Page 73 of Paved in Hate

Before I can answer, he picks me up and swings me around. I can’t help but laugh as I clutch him tighter. His excitement is always contagious, and it’s one of the things I love most about him. Vitaly goes all in, no matter what he’s doing.

When his lips find mine, I twine my fingers into his hair and kiss him back, letting him know how much I’ve missed him. The kiss is hungry, but we’re both holding back because we’re not alone.

Pulling back, he smiles and whispers, “Soon,ptichka.”

I nod and stay wrapped around him as he carries me into the kitchen. He sets me on the island, staying between my legs as he asks Sergei and the others how everything went. They talk for a few minutes before the four men are dismissed. I wave goodbye and then say goodnight to Vitaly’s brothers. They each walk off to their rooms, leaving us alone in the kitchen.

“You going to tell me what the hell happened tonight and whose blood you’re all covered in?”

“I’m not covered in blood, baby. I behaved myself tonight.”

I run my fingers along his neck and cheek. “You have blood splatter,” I tell him. “You were close enough to get hit.”

“Well, that’s because Matvey went fucking ballistic. Lev and I were just sitting and watching. He brought snacks.”

I laugh and meet his gorgeous whiskey-brown eyes. “I married such a weirdo.”

“A weirdo?” He laughs and kisses the tip of my nose. “I’m not the one who brought the snacks. I just ate them, so if anyone’s a weirdo, it’s Lev for bringing fruit snacks to a killing.”

“Who died tonight?”

Vitaly shrugs and starts kissing a line down my jaw. “Some Lebedev men who were guarding the building where the auctions take place.”

“Is that going to make trouble for you with Konstantin?”

He gives my earlobe a suck, making it hard for me to concentrate. “We’ll come up with something. Maybe we’ll blame it on Dominic.” He gives a soft laugh. “He’ll love that.”

When his teeth graze the skin of my neck, I lean my head back, giving him better access as my hands drift lower so I can grab his firm ass.

“We’re in the kitchen,” I remind him before I lose all ability to think clearly about this.

“We are,” he agrees, nipping the crook of my neck while one hand slides into my robe to cup my breast. His thumb grazes my nipple, pulling a soft whimper from my aching body.

When I open my eyes, I see the list of rules on the fridge in front of me and smile. “You said you never bring women here, right?”

“Never, baby.”

“So you’ve never gotten to enjoy the rule you vetoed?”

His body freezes before he pulls back to look at me. If he’s trying to hide his excitement, he’s failing miserably, and the sight of his lit-up eyes makes me laugh.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

He smiles even bigger. “It’s definitely a no, baby.”

When I run my hands down his chest and start to undo the button on his jeans, he cups my face and runs his eyes over me.

“You don’t have to do this. You know that, right?”

“I want to do it, Vitaly, so stop arguing and let me suck my husband’s dick.”

“Fucking hell,” he groans, already straining against his jeans. “You look so goddamn sweet, baby, but you have the filthiest mouth when you get all riled up.”

I turn my head and give the tip of his finger a soft bite. “It’s about to get a lot filthier.”

He groans and watches me suck his finger between my lips. Vitaly’s had his head buried between my legs more times than I can count, but this is the first time I’ve returned the favor. It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that I’m intimidated by his size and by all his past experiences, but I’m tired of letting that stop me from doing what I want.

Slowly sliding his finger out of my mouth, I unzip his jeans and reach in so I can wrap my hand around him. The feel of his hard length sends a shiver through me. Just touching him has my body lighting up from the inside out, because I know what this thing can do and I know the pleasure that comes with it.

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