Page 21 of Scarlet Sins (Yegorov Bratva #2)

Chapter Seventeen

ERIN

I look at Demyan, perspiration clinging to his naked flesh as I lie in his arms, replete, satiated, and knowing I’m going to be aching for more soon.

“Thanks for dinner last night.”

“Is that all?”

I trace a line along his cheek, and I smile, still getting used to this closeness I’m experiencing with him, one without barriers or walls. “Yeah. Well, there was dessert, but nothing else happened… did it?”

He growls and attacks me, and I scream in laughter as he dives under the covers to go down on me yet again. But as much as I want that, I want him, too. So I drag him back up and push him on his back. “Let me.”

“This is about you.”

“I know,” I say, leaning forward, “this is. I’m very selfish and what I want, what I desire and crave right now, is your cock in my mouth.”

He twists locks of my hair in his fingers, tugging me closer. “Oh, you do?”

“Yes,” I breathe against his lips .

Beneath me, between my thighs, his cock twitches.

We’ve been in bed twice today. He kissed me awake, slowly fucking me and then against the wall in the shower as the hot rain of water came down.

He made breakfast. I could only deal with tea and dry toast, and when my stomach settled, he picked me up and took me back here, stripping off my clothes once more and tumbling me into his specialty of eating me out to multiple orgasms.

The man’s relentless, talented, and mine.

For now, he’s mine. I don’t know what’s going to truly happen with the woman who caused him to turn his phone off in the early hours, but I do believe him when he says he’ll never touch her. He doesn’t ever want to.

But I don’t want to think about that. I want to, if I have to think, think about this, me and him, together.

Right now, I don’t want to think at all. I lean farther down, kissing his chest, my tongue tasting him, that clean showered taste like water dipped in the salt of light sweat from our lovemaking.

He releases my hair, his pale-blue eyes glittering as he watches me make my way down him until I shimmy down to his mid-thighs and his cock as it stands thick, tall, and pearled at the tip with precum, just for me.

I lick his shaft, wrapping a hand around it, lick from the base to the tip, taking my time, tracing the veins that throb, loving the jerk of his cock. I slip my tongue around the underside of the head and then up, over that hot, delicate skin, softness over steel, and I suck down that precum.

Demyan mutters something in Russian. It sounds guttural, dirty, hot. I then open my mouth and work my hand along the shaft as I suck him in deep.

“Oh, fuck yes, you dirty, filthy little cocksucking goddess,” he says in English, before switching to more dirty-sounding Russian.

I start to take him deeper, sucking and licking, bobbing my head, and as he pushes up into me, he pulls my hand from him and begins to work my head down on him so he’s going deep, so deep it makes tears spring to my eyes and I gag.

“Da… yes… so fucking good.”

I let him. I love it when he takes control, when he dictates what he wants and needs.

And soon he’s working me hard, harder than I can push myself and he’s hitting my throat.

I don’t even know how he fits and I want more of him.

I suck harder, lick as much as I can, my mouth filled with drool that leaks out, letting him move me faster.

Then I reach up and take his balls in my hand, massaging, working them. He’s losing control, his Russian harder, more guttural, his hips pistoning up, his hand pushing me down until I’m at the base and can’t breathe. And his balls go tight.

I feel it.

The rush of cum, from his balls and up into my throat and his cock jerks in my mouth as he orgasms, and among all the words he uses is my name. “Erin!”

When he lets me up, I gasp for breath, wiping my face. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me hard and long and deep until I’m gasping for a completely different reason.

Then the kisses change to long and slow, an exploration of more of me than my mouth. We’re at each other, lost, each kiss dragging us down into a world of our own; they’re just kisses because we can’t get enough, kisses because we want them, we need them.

I’m caught up in him, his air is mine, the heat of his body part of me, and the kisses morph long and deep and soul-wrenching, only to slide back into soft and small sips.

I lose track of time and when his hard cock is at my thigh, it’s nothing at all to roll with him to my back and pull him on top, guiding him to my pussy. He thrusts in and we lose ourselves all over again.

When we come, I lie in his arms, my limbs without bone, my mind floating on a cloud of contentment, his heart beat a lifeline and comfort, all rolled into one.

“I’m glad I’m so brilliant I thought of this.”

“I’m glad I’m so brilliant I decided to come along,” I say.

He laughs, kissing my forehead, his fingers stroking softly and tenderly on my cheek. “You’re my world, Erin,” he says. “You, Sasha, our new baby. You’re everything.”

“Right back at you,” I whisper, my eyelids heavy as exhaustion tugs at me.

This weekend is his way to get us back on track, to rekindle our relationship to where it was before it all went to hell with Sasha being taken and then me. And I feel it, the love, the need, the way we just fit.

I’m not sure how real it all is, as we’re not part of the real world right now. And that’s okay. We need to be away from it to assess, reload, fill the coffers.

To focus on each other.

I think I drift off because Demyan’s standing above me suddenly and the space next to me is cool. He has his phone in his hand, looking at the screen. My heart plummets, but he sits and shows me.

Alina sent a video of Sasha playing, and Kara’s there, too. My boy’s having the time of his life. “I called Kara because he asked about her, and I like her.”

“What’s not to love?” Kara says as she scoops up Sasha. “Say hi to Mama.”

“Mama! Dino Daddy!” He wiggles free and then screams, “Look at me!” And he runs and dances in a crazy circle.

I laugh and clap, and my eyes blur with tears.

Demyan sits next to me and puts his phone down. “She told me she’d give an update. I turned it on for that and to check with Ilya, who said to go away, he’s got things handled.”

I swallow. “Did…?”

“About twenty missed calls and texts, but…” He picks up the phone and turns it off again. “We’ll check in tonight for the next Alina update. The rest of the time is just us. No phones, no business, no worries.” He stands again. “Now get up and get dressed. I want to take you somewhere.”

Get up and go out or stay in bed and be lazy with the guarantee of more sex? It’s a no-brainer. I pull back the covers and motion to the bed next to me. Even though it’s huge, I pat the spot right next to me, where he’d have to be skin on skin.

“Are you bribing me?”

“Yes.”

“Damn.”

“I’d rather stay in bed, Demyan,” I say. “Wouldn’t you?”

“Normally, the answer would be yes, but I have something planned. Now get that sweet ass out of bed and dressed. Now.”

Grumbling, I get up to get ready.

He’s waiting by the door when I emerge from the bathroom. He’s in jeans again, a sight I find hot and sexy but one that takes getting used to, especially as Demyan and suits are melded in my head.

He has a heavy backpack slung over his shoulder.

“What’s in there?”

“None of your business,” he says, kissing my nose.

I follow him outside and around the side of the cabin, then he heads out from the well-kept area around the homestead and up into the woods. There’s a path he’s following but it’s rocky, like someone put in their own stone steps that are uneven.

“Where are we going?”

I shriek as I step on a loose stone and almost tumble face-first into the rock and dirt, but Demyan’s strong arms catch me. I clutch at him. “Where we’re going is none of your business and I’ll always catch you, Lyubimaya . I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

He takes my hand and we go together, through the thick and heavy bushes. But the farther we go, the more level the ground becomes and the shrubs start to thin out.

Then I gasp.

We’re in a stunning area that’s cool and green, an open little grassy area where there’s a smaller hidden lake down below us and a pretty waterfall that gives the area a sense of peace.

“It’s our own private world. It’s gorgeous, Demyan. How did you know?”

“I’ve been here before.”

My breath catches.

“Years ago with Ilya and Alina. We were working, and she wanted to relax somewhere. The sofa pulls out and Ilya set up a hammock outside. He likes that kind of stuff.” He smiles as he unpacks, spreading out a blanket and setting up a small picnic for us.

“And no,” he adds, “I haven’t ever brought a woman here. Just you. Sit.”

I take a seat, glad I wore the dress and the sandals. I kick the shoes off. He sets out some sparkling apple juice, water, berries, and a baguette that must have arrived this morning as it wasn’t in the kitchen last night.

It’s all perfect.

He pours us a drink. “I’d do champagne, but…” He shrugs. “This is just as good. Better because of what it represents. ”

“Agreed.” I pop a berry in my mouth and eat it.

Demyan traces a line along the veins of my inner wrist, down into my palm where he continues, drawing circles, his touch soft, making my stomach flutter. “Things are going to work out, Erin.”

“I… I hope so.”

“I promise.” He meets my gaze and takes a swallow of the juice. “I only agreed to marry?—”

“Yes, you told me.” I clutch the glass with one hand tight.

“It bears repeating, Lyubimaya . I got out of it once; I’ll do it again.

I only agreed, as it was the only way to get the information to save you.

Time was of the essence as they say. And I wasn’t about to leave you in that brute Niko’s hands a moment more than I had to.

I’ve never had any intentions of going through with it. ”

“I know.”

“Not sure you do. Sergio’s been after a merge, with me, a way to use my power and my resources. I work with him occasionally, but it’s one of those delicate alliances. And even if you didn’t exist, the last thing I’d ever do, ever want to do, is marry Stefina.”

“She’s so beautiful.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “She isn’t.

She wears too much makeup, too much of everything, and while I’m sure she’s someone’s wet dream, she isn’t mine.

Not ever. You are. Without her father as an influence, I may have liked her more, but I’ll tell you this.

Even if she wasn’t his daughter, had more of a heart, more depth, I’d never want her. Ever.”

That catches me hard and I try to breathe slow. All this jealousy for her is for nothing. And I can see it.

I can’t guarantee myself never being jealous of her again, because emotions are irrational things, but I can see he doesn’t want her.

“My heart, Erin,” he says, “is and always will be yours. You just need to trust me, allow the space so I can get out of this without war, if I can.”

“I do trust you,” I whisper.

Thing is, I’m not sure I trust Stefina and Sergio.

“Give me your drink.” I do. “Lie down. I think we should celebrate.”

“How?”

“Like this…”

And he pushes me gently down and pulls off my panties, parting my thighs. The first lick of his tongue is electricity itself, the second a buzz loaded with pleasure.

He starts to eat me out, his tongue thrusting into me, between my lips, deep into my tunnel, and then up, all the way to my clit.

Demyan doesn’t use his fingers. Just his lips, teeth, and tongue and it’s a first-class ride straight into orgasmic bliss. It comes fast and I’m swept up, shattering against him.

Gasping, my morning only gets better as he doesn’t let me return to earth. Instead, he takes me higher by pulling out his turgid cock and thrusting deep in me.

And we fuck until we both come together.

Like we’re signing along a dotted line of love.