The Life by Bethany-Kris Page A

her senses with the sweet bite of the pain chasing behind. She thought he would release his hold and remove his mouth, but Anton didn’t. Instead, his thumb was replaced by two fingers, curling up into the walls of her pussy to seek and find that fleshy spot that would have her shaking as tart smelling fluid soaked his hand further.
    With her body burning with the aftershocks of one orgasm, she didn’t think she could work up to another one without taking a pause first. But her fingers tightened their grip on his hair as her heart skipped a beat, feeling him press a little harder on her g-spot as his fingers thrust inside her pussy once more. Trembling and weak, she shook her head frantically, the oddest sensations travelling from her sex to her midsection.
    “Anton, I can’t —”
    It was only then that he spoke, all dark and husky in the quiet room. “Fucking right you can.”
    Sure enough, with his mouth back on her sex, his tongue joining the assault on her clit once more, Viviana was lost. Coming hard and fast, her head fell back as she blew through a second orgasm that ached just as much as it relieved.
    Painfully slow, Anton was crawling back up the bed again, over her body. Her trembling hands pulled at his shirt to remove the offending fabric. Viviana wanted him closer, his muscled frame covering hers, and their skin pressed together.
    She wanted to feel them .
    “Please …”
    “Shh.” He soothed away her trembling, kissing her jaw as his hand cradled the side of her cheek. “Breathe, baby.”
    The wetness of her arousal on his thumb grazed the apple of her cheek and she caught the digit as it came closer to her mouth. The tartly sweet fluid swept along her bottom lip. Viviana calmed as their gazes met.
    “I always will, Anton.”
    “What’s that?” he asked, leaning down to brush his nose against hers.
    “Defend you.”
    As his eyes flicked away from hers, Anton murmured, “I know.”
    “It’s not honor,” she said quieter. “It’s love .”
    “Yeah, I know that, too.”

 
    Chapter Four
     
    “Why on earth am I here?” Erik asked, not bothering to hide the disdain in his voice.
    Anton didn’t pay any mind. Where Ivan’s job in their business where the boss was concerned was an obvious one, Erik’s was a little more complicated. Known for his ability to talk himself through any situation, the man could get close to anyone, find their weaknesses, and play them like dice. He also had personal access to the Bratva’s money for even more complicated reasons.
    Enticements that were. Or bribes, as some preferred.
    Erik whined his impatience. “Anton.”
    Anton shot the older man a look to silence him. “To do your job.”
    “In a gym ?”
    “Does it really fucking matter where you have to do it?”
    Erik said nothing as Anton hit the speed button on the treadmill he was currently jogging on. Turning it to go faster, he kept up the speed easily. There was nothing like getting out some aggression through a decent run.
    Usually he’d work out in his basement, but Anton had a need for being at this particular gym today. He also had a need for Erik being there. That reason just happened to be thirty feet away doing stretches against a wall lined with mirrors.
    Tall and curvy, with her red hair pulled back into a high ponytail, the woman was pretty. Vanessa Macey didn’t lack attention in the male department if the way some of the men’s eyes in the room were following her were any indication. It took Anton all of two days to get the information he needed on the girl, and now he was going to use it.
    Tugging up the hood on his hoodie, Anton hid his face. “Go find something to do,” he told Erik.
    The older gentleman cursed under his breath. “Like what?”
    “It’s a gym, Erik, you figure it out.”
    “Do I look like I’m dressed for this shit?” Erik asked sarcastically. Anton had to admit his Obshchak appeared completely out of place standing in a suit that likely cost more than