Page 36 of Merciless Union
I look around at all the men in the room, my eyes lingering on Erik. “There will be no word of a coup, you hear me? I am the motherfucking leader. If I get even an inkling that any of you are going behind my back, I won’t hesitate to take my gun and blast your fucking brains out. Of course, not before I spend hours torturing you in every way possible. So, if any of you were having those thoughts, and I’m not saying you were, butifyou were, I would highly suggest thinking again. You all understand me?”
All the men in the room nod, except for Erik.
I take a step toward him, lifting my gun. “Do. You. Understand. Me?” I enunciate each word.
Vladimir puts a hand on Erik’s chest. “Son, this is your leader.”
Erik nods imperceptibly. “I understand.”
“Good.” I lower my gun. “Then we’re all in agreement.” I look back at Stepan. “Enjoy your … ‘friendly get-together.’ Don’t forget my words.”
Stepan nods.
I storm out of the house, Nik following.
“Aw, I was hoping for more action,” he mutters, slipping his gun back into its holster.
“If Stepan is as greedy as I know him to be, then I don’t think this was the last of this shit. You’ll get a chance to shed some blood. I don’t doubt it.”
Nik smiles, rubbing his hands together. “I can’t wait.”
Neither can I.
I head home after that, anger buzzing through me. If these motherfuckers think they can meet in secret and play it off as a “hang out," they must think I’m stupid, or they’re truly stupid.
I burst into the penthouse, searching for Arina. I need her body again. It’s the only thing bringing me any kind of escape from all the other shit I have to go through.
I find her lying on the bed, reading a book.
She looks over at me as I roughly take off my suit jacket. “Are you angry with me? You said I couldn’t paint, not that I couldn’t read.”
“I don’t care about you fucking reading. I need you now.”
She sits up straighter. “What if I’m busy right now?”
“Arina, you are my wife. Don’t test me right now. I’m not in the fucking mood. Just get your ass over here.”
She sets the book down way too slowly for my liking.
I growl, leaning over her. She meets my gaze steadily. Do I scare her, or is she good at hiding her fear?
“I want you now,” I say darkly, grabbing her hips and flipping her over onto her stomach.
“Maxim, can’t we try something else?” she asks.
“No.”
I lift her dress and pull her underwear down so roughly they tear. Arina gasps, looking over her shoulder.
“Those were my favorite pair,” she says.
“I’ll buy you another.” I grab her hips and lift them, drawing my hand down to her pussy and rubbing her fast and rough. She gasps again, this time with pleasure.
“Yeah, you like it when I touch you like this, don’t you?” I say into her ear as I rub my fingers over her folds and clit.
She nods.
“Good. I fucking need you now.” I undo my pants, lining my cock up to her entrance. Without warning, I thrust so fast and deep into her that Arina cries out.
