Page 20 of Big Bad Wolf

“What? You scared them? How? Who?” Scarlett tries to act angry but can’t hide the smile curving her perfect mouth.

“Little Red, how do I scare anyone? They should have known better than to try to take what was mine.” I wrap her legs around my hips, hold one of her knees to the side, and grind my stiff cock against her wet panties. I haven’t dry-humped since high school, but right now, it feels like the most erotic thing I’ve ever done.

“But they didn’t know. And I wasn’t yours. Not then!” Scarlett protests through kisses, moaning with the friction created by my jeans-covered cock. It needs out. And I need in.

“You were born to be mine. That will never change.” I slip my hand beneath the edge of Scarlett's panties, pulling them off with ease. My fingers find her swollen clit and stroke with expert precision. Two times was all it took to learn what makes my girl sing. “I didn’t kill anyone. I just roughed them up. Some skinny guy named Jake thought he could fight me for you and unfortunately for him, got sent to the hospital with a broken nose.”

“Jake Reynolds? They used to call him Pretty Jake,” she gasps, riding my fingers and unraveling in my hand.

“He wasn’t pretty after I got through with him.” I unzip my pants and pull out my cock, fisting it as I run it through her wet folds, bumping her clit with the head. I slide it again and again, desperate to claim this pussy as mine.

“Vas, where are we going?” Scarlett cranes her neck, but she can’t move that far. She wouldn’t want to lose connection with my hand, wouldn’t want to peel her lips from mine. “Where are you taking me?”

“I’m taking you to our safe house in New Rochelle. We’re almost there. It’s a cabin in the woods. If your father wanted to keep you away from the spotlight, that’s precisely what I'll give him. I’ll keep you all to myself for the next two weeks, then take you home for good.” I grind harder, stabbing her entrance, begging to be let inside but keeping enough control to wait for her lead.

“Vas, you’re killing me,” Scarlett whimpers and grabs my cock, fisting it into position and impaling herself with a few thick inches. “I need you. I didn’t think we’d ever do this. My father made me believe you didn’t really want me.”

“Your father was wrong. You’re so beautiful and so mine. I love you, Little Red. I don’t know when I fell, but I know I’ll never recover.” I swallow the lump in my throat and crush my lips to hers. “Do you want me?”

She nods. “Please. Now.”

I don’t need any more encouragement. I lean forward and cover Scarlett with my body, unbuttoning her blouse, ravishing her mouth, relishing her kisses, and closing my palms over her supple breasts. I tease her nipples before slipping one into my mouth, sucking greedily on her tight flesh.

"Mine. Mine." I plunge inside her, gliding effortlessly through her arousal.

Scarlett spreads her legs wider, accepting my invasion with a battery of moans that sound like music to my ears.

“You feel so fucking good, Little Red. So tight. I'm going to break in this pussy and mold it to my cock. I’m the only one who’s ever going to feel how perfect you are. Only me.” My breath labors as I thrust in and out, breaking her resistance while her tight pussy strangles my cock.

“Big. So big,” Scarlett groans, her eyes focused on the space between us, watching me fuck her, enthralled by the filthy sight and hypnotized by the building friction. She lifts her hips to meet mine, meeting every thrust with lusty enthusiasm that drives me fucking crazy with need.

“Jesus, Scarlett. You’re incredible, Little Red. I love you, baby. I fucking love you,” I rasp and pump my heavy cock through her tight pussy—my pussy. All fucking mine. I plunge harder, deeper, thrusting with purpose, our voices crying in unison as we reach the pinnacle of our climax.

Her pussy clenches on my cock, but she keeps moving her hips, writhing and losing her voice as she muffles her deafening cries on my shoulder.

I shoot a jet of hot seed into her, filling her, covering every inch of her sweet pussy with cum. I need to marry her. I need to make this official. If we spend the next two weeks making love like this, I will definitely knock her up.

And that’s precisely what I want.

“I love you, Vasily. I know it’s so fast—”

I cut her off, my heart thundering with love I don’t feel eloquent enough to speak of. “It’s not fast. It’s right. Don’t you know I’m the big bad wolf? That means you were meant to be mine, Little Red.”

Epilogue

Two Weeks Late

“Vas, your father is on the phone. He insists on speaking to you.” Lev hands me his cell phone, his nervous expression a telltale sign that my father is in one of his moods.

It’s been two weeks since I chewed him out for jeopardizing my relationship with Scarlett, an act he still denies. Since I blocked him shortly after, I’ve robbed him of an opportunity to lie again.

“Tell him I have nothing to say to him,” I mutter, keeping my voice low enough to prevent my father from hearing my voice. He knows I’m alive and aware that I’m furious with him. There’s no need for further communication until I return to Brooklyn tomorrow.

Lev’s pained expression reminds me my dad has no problem killing the messenger. No one ever wants to give him bad news.

I snatch the phone from Lev’s hand and speak into the receiver. “It’s me, old man. I’ll see you tomorrow. Just know I’m pissed and don’t believe a fucking word you say.” I don’t usually curse at my father. He’s the head of the Volkov Bratva and demands respect. But this is not a bratva matter. This is personal.

Before I hit the end button, I hear my father’s voice bellow from the other end. “Don’t hang up. This is important, damn it.”

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