Page 49 of Savage Beauty

I add a second finger, and she bucks her hips slightly, hissing through her teeth. “I know why,” I say, pressing my weight behind my hand as I ease into her depths. “It’s because you like to be a good girl for me. I say I’m gonna do something, and you say yes, like the precious, beautiful fuck doll you are.” I tease her pussy with my cock, rubbing the head over her still-sensitive clit. “You’re doing so well, baby. Once I get my cock in you, I’m gonna fuck you damn hard.” My fingers are entirely inside her asshole now, and she bites the chair again, bracing her arms against what she knows is coming. “You ready for what I got for you?”

I don’t wait for an answer. I slap my hand down hard on the flesh of her buttock, gripping it firmly as I thrust my cock into her pussy. I meet no resistance at all—she’s so wet, her heat clutching at me as I move my fingers in time, working her spasming little asshole.

Josie is doing all she can to stay quiet, moaning and surging against the chair. I lean into her, finding another gear, and she reaches between her legs, her fingertip moving over her clit. My climax is gathering in my core like a storm, and a wicked thought occurs to me.

“Come for me,moya zhena.” I slap her ass again, harder than before. “Do what I fucking tell you. I’m not a patient man, and I wanna fill you up.” I spank her roughly, my palm stinging from the impact. “Now, I said!”

Josie buries her face in her arm and squeals, her pussy twitching as she orgasms. Her convulsions send me past the point of no return, and I pull out of her pussy and ass, covering her in ropes of come. Before she can come down from her high, I shove my cock deep into her twitching asshole, my come adding just the right amount of additional lubrication, and I enjoy a moment of her tight heat before pulling free. I lean forward and kiss the back of her neck.

“Just a taste.”

Josie is shaking. “You are a disgrace, Sasha. But that was amazing. I can’t believe no one heard us!”

I hand her skirt to her. “Or theydidhear and decided not to interrupt. I’m not interested in sharing you.”

She takes the skirt, then holds out her hand again. “My panties, if you please.”

I rearrange myself and do up my zipper. “I donotplease, actually,” I say, folding my arms. “We are going to go back to our guests in a minute. You can fix your hair and your face, but everyone will see the bruises already coming up on your neck.” I take the panties from my pocket, folding them into a neat square. “What they won’t see is my come running down your legs. But I’ll know.”

Josie narrows her eyes but can’t resist an indulgent smile. “Would it do any good if I argued?”

I remove the silk handkerchief from my vest pocket and tuck the folded panties in their place, shaking my head as I do so.

“Nope. Now, let’s get back. We have to keep up appearances, you know?”

* * *

Back at the party, I note the absence of Sal Tosca, but I spot Igor. Josie is safely wrapped up in conversation with Morgana, and from their sudden peals of laughter as I pass, I guess the secret of the missing panties is a secret no longer.

Igor is picking at the buffet, his face a characterless mask. The man is no more joyous or dour at a wedding or a funeral. His demeanor is the same at every gathering, regardless of the occasion, but that’s his way. He’s seen too much shit in his time.

“A moving ceremony,” he says to me. “You really love that girl, don’t you?”

Oleg falls in behind me in the buffet line, talking to Igor as if I’m not there. “So? She’s a call girl, married to a high-ranking bratva man. I never thought I’d see the day.” He picks up a king prawn skewer and sniffs it before putting it back. “Disgusting.”

“The food or my wife?” I snarl. “You don’t think I’ll beat the shit out of you in front of everyone? I already killed a man today. My blood is up.”

Igor puts a hand on my shoulder as he speaks to Oleg. “You were invited today despite your insufferable rudeness. Sasha adores his woman. Surely you can see that as well as I can?” He waves dismissively at the old man. “Get out of here. I’ll take this up with you separately.”

Oleg stomps away, and Igor keeps a firm hand on my shoulder to keep me from following him. As much as I’d like to kneecap Oleg, this isn’t the place or time, and to be honest, he’s not the person. If I made a list of people I can’t get away with maiming, it would be short, butkomissiyamembers would have to be right at the top.

“Anyway,” he continues, “I’m sure you’ll be glad to come along to Sal Tosca’s home tomorrow morning and put this nonsense behind you. And maybe you Kislevs will think a little harder about your choices in future?”

I can’t help myself. “I don’t indulge in regret, Igor. Especially not where my wife is concerned.”

“Really?” Igor helps himself to a bread roll. “My life is made up of little else.” He turns away, throwing a parting remark over his shoulder. “I suggest you enjoy life’s joys while you can, young man. In our world, things can unravel without warning, and when they do, your actions may come back to haunt you.”

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The next morning…

Sasha

Iwalk through the wrought-iron gates of Sal Tosca’s mansion and up the marble steps that lead to the front entrance. The trimmed hedges are adorned with lights, and I make a mental note to get on Vlad’s case about putting up some Christmas decor of our own. Papa never allowed it, which is a good enough reason to go all out and turn the place into a goddamn grotto. I ignore the camera mounted on the trellis and ring the doorbell.

I just want this over with. I’ll let the smug old bastard enjoy his moment, then leave. If he wants to look like a big guy in front of Igor, that’s fine. It’s as close as he’ll get to any serious power in his lifetime.

I only want to return to my warm bed and my beautiful wife. She has dreams, and I will spare no expense to make them come true. I don’t care who I have to bribe, maim, or destroy to see Josie happy and safe.

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