One month later, I do what I promised everyone.
I’m now the only one in the Bratva who has an in with two infamous cartels. Sergei threw a party in my name. Adrian, Igor, and the boring Vladimir told me I was playing with fucking fire. They said, one day, this unorthodox relationship will backfire and I’ll have to stick with one of them.
Damien said he’ll punch some people for me if I agree to fight him.
Mikhail looks at me with newfound respect.
Rai is more wary of me, as she should be.
Point is, I did what none of them has accomplished. Two shipments have passed through and I’m here tonight with most of my men for the third.
Adrian tells me that if I keep going down this unsure road, I might lose everything. That motherfucker cares about my safety. He just refuses to admit it out loud.
At any rate, even if I lose these cartels, I will just have to secure others. The leader of one of them did suggest I could strengthen our relationship by marrying Karina to his son, and I resisted the urge to bash his head in.
I don’t like the fact that he knows she exists, let alone thinks that I’d marry her off for this. I like to think that no one deserves my sister, but even if such a motherfucker does exist, he won’t be in our world.
She needs a normal life after all the fuckery she lived through.
But I digress, only slightly.
Viktor, Yuri, Maksim, and Sasha are scouting the premises of the dock to make sure the rest of the men are in their positions and that no surprises lurk between the containers.
I look out the window of the car at the cloudy sky, then check my watch. It’s been exactly three minutes since I texted Sasha to get back to the car. Minutes that she could’ve used to get her ass here.
To say I can’t get enough of her would be a fucking understatement. I often find myself cornering her anywhere possible, just so I can have access to her.
Is her pussy addictive? Fuck yes.
I still find it infuriating that she has this type of hold on me, especially since I’ve never been as attuned to another woman’s body or needs as I am to hers.
The moment I’m done fucking her is the exact moment I want her again. I actually have to physically restrain myself from ramming into her all night long just to put some form of distance between us.
Then I recall that she said we’re only sex buddies, so I drive her to the edge without mercy.
Now, since we have about two hours until the arrival of the shipment, I can fuck her in the car while everyone is doing their business. Sometimes, Viktor asks, “What the fuck do you need Lipovsky for when you have me?” and I resist the urge to facepalm him.
Sasha finally shows up in the distance, checking her watch and quickening her steps. She cut her hair again because the length was making her so ‘girly’ that even the other guards started teasing her about it. She hated doing it. I could tell because she was in a sour mood all day long.
She opens the car door, panting. “You asked for me?”
I pull her inside so that she’s sitting on my lap, then slam the door and wrap my arm around her lithe waist. “Took you a minute too long.”
“I was on the other side of the dock, double-checking my position.” She tries to push away, but my hold around her waist forbids her from getting free.
“Stay still.” I start to unzip her pants, but she jerks and slips from my hold, practically throwing herself across the seat and against the door before she sits up.
My hand flexes and unflexes as I contemplate the best way to haul her back where she belongs. “Care to explain what the fuck you’re doing?”
“We’re not having sex while waiting for an important shipment, Kirill. That’s just not going to happen.” Her confident way of speaking makes my dick fucking hard.
“Why wouldn’t we? We have two hours to go.”
“I’d lose concentration,” she admits in a lower tone. “And I’d have shaky limbs, which wouldn’t help in the least when I’m supposed to be a sniper.”
“Then you can just rest here. We’ll take care of the mission.”
“So now I’m only useful for sex while you and the others take care of the mission?”
“I never said that.”
“Well, that’s what I’m getting. I’m telling you, Kirill, my job is more important than sex.”
Did this fucking woman just say that being a bodyguard is more important than fucking? If this is her way of further insinuating that I’m ‘convenient,’ I swear to fuck—
“Well, not more important,” she blurts, her cheeks reddening. “They can’t be compared, I guess. All I’m saying is that we can’t have sex. It’s distracting and I’m trying to stay focused.”
That makes me smirk. “I’m distracting?”
“Of course you are.”
Distracting is better than convenient, so I let it go. For now.
“What am I supposed to do for two hours if I’m not fucking your brains out?” I ask.
“You can sleep for once.” She steals a look at me. “You haven’t done that for weeks.”
“I don’t sleep.”
“You did…that other time.”
“When you ran away to meet Konstantin, you mean?”
“When I took Karina to see Konstantin, yes.”
“That was an anomaly.”
“How about when we were in Nadia and Nicholas’s house? You slept then.”
“Another anomaly.” I close my eyes and lean my head against the window in a hopeless attempt to calm my raging hard-on. We only need to get this fucking shipment out of the way and then I’m fucking her to my heart’s content.
That barely offers my starving cock any consolation, though.
“Want me to help?” Her soft voice drifts through the car like a lullaby.
I like the way she speaks like a woman when it’s only the two of us. No matter how much she pretends to be a man on the outside, she completely loses that persona around me.
“Don’t waste your time. I’ve made peace with not being able to sleep. It’s better this way.”
“No, it’s not. It’ll affect you badly in the long run. Can I try something?”
“Be my guest.”
A gentle hand wraps around mine and lifts it up. I open my eyes as she lays my palm on her chest.
I grin. “Have you changed your mind? Should I start by giving your tits more attention?”
“No,” she says like a stern teacher.
“Then do you prefer to sit on my cock?”
“I said, no. Now, close your eyes and try to focus.”
“That’s hard to do that when all I can think about is twisting your little pink nipples.”
“You’re impossible.” She shakes her head. “Just do as I say.”
Begrudgingly, I close my eyes and lean back against the seat. “This is nothing short of a cocktease. If this doesn’t work, mark my words, I’ll fuck you.”
“It’s a deal. Now, focus on my heartbeat instead of your dirty thoughts. And, seriously, stop squeezing!”
“Fine.”
The beat beneath my fingers is calm, regular, and delicate, too.
Her breaths fan my ear and my nostrils flare.
“Are you sure this isn’t some sort of foreplay, because it’s only managing to get me hard.”
“Shh.” Her low voice slips through my ear, followed by a slow hum.
Then Sasha does something I would’ve never expected. She starts singing in a soft, melodic voice. The Russian lullaby mothers sing to their children filters through my ears and reaches a place I didn’t know existed inside me.
Her voice resembles a warm breeze on a freezing winter night. The strange pull calls for me like some enchanted instrument that’s snatching my physical being from the real world and transporting it to a mythical dimension.
Then, all of a sudden, the voice stops and I open my eyes to find Sasha shaking my shoulder. My hand that was on her chest is now on the seat beside me and she’s smiling. “It’s time to go. The shipment arrives fifteen minutes from now.”
I rub my eyes. “Why did they come early? We still have two hours.”
“No, we don’t.” A proud, wide smile covers her face. “You slept for about two hours. See? I told you I could help.”
Is this some sort of a fucking joke? I only closed my eyes for a minute.
I look at my watch and, sure enough, about two hours have passed.
Fuck me.
I fell asleep around her. Again.
I didn’t feel any-fucking-thing going on around me. Again.
Someone could’ve shot me during that time and I would have been none the wiser. She could’ve shot me, but she looks more proud about managing to put me to sleep with her soft fucking singing and some heartbeat magic.
I need to put an end to this situation before it gets any worse.
