Page 21 of Savage Boss

Jane wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and dragged his head down to hers, kissing his lips with as much pent up passion as he’d been feeling for her. Something inside him eased as he realized she’d been keeping her desires in check too, while she healed. It was too easy to imagine their incredible chemistry was one-sided, especially when Jane insisted on fighting him every inch of the way on every topic they discussed. But knowing she also desired him stoked the flames of his passion higher and hotter.

He clutched her so tight against his chest he felt her ribs shift, but she didn’t complain. Instead she bit down on his ear until it hurt, then licked it better. “Fuck me hard, husband,” she whispered in his ear.

Vlad’s ability to hold himself in check became nonexistent. He growled against the side of her head and began thrusting with enough force to shove her up the bed. He gripped her hips, forcing her back to him and slammed into her repeatedly. Jane let out tiny shrieks with every thrust, clawing his shoulders and back as she reached for her orgasm.

Every thought, every impulse, all the blood in his body was racing toward one giant release. One he’d been holding in for so long he thought the end of his cock might blow clean off. He didn’t care. Permanent disfigurement was worth spending even a second inside Jane’s sweet, tight pussy.

“Blyad!” Vlad exploded, his head roaring and his balls releasing as he filled his wife with enough pent-up sperm to impregnate an army.

As he was coming down from his orgasmic high, he heard an improbable sound. A giggle.

Vlad blinked down at Jane, glaring at the grin stretching her lips. Was she laughing at him? Of all the things Jane had done, Vlad figured this was the worst. This was worth breaking his promise and locking her back up. Woman was not supposed to laugh at his sexual prowess.

As if reading his disgruntled expression, she decided to explain, making things exponentially worse. “You literally lasted for 15 seconds.”

Vlad frowned and glanced over at the clock. He wasn’t 100% sure what it said when they came in the bedroom as he’d been preoccupied with getting Jane naked, but he thought at least a minute had passed since he got Jane on the bed. “So what you’re saying is you didn’t get off?”

Jane shook her head, still laughing.

“Are you trying to tell me I failed at satisfying my wife?” he demanded, caging her in his arms and tickling her sides.

Jane shouted for mercy. “Stop!”

Vlad dipped his head to hers, licking the shell of her ear before saying. “That was just the warmup, baby. You better get ready, I’m about to give it to you hard. I’ll fuck the sass right out of you.”

She blinked up at him, her expression still mischievous. “How long do you think it’ll last this time? If you make it 30 seconds or less, I can still catch the new episode of Law & Order.”

Vlad laughed out loud, then flipped her over onto her stomach, shaking his head. She knew exactly what she was doing by teasing him on his sexual prowess. Troublemaking little vixen. He brought his hand down on her ass hard enough to make it bounce. She shrieked and tried to crawl away from him, but Vlad held her pinned to the bed, forcing her to take his blows.

Jane would never admit it, but she loved getting her ass spanked and purposely provoked him into doing it. Vlad loved playing out his brand of sensual torture. In a way, it eased some of the frustrations he felt toward her. He couldn’t bring himself to ever actually beat Jane and potentially damage her physically and emotionally, so he beat her up in bed, checking his strength and making sure she enjoyed every minute. It wasn’t a game they played every time they had sex, but whenever they were both feeling sexually frustrated or if they were fighting.

Vlad climbed over top of Jane, squishing her into the bedding. He caged her head in his arms and bit the back of her neck, growling, “You better plan on missing your show. I’m gonna fuck this pussy until you’re so tired you beg me to stop.” He reached between them, shoved her legs open between his and thrust his fingers into her from behind, forcing a grunt from her throat. He used their combined fluids to coat her tiny asshole, playing with the sensitive orifice before thrusting a finger inside. She was hot and tight, gripping his finger like she would strangle it. “Then I’m going to fuck this ass and remind you who it belongs to. When you’ve finally learned a lesson in respect, I might consider letting you out of bed.”

Jane panted and moaned beneath him as he worked his finger in and out of her ass. She wiggled and pushed back against him, enjoying the mixture of pain and pleasure as he reintroduced her to a dark play they hadn’t explored since she got pregnant.

“You better call the nanny.” Jane tossed her hair back and gave him a heated look over her shoulder. “Because I have no intention of learning respect.”

Chapter Eleven

Vlad let the door slam shut behind him, banging it against the frame and drawing Mack’s attention. He’d been driving by the small PI office and decided to stop in, hoping to find his wife. Instead he found her cranky oversized partner. Mack’s eyes were red-rimmed, and he looked like he could use a week’s worth of sleep.

“Hangover?” Vlad asked, keeping his voice neutral.

Mack’d had issues with alcohol abuse in the past. Vlad wanted to find out if there was a problem or if there was something else going on. Vlad didn’t necessarily approve of Mack’s relationship with his sister-in-law, but for Jane’s sake he kept it civil. Mack wasn’t a bad guy. He’d helped Vlad out a time or two when he needed access to information of the shadier variety. He’d also flown to Japan to help Boris rescue Laney, which indebted the Russians to him. Vlad would call him a good guy, but Mack was in a lifelong bad mood and Vlad didn’t like his pairing with the perpetually sunny Lucy.

“No,” Mack said shortly, unwilling to give more information.

If there’s one thing Mack wasn’t, it was a liar. Vlad decided to let it go. It wasn’t his concern anyway. He trusted Jane to tell him if Mack was struggling with alcohol addiction again.

Vlad strode further into the office, looking around with interest. Jane had made it clear she wanted him out of her business. After they’d met and he decided he wanted the beautiful cop, he’d gotten her fired from her beloved job as a homicide detective. It’d taken her a long time to get over the blow and Vlad had felt guilty enough that he’d agreed to stay out of her PI business. Mostly. He had his security team checking on her and reporting back, but since most of her work was in the office making phone calls and filling out paperwork, he hadn’t felt the need to step in. Now that he was in the office, he found he was curious about what his wife got up to when she went to work.

Vlad dropped himself into the guest chair opposite Mack’s desk. Mack glared at him, flipped his file folder closed so Vlad couldn’t see the contents, and crossed his arms in front of his broad chest.

“The fuck do you want?”

Vlad continued to study the office, a slight frown of distaste marring his brow. The place really was ghetto. He’d happily move Jane in a heartbeat if she allowed it, but she liked being down in the trenches where most of her clients were. And unfortunately, Vlad had agreed to respect her boundaries when it came to the PI business. Maybe it was time to check up on her.

“What’s Jane working on these days?” Vlad swung his gaze back to Mack.

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