Page 57 of Darkest Sin
“Fine. Maybe… Henry? Something like that.”
Henry is one of the lower men on the totem pole. He tends to do a lot of runs for me, collecting cash and things like that. Nothing exciting. I’ll have to get to the bottom of it but right now, I need to kill this fucking man.
“Thanks for your help,” I say, before I raise my fist high and start punching him. He groans and cries and the sounds excite me, spurring me on.
“You said you’d make it quick,” he groans.
“Did I? I lied.” I kick and punch and kick and punch until all the life leaves him. It’s only once I’m done that I realize I’m covered in blood. My white shirt is forever ruined. My breathing is the heaviest it’s ever been.
Denis foiled my plans to help Natalya. Nico is foiling my plans to make money. These motherfuckers need to die.
I need more power. I need more allies.
But that’s something to deal with in the morning. Right now, all I need is my wife.
Natalya
I wake up to the door slamming below. I didn’t even realize that Mikhail was gone. Sitting up in my bed, I strain to listen. Is he leaving or returning? Does he have other people with him like Cecillia and Robert?
I shiver at the thought of doing anything like that again. My body wants it while my mind doesn’t.
After a few minutes, I hear Mikhail’s footsteps on the stairs. I’m still naked under the covers and it makes me feel more vulnerable. Quickly, I slip out of bed and grab a silk nightgown from the closet. It ends at my upper thighs but at least it gives me some protection. I remain standing when Mikhail bursts into the room. Standing gives me some sort of power against him.
When he steps into the light, I see that he’s covered in blood. His shirt is drenched with it. My stomach drops to my feet.
“Are you hurt?” I whisper.
“I’m not hurt.”
“So… that blood isn’t… yours?”
“It’s not mine.” There’s a darkness to his expression I’ve never seen before. A wildness there. A danger there.
And it’s directed at me.
“What happened?” I ask.
“No questions.” He storms across the room to me and cups my face and slams his lips against mine before I can even reallyprocess what’s happening. I gasp but soon, I return the kiss, melting into it. Mikhail’s touch always feels electric. I could sink into him forever like this.
But my heart pounds faster as he lifts me up and tosses me onto the bed.
“Mikhail?”
“I need to taste you. Finally.” He shoves the end of my nightgown up. I didn’t put my underwear back on. He curses at the sight of my bare lower body.
“Mikhail, talk to me.”
But he’s not listening.
He pulls my hips to the end of the bed and kneels on the floor. I don’t fight it when he spreads my legs wide. I can’t deny the flash of arousal I feel. The wetness already forming between my legs. That’s the effect Mikhail has on me. He knows how to make me feel alive within minutes.
Mikhail catches my eyes right before he lowers his mouth to my vulva. I’m still sensitive from the vibrator and his fingers hours earlier but that all feels like a thing from the distant past. In the present, all I feel is excitement and pleasure at the way Mikhail touches me with his mouth.
I gasp when his lips brush over my nub. It’s such a different sensation from his fingers. Softer and less firm but also more exciting in so many ways. What we’re doing is more dirty. More taboo.
My hips try to roll up when he licks all over me but he presses his hand over my stomach, keeping me in place.
“Mikhail,” I gasp, arching my back. God, this feels amazing. I thought his fingers were talented but it’s nothing compared to his mouth. His lips and tongue feel like they’re pure magic.
