Page 54 of Wrong Devil

As if he hears my concerns, Bogdan lifts me up onto the edge of the pool, and pushes my legs open, as if he’s telling me to stop thinking so hard. And before I know it, he’s buried his face between my legs, running his tongue along my wet slit, dipping inside me, flicking around my clit, then fucking me with his tongue again.

And thank god he does. I needed to get out of my head like never before, and he knows exactly what I need. He’s taking me away from my problems, if only momentarily, and I am so, so grateful.

I shiver in the night breeze, the surface of my wet skin turning into goosebumps. But I don’t want him to stop. I need to feel good. Desperately.

I drop my head back and my body convulses in orgasm. It’s sweet and delicious and I am floating in ecstasy. After a minute, Bogdan positions his hips between my legs. He rests his cock at my opening and takes hold of my waist.

“Guide me, baby. Guide me inside you,” he says quietly.

I take his heavy cock and hold it while he enters me. He slides through my fingers into my pussy until he’s fully seated. I groan from the fullness and rock my hips in time to his pumping.

“This is going to be fast, baby. I’m tired as fuck. But I can’t go to bed without making you come at least one more time.”

I laugh and realize I am happy. I don’t know why, nor do I know how long it will last, but I can’t worry about that now. I want to hang onto this feeling as long as I can, or at least for as long at Bogdan fucks me. I dig my fingers into his biceps and brace myself before I come again, just in time, because seconds later my release arrives, rushing through and over me like a big wave. Instead of pulling me under, like everything going on around me, I’m riding it, high, all the way to shore.

“Jesus, I need some sleep,” Bogdan says, catching his breath while he pulls out. He lifts me back into the pool, and we swim across it to the steps. There is a pile of towels on a table, something Karol always made sure were available, and we each help ourselves to one. I think we each wonder who will do that now, make sure clean towels are available at the pool.

But neither of us says anything, at least not about Karol.

“Want to spend the night in my room, pretty girl?” Bogdan asks, pulling me to him once we’re wrapped in towels.

I think for a moment. “You know, I think I’ll hang out here for a while. See if I can stay awake until the sun comes up.”

“Ah. Well, darling, you will have to tell me how it is, because if I wait a moment longer, I will fall on my face.”

“I’ll think about it,” I laugh, and kiss him, I’m not sure whether to say goodnight or good morning.

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18

FEDOR

“Nanette, good morning to you.”

On the terrace, I take a seat across from Abby’s mother, who looks up at me and smiles. The resemblance is striking and I wonder if this is an indication of what Abby will look like when she’s older.

If so, I will be a very happy man. That is, assuming Abby’s still part of my life. Which is a ridiculous thing to be thinking about.

And yet.

I’ve not yet had any alone time with Nanette and am eager to know her better. I want her to know me better, as well.

There’s a messy pile of clothing on the other side of the pool. I imagine a couple people must have had a very nice time last night…

“Fedor, good morning,” she says. “Can I pour you a coffee?”

This woman is beautiful and elegant. How the fuck did she ever end up with Madden? And how is it he was stupid enough to let her get away?

The man defies all logic. Wants to kill his daughter for her money? Won’t collaborate with one of the strongest organized crime factions in the world? Lets a woman like this go?

I just don’t get it.

But it’s not my problem. I take my coffee and sit back, enjoying our incredible view. With Karol gone, we are on our own for a number of things, not least of which is morning coffee unless Chef feels like making it. But it seems like Nanette has that covered. Bless her.

She leans slightly toward me over the table. “Fedor, I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for my daughter. I intend to thank Bogdan and Ilya too, but I’m doing it one-on-one so you know how sincerely I mean it.”

I nod, a trifle embarrassed. I mean, she has no idea of the things we’ve done with Abby. And what Abby has done for us.

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