Russian's Intense Love (Drobilka Family Series #2) (6 page)

Vadim looked like a caged animal as she took in the ravaged look on his face and his raw wrists. Knocking on the door, she called for a first aid kit, which was quickly handed to her. She set it down with everything else and stared at him as he gradually settled down.

“So, you were FBI, all along,” he stated in Russian.

“Dah,” she answered simply.

“So, everything that happened between us was what, your job?”

Shaking her head, she replied, “I was sent to gather intel on the Drobilka cartel, what happened between us wasn’t meant to happen, but I fell…”

“Fell for me?” he interrupted as he snorted. “Do not insult me, Ms. Michaels, with any more lies.”

Bethany clutched at her sides as she was wracked with emotion at the level of hatred dripping off his tongue. She closed her eyes and attempted to clear her head before walking around to the control panel on the wall and turning off the recording devices. Digging the key out of her pocket, she slid it across the table toward him along with a bottle of water.

Looking at her suspiciously, he looked up to see that the cameras were off before reaching for the key. Bethany had sagged against the wall with her eyes closed as she waited for his next move. She didn’t have long to wait as he slid across the table and landed in front of her.

Opening startled eyes to look at him, she swallowed hard at the look of hatred on his face as he wrapped his right hand around her throat.

“I could kill you with the flick of my wrist,” he told her as he tightened his grip. Tilting her head back, she took small breaths as she watched him. “Was it worth it?”

“Was what worth it?”

“Was it a boost to your career to lose your virginity to me?”

Without even thinking, Bethany’s hand swept up and connected hard with his cheek as he looked at her in surprise. Rubbing his cheek, he stumbled backwards into the table as she shoved hard at his chest.

“Why, you arrogant, self-centered asshole. Do you have any idea what it was like for me growing up? I dreamed about going to the Academy, and suddenly, I’m thrust into this case, but no one can know about it, so I’m treated like some sort of ghost, having to sneak around with no backup. And then I meet you and all your muscles and tattoos, and when you touched me that first time in the locker room, fuck, Vadim, I started feeling things that I had no right to feel.” Brushing at the tears to keep them from falling down her cheeks, she stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. “Don’t you for one minute think that what went on between us had anything to do with the case. I didn’t even know who you were until you told me your birth name, which by the way, I would have been happy not knowing.”

As Bethany took a breath to continue her tirade, Vadim stood up suddenly, grabbed her shoulders, and yanked her against him. She attempted to push him away with a strangled yelp, but he was much stronger than she was and she had foolishly turned off the cameras and let him take his handcuffs off. Wrapping one hand around the back of her head and the other around her waist, his lips crashed bruisingly down on hers as he kissed her.

Bethany gasped in surprise, then moaned as she kissed him back, their lips and tongues smashing against each other in an attempt to vent the last several hours’ frustration out on each other. Clutching tightly, she dug her fingers into his arms as she held onto him. When they separated, both were panting as much from the exertion as the passion.

Looking down at her in surprise, he saw the remainder of her tears in the corners of her eyes as he rubbed them away with his thumb. That tender touch was too much for Bethany as she tried to back away, but he held onto her as he searched her face.

“Malyutka.” Before Bethany could protest, he kissed her tenderly as he murmured, “You are whatever I say you are.”

Bethany hugged him before reluctantly stepped back. Sitting down, he watched as she reached for the first aid kit before dragging the other chair around. As she sat down next to him, she opened the kit and began to clean his wrists.

Looking at her curiously, he closed his eyes briefly at her soft touch. “So, how much do they know?” he asked her.

As Bethany talked, he closed his eyes and swallowed. They knew far more than he had anticipated and much more than Bethany could have found out on her own. When she finished, she shut the first aid kit and tossed it on the table by the door. Reaching for the file she had brought in, she handed it to him. Curious, he opened it and quickly sifted through the contents. Closing it, he set it back down before looked at her.

“I was told she had food poisoning,” he said in English.

“I believe you. My guess is that Boris found out she was ICE and did something about it. I suspect her roommate either got in the way or he wasn’t taking chances.”

“What do you want from me?” he asked, switching back to Russian.

“To make you an asset.”

“You are joking.”

Shaking her head, Bethany spoke to him in low tones as she outlined her idea. He argued with her as she continued to explain.

“And what do I get in return?”

“You mean besides avoiding prison and potentially the death penalty?”

Pacing the room, Vadim avoided her gaze as he contemplated her proposal. “And who exactly would we be going after?”

“Boris, to start. We don’t have enough on him to arrest him for Elizabeth’s murder.”

“Who?”

“Sasha,” Bethany corrected. “We aren’t the only agency interested in your boss. This would be a multi-division taskforce. Ideally, we’d like to take down whoever is calling the shots in Moscow, but for now, we’d settle for closing down all their enterprises here in the US.”

“That is a tall order, Malyutka.”

Standing up and stepping in front of him, Bethany took his hands as she looked him in the eye, “Vadim, when I look at you, I see an honorable man. Help me stop these people.”

“And who would I be reporting to?”

Shrugging her shoulders, Bethany pondered his question. “Me, I suppose. As far as I know, my cover hasn’t been blown, I can return to the Rubicon.”

“Nyet!” Vadim declared as he slapped his hand down on the file. “I won’t have what happened to Sasha happen to you.”

“It won’t,” Bethany declared. “Not if we’re careful.”

After additional discussion, Vadim agreed to Bethany’s idea. Walking back over to the control panel, she clicked on both the audio and cameras before talking into the mic, “We are ready for Director Turner,” she stated before reaching for one of the bottles of water. After she downed half of it, she offered the bottle to Vadim, who finished it off. Within minutes, the door opened and an armed officer stood outside waiting for them.

“This way, please,” he stated as they followed him down the hall to a conference room.

Walking inside, Bethany was not surprised to see the Director or her handler. There was a man in a suit who looked like a lawyer; two other people that she presumed were from one of the other divisions. Sitting on a credenza near the window, she was surprised to see Peter. Raising her eyebrow, she waited for any introductions, but none was made.

She sat down next to Vadim as the lawyer outlined their proposal in writing and Vadim signed off acknowledging his agreement that in exchange for no charges being pressed against him, he agreed to provide information to the taskforce. In addition, Bethany would remain in her role as a server at the Rubicon and they would continue their relationship.

He argued over any agreement to wear a wire or allow recording devices in his office, but grudgingly agreed that there might come a need for it at a later date.

When Bethany and Vadim finally left the FBI building, the sun was already high in the sky. Blinking in the sunlight, Bethany’s stomach growled loudly as she realized that it had been close to twenty-four hours since she had eaten anything. Before they could hail a cab, a Town Car pulled up with Boris in the passenger seat. They looked at each other tiredly, having not had the chance to rehearse what they planned to say to him, but climbed into the backseat. Sagging, Bethany let out a yawn as she leaned back against the seats.

As the car pulled away, Boris questioned both of them. While there were still three others who had yet to be released, he was concerned at how long they were there.

Deciding for as much of the truth as possible, Vadim filled him in on the murder of Sasha and that she was an agent with ICE, as he searched his face for any tell. As he talked, Bethany found her eyes drooping as she fought to follow the conversation, which was taking place in rapid Russian. She vaguely remembered hearing her name as she sat up. Taking her hand, Vadim kissed the back of it as he told Boris that he had made a mistake in asking about her, which keyed the FBI in to their relationship.

“And what did Miss Michaels have to say about the relationship?” Boris questioned.

Mumbling, Bethany was having difficulty speaking as Vadim leaned in to hear what she was saying. He choked back a laugh as he repeated what she said, “Nice apartment, great sex.”

Chapter 10

The Town Car dropped the couple off at Vadim’s apartment as Bethany dragged herself inside. She felt as though her feet were cased in concrete as she fought to walk. Wrapping his arm around her waist, Vadim held her to him as they took the elevator up to his penthouse apartment.

Once he opened the door, he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Laying her down, he removed her shoes before throwing a blanket over her. Bethany vaguely felt the mattress shift next to her as he joined her, and they both tumbled into uninterrupted sleep.

Bethany woke to a heavy weight wrapped around her. Opening her eyes slowly, she looked around at the darkened room before realizing that she was in Vadim’s apartment. She saw Vadim’s arm wrapped protectively around her when she looked down. Rolling over, she looked at his face as he slumbered.

Even in his sleep, he didn’t seem to relax, as his brow was furrowed. Reaching her hand up, she smoothed the frown lines as he slowly opened his eyes. He captured her hand and kissed her fingertips one by one before sucking one into his mouth. Bethany’s eyes darkened immediately in response as she could feel the now familiar pleasure sensation start to unfurl inside her.

Pushing him onto his back, she straddled him as he continued to suck on her fingers. She closed her eyes as she felt her toes begin to curl with desire.

She pulled her hand free and gave him a mischievous look as she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside, followed quickly by her bra. She playfully slapped Vadim’s hand as he reached for her, and his eyes darkened in warning. Leaning down, her hair tickled his chest as she began to kiss him, her fingers dancing lightly over his tattoos as she worked her way around his chest.

Her lips brushed over his nipples as he groaned. Holding his hands at his sides, he fisted them to avoid taking over, as her light touches were making it difficult to focus. He tucked another pillow under his head as he watched her lick and nip at his chest.

Bethany gave herself over to the overwhelming need to please and pleasure him as she felt him gasp in response before taking slow, measured breaths. She had never pleasured a man this way before, but his body was leading her down a heady path that was easy to follow as she became intoxicated by his smell and taste. Wanting more, she continued to work her way down his body as her knee brushed against his erection, straining for release.

She reached for the clasp on his trousers and pulled the zipper down as he lifted his hips to help her pull them off. His erection sprang free as she looked at it in wonder. While this wasn’t her first time looking at his cock, she was about to try something she had never done before. Rubbing her hands along his hips, she slowly worked her way toward the center as her hands brushed up against him. His cock bounced in anticipation as he moaned. With one hand, she wrapped her hand around his shaft, surprised at how smooth the skin was. Moving her hand up and down, she began to stroke him, mimicking what she had seen in porn.

Vadim whispered her name as she looked up at him. He was struggling with the desire to take over as pleasure was close to turning to pain. Tightening her grip slightly, she continued to look at him as she dipped her head and tentatively licked his cock. His hips bounced in response as he growled.

Inexperience gave way to curiosity, as she opened her mouth to take him in. While her body screamed at her to ask him to take her, she knew that this was the right thing to do. Her body ached, aroused by his groans as she sucked him into her mouth. Holding the base of his cock, she continued to stroke up and down, tightening her grip with each upward pull. Matching her rhythm with her mouth, she bobbed her head, and with each downward bob, she would take more of him into her mouth.

She rubbed her legs together as he muttered endearments in Russian. She loved the sensations she was creating for him and the power that it brought as she swiped her tongue around the head before sucking his cock back into her mouth. She felt a tightening deep down his shaft and suspected that he was close to coming as he tapped her head in warning to lift off. Desire and curiosity overwhelmed her as she sped up, sucking harder as she continued to stroke his shaft.

Sweat trickled down his body as he fought the urge to come. He didn’t want her to be put off her first time. He clenched his stomach as the sensations began to overwhelm him. Looking down at her, he was surprised to see her watching him and the look of intensity of her face was too much as he arched his hips up against her mouth, forcing her to take more of him in as he came. She instinctively began to swallow as he came, the muscles in her throat milking his cock as he groaned. His body shook with the intensity of his orgasm as she continued to suck and stroke his cock.

When he was spent, he reached for her arms and dragged her up onto his chest where she tumbled against him. Lifting her head, he kissed her deeply as he tasted the results of his passion on her tongue. He groaned and held her tightly to him as he stroked her back. His skin was slick with sweat as her nipples rubbed against the roughness of his scars along his torso.