Page 23 of The Den of Sin
Her soft voice soaked through my skin and went straight to my cock. She pulled her arm out of my grip and strode away from me, giving me a magnificent view of her backside.
The image of her bent over my desk, my bed, over any goddamn thing as long as she was bent over flashed in my head. There was nothing more I wanted than to pull her by that beautiful mane of hers, wrap my hands around it, and force her face sideways to watch me as I pumped into her.
Primal hunger overwhelmed all my senses as I stalked after her, intent on my prey when my sister’s voice stopped me.
“Vasili, what are you doing here?”
Tatiana was in a bathing suit too. My teeth clenched - I wanted to tell her to get lost. But knowing my sister, she’d stay just out of spite. My brother and sister perfected the ‘lounge and relax’ lifestyle. She insisted on studying political science and hasn’t done a single thing with it. My brother insisted on studying business and banking management. Again, he hasn’t done a single damn thing with this degree.Although he perfected his sniper skills, I thought wryly.And starting wars.
“Came to see you.”
It was a partial truth. Katerina told me my sister had a guest staying with her, and I immediately knew who it was. I would have had to be a saint to stay away; lucky for all, I wasn’t one.
“Ah, my big brother cares,” she teased. She knew I cared. After all, it was the main reason I put up with her extravagant lifestyle. Isabella wrapped one of the beach towels around her, her beautiful body no longer on display.
Too bad.
“Also, I need you to take Adrian with you when you go out,” I told her. With the latest threats from the Santos family, I couldn’t risk her or Isabella’s safety. Adrian was the best, and he’d keep them safe. “Clear?”
“Yes,” she muttered under her breath.
She knew what that meant. I wouldn’t risk anything happening to my family. My sister’s eyes darted to Isabella who was scrolling through her phone with her delicate eyebrows furrowed. Isabella wasn’t part of the mafia world. She knew very little about our business and how we came to rule our empire. We kept family, business, and friends separate. It was a damn irony that she was actually conceived in this mobster underworld. Except very few people knew about it. Five years ago, I almost fucked up and crossed that line - bringing her into my underworld. Since then, I have been hiding her tracks from the Santos family.
I couldn’t stop myself from flickering a glance Isabella's way again. She was my magnet, drawing me in. Would she let me in again, let me bring her pleasure? She hated my guts, that much was evident. She pretended to be interested in her phone, ignoring me. Her scrolling suddenly halted, and she lifted the screen to my sister.
Tatiana’s eyes widened and she eagerly nodded her head.
What are those two doing?
I knew full well how much trouble those two were capable of getting into together. From their freshman year, I felt like I had two rebellious, teenage daughters that hated my guts. I spent more time flying to D.C. to bail them out of some stupid shit than going anywhere else. And neither one of them was ever willing to admit who came up with the plan. I was constantly tempted to put them in time-out, take all their electronics away, and have a guard on them twenty-four-seven. Because those two got in trouble even when they were sleeping.
I spent so much damn time in D.C. that Nico Morrelli, the mobster that ruled Maryland and D.C. thought I was trying to make a move and overtake the damn city. It took many meetings to convince him I wasn’t. He didn’t believe me till the night Tatiana and Isabella crashed into his casino, with fake IDs and drunk as damn sailors, wearing skimpy clothes. Those two took college partying to a whole new level.
“Privyet, ladies,” Sasha greeted loudly, strolling in without a care in the world. My younger brother wouldn’t miss a beat if there was a gun pointed to his head, counting on the universe to make it alright.
Isabella’s head shot up and her face lit up. “Sasha?” she squealed and resentment hit me at her warm greeting, so unlike the one she gave me.
Well, he didn’t fuck her and then tell her to get lost.
She ran into his wide-open arms. “And where have you been hiding?”
Sasha has always been fond of her. I knew full well they always reached out to him first when in trouble, but Sasha tended to disappear. He took care of eliminating targets for our empire, from afar. Sometimes, it required him to be gone for weeks, studying the subject and their habits before he’d strike.
“Ah, nowhere. Just here and there.”
He chuckled. “No, rypka. You have been hanging out with rockstars.” My brother always called her a fish, ever since he learned she loved surfing.
She scoffed. “That was only ten percent of my time.”
“Ah, he never made it to thirty?”
I wondered what all that meant.
“Nope,” she muttered, but a sad expression crossed her face. She was careful to quickly hide it.
“Are you two staying for lunch?” Tatiana offered. It wasn’t my intent, but I was glad she asked. Otherwise, I would have invited myself. “Maybe we can hang out for a bit?”
“Yes.” Tatiana’s eyes snapped to me in surprise. I rarely hung out, my schedule not accommodating it. But there was no way I’d go and leave Sasha with Isabella.He likes her too much!The jealousy ate at me seeing my brother and Isabella speak softly to each other, reminiscing like some old lovers. I hated seeing them together. Those two had an easy-going, laid-back relationship from the moment they met unlike the two of us.
