Page 17 of Tangled Souls (Bratva Souls Duet #2)

HUCK

I’m going over the specs for Pulse, including the security and camera systems in place. I have a feeling the place won’t be named Pulse much longer. Our woman has been practically bursting with ideas for the last week. It’s been fucking adorable, though I haven’t said as much to her.

She wants to be taken seriously and being called adorable would not go along with that.

I can’t say I blame her. She wants to prove to us that giving her the club was the right move, and her determination warms my heart.

None of us feel like she has anything to prove, but she’s not ready to hear it.

Not yet at least.

I’ve gotten everything that was under the control of Aamon under us now. It makes me feel a little better, but the fact that he has ties to Mikhail makes me uncomfortable. It’s just a matter of time before that comes to a head.

Part of me is worried about what will happen when everything comes crashing down. I know we’ll protect Oaklynn with everything in us. But Mikhail is a variable that scares me.

Even if we didn’t know it before walking into Pulse, buying the club out from underneath Aamon is going to make waves. I hope we can ride them.

When I get an alert on my computer that Oaklynn has walked into the building, I perk up. Whenever we’re away from our woman, it’s difficult. Being around her makes it easier to breathe.

She has no idea the real power she wields. But she will.

I use one of the monitors and pull up the security cameras for the building to track our woman’s movements up to us. Watching her when she doesn’t know it makes me feel a little dirty.

But then she looks up at the camera in the elevator and winks.

Maybe she does know I’m watching her. Or does she think it’s Baker keeping an eye on her?

She knows how much time Baker spends keeping an eye on the cameras in the building and tracking her.

Whether she thinks it’s me or Baker doesn’t matter to my cock. I’m hard and throbbing because I know she’s getting closer to me.

The moment she steps off the elevator, Betty is there at the reception desk. My body tenses as I subconsciously brace for the confrontation. I’ve been keeping an eye on Betty closely because there is no fucking way we’re going to tolerate her fucking with our wife.

Oaklynn barely glances her way as she walks right by the desk toward Kirill’s office. I’m up and out of my chair without thinking twice about it. I make it to the door just as it almost shuts, but my hand slides into the gap and catches it.

Our woman looks over her shoulder with wide, surprised eyes before she realizes it’s me. The smile she gives me is big and bright.

My gaze slides down her body and focuses on her ass. Yet again she’s dressed professionally and completely mouthwateringly. She has pants on with wide legs and a tight blouse that’s almost too sheer but isn’t quite. The way she teeters on the edge of scandalous and sensual is a mystery to me.

I’m all about the magic she has.

Before she sits down, she turns and pulls a thumb drive out of her bag and holds it out with a smile. “Will you pull this up for me? It’s my proposal.”

“Of course, Sweet Girl.”

With a kiss far too brief on my lips, she turns and heads toward Kirill. When she gets to him, she gives him an equally chaste kiss.

“You don’t need to show me a proposal, Solnishko ,” he tells her, his voice husky. “You can do whatever you want with your club.”

She huffs out a breath and shakes her head before heading around to one of the chairs facing Kirill’s desk. With her hands folded on her lap and her back straight, she fixes him with a level look.

“I won’t have you giving me special treatment because I’m your wife, Mr. Volkov,” she informs him primly with a flirty edge in her voice. “Considering the magnitude of the money being spent, I believe you should be fully informed about the choices and changes coming.”

Kirill’s smile is indulgent and a touch patronizing. It has me clenching my hand into a fist, but I don’t comment. Not yet.

If he wants to piss our woman off by underestimating her, I’m not going to get involved. Not until I need to. There’s no doubt in my mind that she’s capable of dealing with him.

I’m sure he thinks this proposal will be subpar or won’t be complete. To him, it doesn’t really matter because he’s going to see this through no matter what.

However, I’m sure we’re about to be impressed by our woman’s mind and everything she’s about to show us. I almost chuckle at the thought but swallow it down and cover my mouth with my hand to hide my smile.

After pulling up the presentation and streaming it to the televisions in the room, I hand Oaklynn a little clicker to control the slideshow and sit back. Damn it, I should have brought popcorn.

Oaklynn turns toward me and winks before smoothing out her face and turns toward Kirill. Is my dick hard because of the anticipation? You better fucking believe it.

The next thirty minutes is fucking mind blowing.

Not only has Oaklynn fleshed out her entire concept, but she’s put together a complete prospectus on the club and projections for the first six months the club is open again as well as for a year out.

If her estimates are correct, the new club is going to be even more profitable than what the books indicate that Pulse was.

I’m impressed as hell, especially the renderings she’s put together for the interior.

I love the steampunk meets speakeasy vibe she’s going for.

It’s industrial with a touch of whimsy which will speak to a lot of clients.

It’ll be a place where businesspeople want to take clients during the day and night.

It will also be a place where women will want to be for the atmosphere and interior alone.

As much as I pay close attention to the presentation, I’m also watching Kirill. He’s done a fairly good job of keeping his face neutral, but the pride in his eyes is unmistakable.

When she’s done, she sits back and crosses her legs with a small, unassuming smile on her face. “I hope you can see the vision I have for the space,” she finishes up. “The only thing I’m not sure about is the name. It’ll come to me.”

Kirill rests his forearms on his desk and leans forward, no doubt needing to be closer to her. It’s a deep-seated need, one I understand. Being so close to her for the last half hour without touching her has been torture.

But to see her shine? To see her step into her own like she has? It’s more than worth it.

“I can absolutely see your vision, Oaklynn.” He motions toward the screen where the last slide is still displayed, one which shows the interior of the club again. “It’s hard not to when you’ve shown me the best presentation I’ve ever seen.”

Oaklynn blushes and looks down at her lap while taking a deep breath. “You don’t need to lie to me, Kirill,” her voice is small, and I hate it.

Kirill is up and out of his chair in a flash. He’s kneeling down in front of our wife so quickly that she looks at him with shock written all over her face.

His large hands cup her cheeks and tilt her head so that she’s forced to look into his eyes.

“I will never lie to you,” his voice is forceful as his eyes beg her to believe him.

“Before I started, you had already assumed that my presentation wouldn’t include much or wouldn’t be thorough,” she points out having read the situation correctly.

Kirill’s head drops back on his shoulders as he looks up at the ceiling. He barks, “Fuck.”

“It’s okay, I get it,” she concedes.

It makes me want to punch him in the face, the same man who I consider a brother who saved my life in more ways than one. But he’s hurt her and that is unacceptable.

“No,” his voice is like steel as he tips his head back down and stares into her eyes, “it’s not okay.

And you will not accept it.” That has her sitting up a little straighter while squaring her shoulders.

“I shouldn’t have assumed a damn thing when it comes to you.

You’ve already proven to me that to underestimate you is dangerous and a mistake. I’m not sure how I forgot it.”

“You really think this will work?” As she asks, she nods toward the screen.

“I think you are a force of nature that will take this city by storm, Solnishko ,” he murmurs softly.

She stares into his eyes, searching them for something. When her shoulders slump slightly and she breathes out a shaky breath, I know she found what she was looking for.

Sincerity.

Truth.

When Kirill glances my way, all I see in his eyes is regret. I arch an eyebrow, but I don’t say anything. He’s going to be beating himself up more than I ever could.

Now, if one of the other guys finds out about this who knows how it’ll end up. Baker and Maxim both go feral for our woman. They’re also more likely to jump in front of her. I, however, know it isn’t always necessary.

Our woman has more heart and grit than most. And she shouldn’t be hidden just because she’s a woman.

Oaklynn lets out a small yelp of surprise when Kirill picks her up and carries her around to the other side of his desk. Her voice is husky, “What are you doing?”

Kirill stands her up and pushes her flowy pants down over her hips before lifting her and placing her ass on the edge of his desk. Then he’s sinking to his knees before her. I’m quick to stand and move so I get a better view of what is about to happen.

Seeing our woman flush with pleasure and riding the wave of her orgasm is not to be missed.

“I’m showing you how sorry I am for being another man who underestimated you when all I should do is love you as fiercely as you love me,” he growls as he pulls her panties to the side.

“Kirill,” she whimpers.

He plants kisses up the inside of her thighs, one leg and then the other. When he’s moved all the way up to the apex of her thighs, he leans in and blows a breath out over her clit which is peeking out from where her arousal coats her pussy lips.

Oaklynn leans back on her hands, her dark hair swinging and brushing against the top of the desk. Fucking gorgeous.

“Fantasy come to fucking life,” Kirill grunts.

Then he dives between her legs, his mouth attacking her pussy. I let out a low hum of approval because I know how fucking good our woman tastes. As I hear him eat her, slurping and lapping at her wetness, I can almost taste her on my tongue.

I’m not even a little bit ashamed when I lean back against the wall and reach down to free my cock from my pants. It’s hot as fuck watching our woman experience pleasure.

My eyes stay focused on her face, watching a flush rising up from her neck to her cheeks. She’s so responsive to us; I fucking love it.

When she glances over at me, she licks her lips. I know it’s an invitation, but I stay where I am and enjoy the show.

This is about her and I’m not going to change it.

Kirill shoves two fingers inside of our woman as he focuses on her clit, sucking it into his mouth as he fingers her. I have no doubt that he’s curled his fingers just right when her hips jolt and he has to hold her in place with his free hand.

“Yes,” she moans, “just like that. Don’t stop,” she gasps.

Kirill doesn’t stop. He doubles his efforts.

I watch in awe as she’s tossed over the edge of her pleasure, her head falling back as he rips a shriek from her mouth. The way her thighs shake as he laps at her opening, not wanting to miss any of her arousal, makes me a little jealous.

He gentles his movements as she comes down, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. When she looks down at him, her eyes are wide and filled with satisfaction.

As much as I want to come, I don’t want my seed anywhere other than in our woman. I tuck myself away, my cock screaming at me the entire time which isn’t easy to ignore.

Oaklynn’s brown eyes are glassy when she looks over at me and pouts because I’ve put my dick away. All I can do is chuckle at how fucking cute she is.

Kirill stands and hovers over her. “Don’t let anyone make you feel small, Oaklynn, not even me.”

Her small hands come up and her fingers glide over the stubble along his jawline. “Okay, Kirill.”

As he slams his mouth down on hers, I’m quite sure we won’t be able to get any more work done. I’m more than okay with it. I’d much rather be at home with our woman, hopefully with her coming all over my cock.