Chapter 33: Chapter 33
Elijah*
*****Conversation in Russian*****
Leaving her asleep in the cabin to settle more pressing issues concerning the location of Leandro. Give or take, she will rouse within the next few hours and by then I will be back for after care taking my eyes away from her sleeping body to the cars outside waiting for me. A chaste kiss as my lips connects to her cherry plump lips, she mumbles going back to sleep creating a twitch of my lips. Closing the door behind me, I pick up the suit jacket resting on the hand of the couch strutting out of the cabin home.
"Boss." Says Kirill pulling the door open for me. Once in buttoning up my jacket he stands erect holding the door handle awaiting further instructions from me.
"Where is Alexei?"
"Waiting for you at the cafe downtown." Giving a slight nod relaxing on the plush leather seats of the range rover sport.
"You and Ivan should stay with her till I get back. Anything amiss, I need you to protect her even with your life." Looking at the cabin. "And tell her not to miss her vitamins and veggies. She is a sly fox so make sure she takes it all if she wakes early."
"Yes boss." Closing the door as the convoy leaves the beach ground onto the road and into the city. The drive which is a short fifteen minutes ride stopped in front of the boisterous cafe outlooking the vast sea water. Coming down from the car got numerous eyes on me fixing my ray-bans over my eyes. Reason why I hate Italy just like I did miami is because of the everyday summer atmosphere. It is just a no for me; strutting into the cafe with sets of different eye color has me missing her dearly. She just loves getting me irritated and I'm very sure the next time she comes up with something crazy and stupid as what she did will stretch into a farther future after being taught a huge lesson.
The sadist in me loves the way her lips begs to cum, her eyes plead for forgiveness as her pussy tries squeezing the life out of me when I pull away whenever she wants to cum. Even when she tried holding the orgasms in, I went faster, drive deeper and fucked her harder till her body quake in heavy tremors begging to cum and I deny her. But I was rewarded with the best feeling watching her squirt all over me when I finally let ride her orgasm till she passed out on me.
"Brother." Alexei calls inviting me to the little round table on the balcony of the rooftop.
"What do you have for me?" Sitting down looking anything but concerned.
"Here." Passing his macbook to me to take a look at. My eyes follows each movements carefully shutting it down and sliding it to him.
"When was this?" Unbuttoning the jacket and letting a few buttons free got a pretty honey blonde's eyes on me looking like she just saw her Jesus.
"12:37pm." Puffing out smoke from his favorite cigar.
"And now?" He inhales in flopping on the seat throwing his head back and puffing out blissfully.
"Still on it." Giving a thumbs up to which I roll my eyes looking away.
"The body?"
"Didn't peg you to kill your best friend." He mocks laughing amusedly groaning a bit.
"Didn't peg you to fuck your therapist." His green eyes that reminds me of mother widens in alarm before a deranged smile came to his lips puffing out the smoke he sucked in.
"She told you." Reaching for his Hennessy on ice sipping. He sighs letting a satanic smile cross his lips according to Nia. "Fuck, I knew that crazy woman won't keep her mouth shut." My lips twitch knowing how much of a manwhore he is and the fate which awaits the infamous therapist.
"She is not crazy... you are crazy." Bursting out in heavy belly rumbling laugh got eyes of disdain from dinning couples around us. Did he care? The answer is no.
Despite having time with their partners the ladies could not help but linger the eyes a little at our secluded table.
"Says my therapist who ended up fucking me." The way he says the two last words has me taking off my shades looking at him questionable.
"What?" Sitting up, he throws his face elsewhere avoiding my hard gaze.
"Nothing?" Monotone. I muse.
It became eerily silent basking in the wind blowing, italians word thrown back and forth, seagulls making loud noise in the distance taking me back to the elephant he tries to dismiss.
"Do you like her?" His eyes flits to me. "I mean your therapist." Ever the vague psychotic brother, he keeps silent connecting his lips to his glass cup before puffing out smoke. I know there is something going on between his therapist and him and it is not just a casual fuck because I invented casual fuck but this isn't.
His eyes held feelings untold, feelings confusing to himself but despite it all he is my brother and the Russian Prince. He needs to be aware of our enemies lurking in the dark, if not open.
"Be careful." I muse.
Just as I am about sitting up to leave because I damn right missing my woman lying on my bed, smelling like me; my whole being just can't help staying apart especially with the birth of our son drawing closer. Or maybe it's how horny she gets these days that has me wanting to always be with her, craving that latina. Who knows? The man from the night at the ball came through the doors, our eyes meeting with such intensity. I catch Alexei follow my line of sight to the Italian. Making a scoffing chuckle, he puffs out smoke humming an old Russian rythym smirking like he won a freaking lottery clearly enjoying the standoff.
My phone went off exciting me more with the name displayed on the screen watching him take a table with his men guarding him.
"Princess." His eyes glares at me with hate. I couldn't care less. "Yes. Behave yourself till I'm back or I will just have to fuck you harder." His hand forms a fist causing Alexei to grin sadistically. The Italian glares at us but couldn't do anything that a Russian has what he wants. "You know I will love chaining you to the bed, now eat your veggies and take those vitamins and papi will reward that pussy of mine. Got it?" Seeing I own that woman and nothing he can do except to taste death from my hands, he looks away.
"Clown shit." Alexei says laughing out. We both stood up walking past the Italian and his men who glared hard at us.
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Crouching low to where she lies on the couch in boy shirts and bikini bra. "Hey Son? How are you? Pa can't wait for you to come out so be fast okay and we can both disturb your ma before she gives me matching hair to my eyes." She huffs stabbing the salad. Poor salad.
"Elijah, our baby won't hear you." It fucking turns me on when she calls the baby 'ours' even when I denied him. Shows how much she is willing to make a family with me.
"So far as he can feel me that's fine by me." She rolls her eyes wiggling her toes, a discomforting look crosses her face moaning innocently. Only that the demon pipe won't let it slide as it twitch inside my pant oblivious to her knowledge.
"And stop ganging up with my son against me." Her index points at me defensively.
"YA lyublyu tebya." (I love you.) The cutest blush rise on her cheeks looking at me with those fuck me eyes. Fuck, can she be anymore tempting?
"YA lyublyu tebya bolʹshe , kogda ty trakhayeshʹ menya khorosho." (I love you more when you fuck me good.) Her newly learned Russia excited me more just as it does when she speaks her sweet italian which slides smoothly from her lips, I just wish to suck it in and hear those beautiful moans.
Getting on a knee taking a soft hand in mine kissing it softly. "Stop being such a horny wife by poking the wolf." She chuckles running her fingers through my hair.
"Wife?" She questions having me pull a little box out of my suit.
"Yes wife." I confirm because I can't do without this woman. I need her like a breath of fresh
air, one I need to survive on. I want her everyday in my bed, I want to hear her sing those cute italian songs I hear her sing whenever she thinks I'm out of earshot. Lastly, I need her to have my name. To be Mrs Ivanov Vladimir.
"Oh my God!" Gasping, she covers her mouth tearing up watching me slide the ring on her fourth finger, purposely I might add. The huge diamond caret ring sits proud on its owners finger. So beautiful, just like her.
"Will you marry me Princess and bare my last name?" Taking her eyes off her fingers to me.
"Yes! Oh yes!" She crushes me in her bossom. No complaint there.
Pulling off we kiss each other softly with her smiling and laughing, also add tearing. "I said that out of formality because you are mine." Waiting for her to counter my quote instead she smiles connecting our lips once again, our tongue plays against one another before tugging my lower lips leaving a harsh bite on it like the vixen she is meeting my grey pools.
"I know." Mesmerized, I watch her rise up seductively from the chair towards the bedroom. This latina truly fucked with my brains...
Saying seductively titling her head to the side. "You coming... Papi." ...and my dick that is straining against my pants. Fuck me!