Where the Snow Falls (Seasons of Betrayal Book 2) (9 page)

Violet fell into a slow rhythm, one that made his hands tighten on her body. That wasn’t good enough for him. He wanted her mindless—he wanted her fucking begging him to fuck her harder.

He knew what she needed better than she even did.

Wrapping his fist in her hair, he tugged her forward until he was just an inch from her mouth. “Are you going to come on my cock, Violet? Is that what you want?”

She couldn’t give him the response he wanted, not when she could barely catch her breath, each one hitching in her throat.

“You come so fucking easily, don’t you? God, fuck yourself on my cock.”

Kaz didn’t really need to tell her, not with the way her hips shifted forward, all rhythm lost as she chased an orgasm only he could give her.

Those fucking moans … the way she lost her breath between pleas—he was about to fucking explode.

But before he lost himself in the sensation, he splayed a hand over her stomach, dragging it down until he could get his thumb against her clit and rub.

He didn’t make her beg for this one because she was too close to the fucking edge. When she finally broke apart, his name echoing off the walls, whatever thin thread of control he had left snapped.

Jerking her beneath him, keeping her legs tight around his waist, he shoved his hips forward, and a breath exploded from him as he began to fuck her harder; the hands he had grasping her thighs squeezed so tight, he knew there would be bruises.

That first shuddering wave of her coming had nearly forced his to the surface, but he had managed to drag it back. But now, as he felt her pussy clamping tightly around him again, he didn’t fight it. He gave himself over to it, thrusting hard before emptying inside her.

As his senses came back, and he became aware of the droplets of sweat dripping down his back, he felt at ease in a way he hadn’t felt in a while.

Three days to be exact.

Kissing the corner of her mouth, he said, “Once a day from now on, hmm?”

Her answering smile made him chuckle, but when she said, “Twice a day and I’m yours,” it made his cock jerk all over again.

Violet sank a little deeper under the hot, bubbly water. With her eyes closed, the vanilla scented bubble bath soaked into her senses, relaxing her further.

Happiness chased bliss through her bloodstream.

From the side, she heard Kaz chuckle.

Violet didn’t even open her eyes as she asked, “What are you laughing about?”

“You—smiling for no particular reason.”

“I’m smiling because I’m happy.”

“Ah, I see.” His palm curved her jaw, his thumb sweeping her cheekbone. She tilted her head, letting it rest in his hand. “That is a good reason to smile then.”

“I thought so.”

“Are you almost ready to get out?” he asked.

Violet hummed a soft, “No.”

Kaz’s amused chuckles echoed in the bathroom all over again. “You’re going to be a prune, Violet.”

“So?”

Maybe she had been in the bath for a little while.

But maybe Kaz had been encouraging her with the way he kept draining the water and putting more bubbles in when he refilled it.

In a way, it was sort of his fault.

“
Krasivaya
…”

“Hmm?” she asked, smiling when she felt his thumb stroke closer to the corner of her mouth.

“If you get out now, we can order from that place you like before they close at midnight. Late supper.”

“Not hungry.”

“Liar.”

Violet gave his palm a kiss and then settled her cheek back into his hand. “I’m not, honestly. You should stop worrying about me. I know that’s what you’re doing. Right now, I am happy, Kaz. I am fine. Everything is …”

Great.

Perfect.

Wonderful
.

“As it should be,” Violet settled on saying.

When she was with Kaz, everything was always exactly as it should be.

“I won’t deny the worrying,” Kaz murmured, “but, perhaps, I’d like to have you out of the bath, dried, and underneath me again. You did say twice a day, no?”

Violet opened her mouth to respond, but her words failed when she heard the gentle splash of his hand as it dipped below the water and landed right between her thighs. Her air caught hard in her chest when his other hand moved from her cheek to high on her throat, his thumb pressing against her lips.

Her eyes flew wide open as his fingers stroked her under the water, two pressing deep, curling upward in just the right spot while his thumb flicked up to press hard against her sensitive clit.

Slow.

Steady.

Insistent.

Knowingly.

The pad of Kaz’s thumb muffled Violet’s moan as she found him watching her, so interested, always curious. It was almost as if he loved to watch all the sounds fall from her lips. Like it was his favorite thing next to making her scream.

Kaz arched a single brow, his lips curving into a smirk as he watched her. Violet’s movements were involuntary—she pushed her hips into his hand with every thrust, making the water slosh around the sides of the tub.

“You’re beautiful when you come, Violet,” he said quietly.

He was, too.

She didn't think he realized it, but he was the most natural at that moment.

She loved it.

“Come on, give it to me, and then I can get you in bed like I want you,” Kaz said.

Violet’s teeth caught her bottom lip as the first sparks of bliss started dancing across her skin. Kaz wasn’t having that, as his thumb pulled her lip free and then swept over the wet, red flesh.

“I might even let you get on your knees again and watch you lick me clean, Violet …”

Another stroke of his fingers, dragging across that spot again and he was making her see stars, his words dark and heady in her ear, and his thumb sinking into her mouth, promising to fill it, too … and she was gone.

Violet felt his hand leave her throat and wind up in the hair that she had piled on the top of her head. Kaz pulled her head to the side as she shook and panted her way through an orgasm that seemed to sweep over her slowly, and he leaned over the side of the tub to kiss her hard.

The cloying sensations weren’t even gone entirely before he was pulling away, his hands leaving her body and her hair. He hit the plug, making the water drain, and reached behind him for the towel he already had waiting there.

Violet would have helped—stood up, dried herself, or something.

Kaz pulled her out of the water without a word, setting her on the edge of the tub with the towel ready. He kissed her again, softer the second time, and his mouth didn’t leave hers as he ran the towel over her trembling form.

She wasn’t cold. That wasn't why she shook.

She was hot as hell, and his tender actions only made it better.

Once Kaz was apparently satisfied that Violet was dry enough, he tossed the towel to the side and scooped her up into his embrace again. For the distance between the master bath and the bed in the attached bedroom, he crossed it quickly.

Violet’s back hit the middle of the bed, and she had just caught sight of Kaz fisting his boxer-briefs and shoving them down before his knees hit the bed and he was moving toward her. His hands met her thighs, spreading her wide enough that her muscles protested, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care when his head dipped down, and his mouth found her sex.

Her thoughts were gone—just like that.

The strike of his tongue.

The nip of his teeth.

The pressure of his fingers digging into her legs.

He teased her right back to the edge of that cliff with his tongue, and then he was pulling her back from it as he lifted his head, shot her a grin, and started kissing a burning path from her pubic bone to the underside of her jaw.

“Next time,” he promised in her ear. “Next time, I’ll make you shake and scream over and over with just my mouth, hmm? Not right now, though.”

Violet’s hands uncurled from the blankets she’d grabbed, one tangling into Kaz’s hair and the other raking down the tattoos on his chest. She loved the way his muscles jumped under her touch, but he never gave a thing away. His expression never changed from that sexy smirk and intense gray stare.

“We’re fine,” she told him.

Violet wasn't even sure why she said it—he hadn’t asked.

She thought that maybe, he needed to hear it. From her.

Again
.

Not just that she was fine, regardless of what had happened, or what was yet to come, but that they were perfectly fine.

Still just Violet and Kaz.

“Fine,” he echoed above her.

Violet felt his hand between their bodies as he readjusted his cock to line up with her wet slit. He dropped down to his elbows, his lips ghosting over her chin and jaw just a breath’s worth of time before he grabbed her hip and thrust forward.

Maybe it was their earlier fucking, and then the orgasm she’d just had, but she felt sensitive to the touch, and it was overwhelming.

It didn’t hurt, but she felt every inch of him as he filled her.

Kaz let out a low curse, his head falling forward to rest against her chest. She could feel it in the muscles of his back—how he strained to keep still for just that brief moment.

Violet didn’t need or want him to be still.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, tugging on the strands of his hair.

Kaz’s grin grew against her skin. “Wait a second,
krasivaya
.”

She dragged her nails down across his shoulder.

He sucked in a hiss of air.

Apparently, that was all he needed. Violet arched off the bed as Kaz pulled out, and just as fast, he pushed right back in, the force moving them farther up the bed.

His arm wrapped around her back, holding tight. She barely got his name out of her mouth before his teeth found the cord in her neck and bit down hard enough to leave one of his marks behind.

Another one, she knew.

He just kept adding more.

But Violet really didn’t mind.

Every pull came faster, and every stroke came deeper.

Through the haze, she heard him say, “Love you.”

Violet figured the rest really didn’t matter as long as he kept saying those words.

“Love you.”

Nothing captured one’s attention quite like the sight of a man hanging from the ceiling by his ankles, but as Kaz entered the warehouse—Kolya had texted him an address nearly an hour ago—his gaze immediately went to the Italian from the car wreck as he swung like a pendulum.

Though a cloth was stuffed in his mouth, he screamed what sounded like a plea the moment his wild gaze locked on Kaz, but the words were lost beneath his gag.

“I think he’s trying to say something,” Konstantin said from his spot in a chair across the room, gesturing at the man with his cigarette.

“Then he can wait.”

“What’s the fucking point if we can’t hear them speak?” Konstantin asked, taking a drag of his cigarette. “Then we’re torturing—at least torturing whatever the hell is left of him—just to do it.”

“That’s because you lack patience. Sure, you can get a man to tell you things before you start—but who fucking knows how legit that information is. No, you get a little of the torture out of the way”—Kolya punctuated this by picking up a scalpel, and running the sharpened blade over the man’s stomach, red welling in its wake— “and he’ll tell you everything he knows.”

Ripping the man’s gag out, Kolya tossed the cloth on the table and took a step back, folding massive arms across his chest as he glared over at Kaz. “About fucking time. I’m sure we would all like to be buried in pussy, yet here we are. Waiting on you.”

“Then learn not to yell at your wife.”

Kaz had expected Kolya to lash out, but the man merely shrugged, as if to say
fair enough
.

Turning his attention to the Italian, Kaz asked, “Who is he?”

“Vito, he said—or whatever the fuck. By the time I got a name out of him, he was barely conscious.”

Shrugging out of his jacket, Kaz tossed the material on a chair as he crossed the distance to Vito, laying a hand on the man’s leg to keep him from swinging further.

“Here’s the thing, Vito,” Kaz said, “You can’t tell me anything I don’t already know. I know Alberto sent you here. I know
why
he did it. So what’s stopping me from giving you over to my friend here?”

Vito’s mouth opened as he attempted to speak, but blood spurted from his mouth as he coughed, trying to clear his airway.

“Take your time,” Konstantin called out from the other side of the room.

“T-There was a m-meeting between Vasily and the boss.”

That was something Kaz had already figured. “Go on.”

“He gave us y-your location.”

Still, not something he didn’t already know, but the man looked like he was about ready to pass out. Before he could, Kaz snatched the bottle of water from Kolya’s hand, splashing the man in the face.

“Pay attention.” Tapping his cheek a few times, Kaz forced his attention on him. “I already know that. Give me something I don’t.”