The Enforcer (Chicago Bratva #3) - Renee Rose Page 0,66

rubs some more.

Oh God, it’s good.

So exciting. Delicious. The sharpness of the initial pain recedes as pleasure flushes through me. I don’t know why I like this. It doesn’t matter. It’s Oleg, and I trust him completely.

He goes on for a few more rounds—a couple smacks, then his middle finger circling over my clit. My arousal ramps up swiftly. “More,” I moan, even though my ass already stings.

Of course, he delivers, slapping me with seven rapid-fire spanks that make me squeal and kick my feet. And then we’re suddenly both immersed in the water, warmth burning over the winter chill on my skin. Oleg pinches one nipple as he curls an arm behind my back and draws my body against his. I wrap my legs around his waist. He uses his hand to angle his cock to prod my entrance.

The water and weightlessness make it slippery and hard for him to get in, and a few moments later, I find myself on my knees on the step, my elbows on a cushion from a nearby chaise lounge, and Oleg pounding into me from behind. He grips my hair in his fist disrespectfully, and I love it. I love it because I know this man is the farthest thing from disrespectful outside of the bedroom. He’s the safest scary I’ll ever find, and I find his power and dominance delicious.

He rides me hard, protecting my hips from the side of the tub with his forearm around my waist. I lose my mind, crooning his name, panting, begging for release. His thumb finds my mouth. I suck it hard, hoping to bring him to climax, so I can have mine. It works. He growls and shoves in deep, bucking against my ass as he comes. I climax the moment he goes off, not needing the clit-rub he provides.

I scream because I can. Because it feels good to be as loud as I want up here on the roof.

When we both go still, Oleg’s heart beating against my back, he lowers his lips to my ear and bites gently, then kisses.

I hear his soft hum—the sound he makes for me when we get close.

I make it back.

He pulls out and turns me around, pointing at my chest, then his.

“Yep, I say softly. I’m yours.”

He arranges me in his lap in the water, still humming.

“Hey, guess what? We start our ASL class at the community college next month.” I researched it yesterday and signed myself up. I would’ve signed Oleg up, too, but he needs to get registered first.

He raises his brows.

“We’re both going to learn it, so we can talk easily. Otherwise, how are you going to talk to our kids?”

Oleg lets out a surprised puff of breath followed by a soft moan and blinks rapidly. If I didn’t know better, I would swear my big strong man teared up. He points at me, then does the grabby-hand sign for want, then mimics rocking a baby.

“Yeah, I want kids, do you?”

Another soft moan and blinking. He nods.

“I’m thinking, like, three or four. A big noisy houseful of kids. Because crazy chaos is my jam.”

Oleg laugh-sobs and leans his forehead against my cheek, rocking me gently in the water.

“Are you down.”

He makes his humming sound and stands up, lifting me out of the water. He stoops to pick up his keycard, leaving our clothes on the deck as he carries me to the door.

“Where are we going? Are you going to fuck me again?” I’m not usually the dirty-talker, but after reading all the things Oleg wanted to say to me last week, I figure I’m voicing his thoughts.

His eyes go dark with wicked promise.

I giggle and tighten my hold on his neck, kicking my feet with delight.

Epilogue

Oleg

“S-t-ory.” I work carefully to make the sounds come off my lips right. I’m standing in the doorway of Story’s music studio on the tenth floor where she teaches lessons and rehearses with the band.

Ravil got a speech therapist to work with me every week on learning to speak again. I make sounds with my lips to substitute for the sounds I can’t speak with my tongue. I fucking hate the way it sounds, but seeing Story’s face light up at hearing her name makes it worth it.

My girl whirls and smiles over her shoulder at me then takes a running leap, jumping into my arms. “Hi, Big Daddy,” she says in a low, breathy voice.

Aw, fuck. Now I just want to press her back against the