A Treacherous Killer-Dark Bratva Romance

epilogue

Nadia

"How much longer do we have to wait?" Maks growls. I'm just finishing applying my lipstick in the mirror as he leans against the kitchen counter with a scowl marring his features.

"He should be here be any minute," I reply. I've been trying to hold in my fits of giggles ever since this afternoon when I told Maks what our plans for tonight consisted of. He did not find me the least bit amusing.

"This is ridiculous," Maks grounds out. He straightens and fidgets with the bow tie I made him wear for tonight.

"Be nice. We owe him remember?" I chide.

Maks scoffs and rolls his eyes in annoyance. "Yes, I clearly remember him saving our asses but there are other ways for us to show him our gratitude rather than this," Maks growls.

"It's what he wanted and I personally think it's sweet." Maks's eyes narrow before they drop lower to take in my appearance. I'm wearing a new black short length dress that hugs my curves and has a very generous neckline. I shift on my feet as his gaze goes from being annoyed to adamantly turned on.

"Don't even think about it," I warn. His eyes immediately jump to mine as he lets out a frustrated groan.

"Come on. Just real quick before he gets here," he pleads.

"No, absolutely not," I say evenly as I go back into our bedroom to put some earrings on.

I've learned a lot about Maksim Vasilyev in the short time we've lived together. First, as he just so elegantly proved, he doesn't like being told no. Second, is he can be a really sneaky bastard sometimes. So much so that I don't even hear his shoes clicking on the floor behind me before he wraps his arms around me.

"Give me ten minutes," he says, his voice low and husky in my ear.

"Ten minutes?" I question. His hands travel down my stomach to my thighs, his fingers pushing the fabric up higher on my legs. "Maks," I ground out but he ignores my warning as he bunches the dress up my waist and his lithe fingers start teasing my inner thighs.

As always, when Maks touches me, my brain short circuits and I lose all train of thought completely. I let him pull my panties to the side and dip his finger into my pussy. "Seems like you want this just as much as I do," he chuckles.

"Maybe if you weren't such a horny bastard all the time," I snap. I shudder when his thumb flicks my clit and his fingers start dipping in and out of me.

I whimper as Maks fucks me with his fingers while digging his erection between my ass cheeks. "Fine!" I groan. "But you better make it quick."

"You know I don't do quickies princess," he growls. "Denis will keep him occupied." With that, he pulls my underwear down my legs and flips my dress up over my ass. I can hear him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. The next moment Maks shoves his cock into me from behind.

The movement causes me to pitch forward and I grab onto the dresser for support. Maks grips my hips as he thrusts in and out of me roughly. Ever since the other night when he discovered I liked it when he was rough with me, he'd been delivering painfully so. I like going slow with Maks but something about the unhinged wild look he gets in his eye when we do it like this unfurls something wicked inside of me.