Page 33 of Mistaken
“Goodbye, Yuri. Keep me informed about anything you find from Oleg, and keep him alive. I want to kill him myself.”
Sliding into the hot tub with my dozing bride, I pulled her onto my lap, facing me so that she could rest her head on my chest. I thought she was still asleep until her voice, a little hoarse, piped up.
“What are the stars for?” She raised one hand to point at the tattoos on my left shoulder.
“In the Bratva, ink tells a story,” I adjusted her slightly, enjoying the softness of her breasts pushed against my chest. “The stars indicate my authority over my men.”
“Hmmm…” Her gaze moved to my knee. “And what about these stars?”
My hand slipped into her bikini top, lightly caressing her breast. Leaning close, I whispered, “I kneel to no one.”
Ella chuckled quietly. She was so sweet and soft, exhausted but content. I wanted to keep her this way all the time. Which meant I’d have to fuck her constantly, but I couldn’t see a downside to this plan.
“Yeah, I can totally believe that.” Her head lifted, those clever green eyes looking at me more closely. “And the cross on your chest?"
“The Thief’s Code, it means we obey no authority other than the brotherhood.”
Why was I telling her these things? I’d planned to keep Ella ignorant of all the Bratva doings, but if this kept her from flinching away, I was willing to give her a little background.
Now her long fingers were linked with mine, pulling my left hand closer. “And this crown on your hand?”
“It denotes my authority as Pakhan.”
“Did it hurt?” Her thumb’s stroking over my knuckles, “I mean, it’s right on the bone, and your tendons.”
“Not so much,” I took her top off, letting it float away in the bubbling water, and took her nipple into my mouth.
Ella…
After the episode in the hot tub, but before Maksim molested me on the desk in his office, I got a voicemail from Tania.
“Hey, Els! Hope you’re not walking funny but I’ll bet with a cockmaster like your hubby that’s pretty likely. Oh! And I have familial proof that Maksim must be shaped huge. I slept with Yuri after the wedding-”
“You what?” I screeched at my phone. “Are you nuts?”
The message continued; “...we were pretty drunk and you two never used your honeymoon suite at the Four Seasons, so you know, waste not, want not and anyway…” Tania started laughing, that hoarse, half-snorting laugh that meant this was about to get really, really interesting. “Anyway, Yuri's packing some serious action, I mean, the guy ishung!But that’s not the best part-” by now, she was laughing so hard she was hiccupping and I hoped she wouldn’t choke to death before the end of the message. “Yuri has pearls inserted in his dick!” Tania was screeching with excitement and I cringed, praying that Maksim’s office door was shut. “No shit, we were doing it and I kept feeling something rubbing up hard against my G-spot and I made him pull out and- holy shit, girl! He has a row of six pearls under his skin on the top of his dick! What the hell, right? I could not stop coming!” Her voice calmed, sounding more like a woman who is well sexed-up, “I even went down on him twice because with those little additions, it was like some kind of sex Disneyland and really, I was-”
“Tania had a good time, I see.”
Maksim was leaning against the doorway, arms folded and legs casually crossed, looking impassive, one brow elegantly raised. I yelped and dropped the phone, which unfortunately hit the speaker button on the counter and my bestie’s voice was blaring across the kitchen.
“SO DOES MAKSIM HAVE THOSE, TOO? PLEASE TELL ME YOUR HUSBAND HAS THOSE BIG PEARLS SEWN INTO HIS DICK BECAUSE THAT IS-”
“Oh, mygod!”I was mortified, dropping the phone again as I stabbed at the mute button.This can’t be happening,I thought feverishly,please god, just strike me down. I’d rather be a patch of soot on the floor than have to face him right now.
“As you have already discovered,” Maksim casually moved next to me, plucking a grape off the tray on the counter, “I do not have the pearls sewn into my dick.”
I had my hand over my eyes. I won’t look at him. If I don’t look at him, this entire conversation never happened.
Naturally, the heartless reprobate pulled my hand down. “Would you prefer I get the pearls? They’re actually a sign of nobility. Russian royalty covered themselves in pearls for centuries, and their clothing, jewelry, furniture…” He put a hand on either side of me, trapping me against the fridge. “However, it’s said that Tsar Alexis decided to go a step further and had the royal physician put them under the skin of his cock around 1635. He was called Tsar Alexis, the Quietest, but apparently, he let his embellishments do the talking. But if you want me to do the same thing…”
Of course, my big mouth immediately made it all so much worse. “Are you kidding? You’re gigantic! I’m already buried six feet under your… you know! What more do you want?”
Maksim laughed, and it was mesmerizing from a man who rarely even smiled, to see him give such an open, unrestrained reaction. “I only want to please you,????????,”he claimed, with the most insincere attempt at innocence ever.
“Please, let’s not talk about it anymore,” I groaned, “let’s just pretend this conversation never happened, okay?”
He studied me a moment longer, he was enjoying this, I could tell. “As you wish. I want to take you out to dinner. Let’s go look through your dresses.”
