Page 58 of Bratva Queen

Chapter22

Aleksei

The boys Isabel had raised were energized and full of life, tiring the nanny out to the point where she actually begged me to find a way to have them visit Isabel’s room for a while. Of course, I happily—and carefully—obliged. Only certain staff members were aware that I took it somewhat easier on Isabel than Stepan expected me to. But they kept their mouths shut, because they agreed that a woman—a wife and a mother—should not be locked up in her bedroom quarters at all times and kept from her children. Sure, she’d tried to steal his sons away, but this was just absurd.

It was clear that the boys, the two older ones anyway, Misha and Dmitry, were somewhat confused by the whole situation. And when she still had her bruises, they would carefully touch them and ask if it hurt, in curiosity and obvious care for their mother. Apparently, Stepan had made them watch some awful things, including her beating, so it made sense that they were not only confused but also concerned.

They didn’t like it when Stepan came home. He tried to spend time with them in their room, give them what he deemed to be fatherly advice or, when their energy became too much for him, corporal punishment. Back then it was just spanking, maybe a smack across the face. That was nothing compared to what was to come for them. Stepan was a cruel bastard and my and Isabel’s plan to get rid of him was a tricky one to conjure.

“We could stage a house fire?” Isabel suggested. We were strolling around the garden, heading toward a gazebo that had been overgrown and enclosed by greenery. Truthfully, I already knew it was where many of the staff met up for secret hookups. I had to keep my ears tuned to any approaching footsteps on the grass.

“Where he’s the only one out of all the staff and family that’s caught inside the house? I don’t know…” I said doubtfully.

“Doesn’t he have a first cousin or something? Someone we can bring in to help us and then take over the throne?” She thread her finger around the leaves as she entered the small, shaded space.

“Not that I know of. I only ever met his father… And I think, if there was someone, they’d have already tried to get to that throne.”

She weighed her head from side to side. “Fair enough… and other bratva families?”

“What, like Sorokin?”

“Yes, he’s powerful. Wouldn’t he be interested in a plan like this? I can always use the next dinner or event to whisper into his ear.” She lifted a brow, almost seductively, and I no longer liked that plan.

“Perhaps,” I replied in a low tone, as I approached her back and touched her hips. “But truthfully, baby, I just want him gone. I don’t want a war… I don’t want to live in this place anymore… I want him to disintegrate into dust.”

Isabel laughed and leaned back into me. “I know, but you said it before. We’ll never stop running. My sons are the Koslov heirs, even if they had no idea about it, someone would come looking for them one day even if just to kill them off. To make sure they aren’t a threat.”

“I hear you.” I nodded, as I slid my hand down over her dress, to run my fingers down the middle of her ass, teasing her with the threat of pushing even lower, between her thighs. “But I don’t want to listen right now.”

She giggled and turned around, kissing me passionately. She was on her tippy toes, and I picked her up to sit her on the steel gazebo railing. I still had to lean down to kiss her, but at least this way she could wrap her legs around my thighs, and I could slide her dress up her legs.

“I don’t know how I lived without you, Alek,” she whispered when I drew my kisses down between her breasts.

I lifted up again and looked at her. “I know how.” I kissed her mouth and she laughed.

“How?”

My lips drew up her neck and behind her ear as I explained. “You thought of me every night… You remembered how I licked your sweet pussy raw and pulled the best orgasm you’ve ever had right out of you with my fingers.”

“Oh, God… yes… yes, that’s how I lived,” she said drowsily.

“Did you touch yourself, baby? Thinking of me?”

“Yes,” she breathed out, I looked at her bright red face and smiled. “Alek, I would dream of you so often, of your body between my legs, and then I would wake up and touch myself, imagining it was true.”

“That’s my girl.”

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If I thoughtour reunion was going to be the pinnacle of being with Isabel again, I was proven wrong. After the loving and sweet yearning touches came the raw lust. We knew we loved each other, we knew that we didn’t care anymore that she was married to Stepan, and we knew that with me as his head of security, we had a pretty good chance of not being found out.

So we fooled around whenever and wherever we could. I couldn’t go to her room every night; it was too risky, and I often had to be on duty in the security room during the night, at least until Stepan came stumbling back from wherever he’d been drinking or sniffing drugs from strippers tits.

But during the day there were chances when we could be alone without suspicion, even if it was while I “escorted” her from the boys’ playroom back to her room. We’d crash into an unused guestroom, every surface covered with sheets—since not even the maids would enter those rooms—and we’d fuck in any position that was fastest.

Yebat’... It was hot. Sometimes I’d turn her around to lean with her hands against a wall, pull her jeans halfway down her thighs, get onto my haunches, and lick her out with a soaked tongue before pulling my rock-hard dick out and sliding all the way into her.

Other times, after I’d provided her with a secret copy of her bedroom key, she would slip out in the dead of the night and meet me. The kitchen was a good spot since the guards only patrolled the outside of the house at night.

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