Page 18 of Tangled Souls (Bratva Souls Duet #2)

KIRILL

Things have been quiet for the last few weeks. I’ve watched Oaklynn thrive. I’m so fucking proud of her, and it’s only grown as she’s put her plan to reinvent the club into action. She’s a hard fucking worker and throws herself into everything she does with everything she is.

I’m so fucking impressed by her.

Even though she didn’t know what the new name would be when she did her whole presentation, it came to her randomly. One night, as she was basking in the afterglow of her pleasure, surrounded by her men, she gasped, “Clockwork.”

We looked at her like she had lost her mind. Well, except for Maxim. He looked pleased as hell because he had just finished fucking her sweet pussy. The look on his face was smug, as if he had just fucked her into a state of disassociation or delirium or something.

She slapped his arm as her chest heaved, still trying to catch her breath. “I was talking about the club’s new name. No need to look so damn pleased with yourself.”

Maxim chuckles and shrugged while flopping onto his back. “I just fucked the name of your club out of you. Or allowed your mind to clear so much from pleasure that it came to you. Either way, I think I have plenty to be smug about.”

When Oaklynn hit his face with a pillow, he started roaring with laughter. All of us were soon to follow.

Even with Maxim’s smug response, our woman had a name for her new club. If she weren’t so tired from all the orgasm she had already gotten, I’m sure she would have been out of bed and getting more things in the works. As it was, she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Working on Clockwork while also helping bring the gala together for Heart and Home, has ensured she’s been out of the house more and more. I hate it, but I also know it’s for the best.

It works with our plan; the same one we came up with days after Oaklynn showed up at the office to show me her proposal for the club.

We were sitting in the living room, curled up and relaxing after a dinner Maxim cooked for us.

The atmosphere was cozy, but you could feel something at the edges creeping in.

Oaklynn looked at each of us, assessing our moods and trying to read our minds.

“What’s the plan?” When we turned toward her, her cheeks were a gorgeous pink.

“I know that buying Pulse, rather forcefully, wasn’t necessarily part of the plan with Mikhail considering you didn’t have solid proof of the connection.

But it has me wondering what the plan is. ”

None of us wanted to say it, I could feel the hesitation coming from the guys. As is my lot in life, I knew it was up to me to step up and explain.

“We need to be out in public more,” I tell her honestly.

Her eyebrows furrowed together, and I explained, “We’ve been keeping ourselves, and you, pretty isolated.

Mikhail is the kind of man who will only see you as a liability.

It’s why he sent Adam to that meeting. He wanted to scare you and assess how vulnerable you are. ”

Oaklynn stiffened slightly. “You’re using me as bait?” Her words were more accusatory than curious, but it still felt like a slap to the face.

“No,” I barked, “not as bait. Never as bait.” I looked into her eyes and hoped she could see the sincerity in mine. “The truth is that if someone wants to get to us then the best way is through you.”

It was like a light bulb went off, the confusion clearing from her eyes. “But only if they’re underestimating me and who I am.”

The smile I gave her was genuine and wide. “Exactly. And men like that will always underestimate you. I could be accused of the same thing.”

Oaklynn giggled softly before reaching over and giving my hand a squeeze. “The difference is that you’re willing to learn and to adjust your thinking. He never will be. It will be his downfall.”

“That’s what we’re hoping,” Baker admitted, “but one thing we will never do is put you in danger.”

“I know,” she assured us.

I blew out a breath, relieved at her trust in us even though I wasn’t sure we completely earned it. I watched as our stunning wife’s mind mulled something over.

“What I can’t figure out is how Adam, or Mikhail, knew I was going to be at that meeting. I mean, sure in certain circles it might be talked about, but for him to know about it? It feels suspicious to me,” she mused.

“We don’t know how he found out,” I admitted. “Adam didn’t know, or he wasn’t saying.”

“Maybe we should visit him again,” Maxim suggested with a little more glee than necessary for the situation.

I shot him a look, but he didn’t look regretful at all. Quite the opposite.

“So,” Oaklynn chirped, “what’s next on our public tour?”

We chuckled, the tension in the room becoming more manageable under the light of our woman. It’s something she’s skilled at, something I’ll never take for granted.

How our woman makes even the worst days feel lighter and easier to navigate is a gift. I didn’t realize I wasn’t breathing deeply until she came into my life. The world we operate within can be dark, but she brings in light and helps me shoulder the weight of the responsibility.

My gut is screaming at me now though. I don’t want to leave the house with our wife even though I know we have to do it.

She’s not missing the gala and none of us will ask her to. That doesn’t mean I’m not scared as hell about something happening to her. There will be so many people there which puts me on edge, even though we have people watching the perimeter to ensure the event is secure.

None of us will be leaving her side, but that doesn’t mean I’m not dreading the whole thing. If something happens to her, I’ll raze this city without thinking twice about it.

The guys are already downstairs, dressed and waiting for us.

But I just needed a moment with our woman.

I have no problem sitting on the edge of the bed and waiting for her while she’s in the shower.

My heart is pounding in my chest and it’s nearly impossible to push aside the worry which has been dogging my every movement since the moment I woke up this morning.

When the bathroom door opens, our woman steps out while the steam from the shower she just took is following her like it can’t bear to leave her the same way I can’t. She startles when she notices me, but the surprise on her face smooths out to understanding almost instantly.

Her legs are bare, and her silky robe clings to her still damn skin. She’s sexy as hell and I can’t look away from her as she reaches up and unclips her hair which she clearly put up to prevent it from getting wet. I watch the dark strands tumble down and provide the sexiest halo I’ve ever seen.

“You look nice,” her voice is soft and soothing as she moves toward the closet. “Were you sent to hurry me along?”

When I shake my head, my silence has her turning toward me before she disappears into yet another room and I lose sight of her. The way she tilts her head to the side and studies me is adorable, but it barely penetrates my mind.

Oaklynn’s small hands cradle my jaw, and I jump a little, surprised at myself that I got lost in thought and wasn’t paying attention to her movements. Her eyes move back and forth between mine and it feels like she’s looking into my soul.

“You’re worried,” she doesn’t pose it like a question, just a simple fact.

“I don’t like you being exposed like this,” I admit.

The smile she gives me is soft and filled with love instead of being patronizing or dismissive. Her fingers slide back and forth against the stubble on my face, scratching against her soft skin. I love it when she touches me, it’s grounding in a way I didn’t even know I needed.

“What will you do if I’m in danger?”

Her question throws me off for a moment and all I can do is stare up at her, my mouth opening and closing a few times before I snap out of it. When I do, I growl, “I’ll kill anyone who thinks they can hurt you, threaten you, or breathe on you funny.”

Her laughter fills the room and forces some of the knot in my gut to unfurl. It’s not gone, I don’t think it ever will when it comes to our woman, but I can breathe a little easier.

Fuck, our wife is something special.

She leans down, her robe gaping slightly and giving me a very tempting view of her pink nipples and the way her milky breasts sway. The groan I let out is full of need and she smirks in response.

“I trust you,” she murmurs, “you just need to trust yourself.”

“If something were to happen to you,” I shake my head and swallow hard, “I don’t know what I would do.”

“Go on a killing spree,” she throws out nonchalantly.

I blink up at her before barking out a laugh and nodding. After hooking one of my arms around her waist, I pull her closer. My forehead rests right between her tits and I take a deep breath.

She smells so fucking good. The vanilla and cinnamon scent surrounding me has my mouth watering.

But I know I don’t have time to indulge.

When Oaklynn drops to her knees in front of me, my eyes widen. My voice comes out hoarse, “What are you doing, Solnishko ?”

Our wife looks up at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “I’m helping you to relax, Kirill,” she says it so casually, I almost think I’m wrong about her intentions at first.

At least until she undoes the fly of my tux pants and her delicate hand reaches in and pulls out my rapidly hardening cock. I’m always half hard, minimum, when I’m around our wife and tonight is no exception. My dick doesn’t care if I’m worried, he’s always trying to bury himself inside of Oaklynn.

“It’s going to be okay,” she whispers, each word sending puffs of air over the crown of my cock and making me shiver. Her brown eyes look up at me, full of trust. “I love you, Kirill and I know you’ll keep me safe.”

My mouth opens, but whatever words threatening to come out are lost in a strangled sound as her lips wrap around me and she takes me into her mouth. I grip the sides of her head, knowing I shouldn’t push my fingers into her hair considering we don’t have a lot of time, but it’s difficult not to.

Her mouth is warm and wet, and my balls are already begging to make her swallow my cum. When she sucks a little harder, her mouth moving up and down and taking me a little deeper every time, I’m lost to how fucking good it feels.

I grunt, “That’s it, Oaklynn. You can take more,” I encourage her.

The next time she takes me to the back of her throat; she takes even more and swallows. The feeling of her tight throat squeezing me, knowing she’s pushing herself to the limits of what she can take, has me growling in pleasure.

Nothing could pull my eyes away from her. Not now. Not ever.

“You look sexy as fuck on your knees for me,” I groan.

When she pulls back, the tip of her tongue plays with the vein running up the length of my shaft. Then she flicks across the underside of the crown, making me see fucking stars. Her nose flares when she takes me back into her mouth and as she breathes before my length goes a little bit deeper.

I’m mesmerized and as much as I want to close my eyes and just feel, I need to see her. I need to revel in how fucking good it is, the memory burning into my mind.

Never to be replaced.

Never to be forgotten.

Her movements get faster as her hand comes up and rolls my balls between the fingers of one hand while the other wraps around the base of my cock. She strokes me as her mouth moves up and down my length.

It’s too much.

It’s not nearly enough.

My entire body starts to tingle, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. When she gives my balls a little tug, I’m fucking done.

“You’re going to swallow every drop,” I grunt my demand.

It’s the only warning she gets before she takes me as deep as she can and I shoot my load right down her throat. The muscles there milk me as she swallows every jet of my cum. I swear my eyes cross with how fucking good it feels.

I’m a panting mess as my balls empty and she pulls back slowly to make sure she cleans me up as she goes. The only thing I can do is stare down at my woman in awe.

My thumb swipes along her bottom lip and her eyes soften. “Now it’s your turn, wife.”

She shakes her head and gets up slowly before heading toward her closet. “No time,” she throws over her shoulder, “but you can make it up to me later.”

I stand and tuck my cock back into my slacks before following her. As I lean against the door jam, I take a moment to simply appreciate the goddess in front of me.

Then I step inside as I ask, “Can I help you?”

She looks up at me, clearly confused, but whatever she sees on my face has her nodding slowly. Her brown eyes are big and round as I help her get dressed. It’s simple, but so fucking intimate.

If I weren’t already in love with the woman, this would be the moment I fall. Instead, it’s just another drop.

There’s no doubt in my mind that I’ll continue to fall for our wife for the rest of my life.