Page 4 of Corruption

I tighten my grip on her thigh and say, “The more you do that, the longer it’s going to take me to give you permission.”

Nadia pouts, but stills her hips. Then she asks, “Please, Alik.Darling. Can I come?”

Unable to resist her swollen, pouty lips, I lean down to kiss her. Deep and long and still not resuming thrusting my cock in her cunt even though it’s taking a fair amount of concentration to do so because a week without having her was too fucking long.

When I pull away, she’s practically shaking with need—the need to come. Or rather, shaking with the need for me to give her permission because she can hardly hold it back anymore. Any longer, and she might come before I give her permission, earning her a very special punishment in our playroom later. But I don’t have the patience to drag this out any longer. To wait to feel her cunt clamped down on my cock.

So I pull away, let the line of spit between our lips slowly descend back into her mouth before saying, “You can come now, Nadezhda.”

I pull my cock out of her to the tip and slam hard back in. Immediately her cunt clamps down on my cock. Nadia throws her head back and arches off the couch as she cries my name while she comes. I continue to slam into her in the meantime, chasing my own pleasure. The pressure in me builds as I continue to relentlessly pound into my Nadezhda. As the preamble to the pleasure I chase begins to electrify my legs, my balls, my cock, my entire body. Then it all bursts into an explosion of pleasure as I come inside her. As I let out a loud groan and try to stay as deeply buried in her as I can.

It still feels like an eternity of pleasure. Even after eight years with her. The novelty of her will never end. No other person could ever compare to her.

I settle on top of Nadia, practically crushing her. But she likes to feel the weight of me on her like this.

“Fuck,” I say, pressing a kiss to her face. “How does your cunt feel so fucking amazing?”

“It better feel amazing. It was expensive enough.” Nadia runs her fingers up and down my back. “So glad you got back when you did. I was afraid I’d have to whip out my fucking dilatator after all this time.”

“That is fortunate.” Then, “I wanna make sure I did a thorough job. Just in case.”

I pull out of her, and sit up to take my shirt off all the way and then get off my shoes and pants. Once I’m naked, I take a moment to appreciate Nadia. Her long red hair haloed under her head. Her green eyes shining with a lust and desire that I know I’ll never be able to permanently sate. Her pink nipples. My come dripping out her cunt.

Gorgeous.

“Turn around,” I order. “On your hands and knees.”

She’s following my instruction when my cell phone goes off with the tone specifically for my brother.

Nadia looks over her shoulder at me with a dark look and says, “Ignore him.”

Fuck, if this isn’t the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen despite the fact that she broke a rule by giving me an order.

I slap her ass in warning. “I give the orders. Remember that.” Then I grab my phone and add, “You know I can’t. He’s mypakhan.”

“He’s also your brother,” Nadia says, turning around to sit properly on the couch.

I make a mental note to punish her for moving out her position without my permission as I answer my phone.

“Vaughn?”

“Alik. There’s been a development with the Fantonis.”

“Please don’t tell me that your fucking plan backfired and that husband of hers convinced Addy to go to war with us?”

Vaughn has only been dealing with Adrian Fantoni in all this because tradition dictates that it’s the men who hash out the disputes in theBratva. Even when it’s one of our women responsible for the crime. The Fantonis don’t work that way. Everyone knows that Addy Bianchi Fantoni runs the Italians’ business and has the final say on decisions, and Adrian appears happy to let her. But Addy humors us. Her humor is the only thing that’s kept her husband from activating their chief enforcer on us. Viper. That and the fact that they just got out of one mafia war and Addy isn’t eager to start another. Even if the Italians have the resources to easily outclass us and win if they did.

But if Addy’s humor has run out…

“We’ve managed to reach a deal.”

That’s unexpected.

“What changed?” I say as I sit next to Nadia, who curls to cuddle next to me and idly strokes my cock with her hand.

Because something had to change. Addy has been denying and refusing to take responsibility for three years for the death of our father, and Adrian has backed her every step of the way. If she did do it, the Fantonis have the funds and resources to deny it to their dying days. But these kinds of disagreements tend to be inherited by the next generation when you’re in the business of crime like the Italian and Russian mafia. Neither of us wants that to happen.

If our children are going to be involved in a war, let it be one of their own making unless otherwise necessary. At least, that’s my thoughts on the matter. My brother… well. He’s thepakhan. He makes the decisions. I respect them. Even if I disagree. Even though we both know that someone shouldn’t be forced to pay penance for a crime we both know damn well they didn’t commit.

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