Page 38 of Lord of the Underworld

"Did you find the man who put them up?"

"No, I've assigned three men to patrol the grounds and extend into the woods with instructions to take anyone who comes back for the cameras. I know you'd want to question them."

"You are correct," I say. "Trace the trail cameras to the manufacturer."

"And that could lead us to whoever bought them," he finishes. "Of course. I am sorry to have missed your wedding." There's sincere regret in his voice.

"As am I." I'm surprised to hear the regret clear in my tone, as well. “Masha and the baby?"

"Both doing well," he says with pride. Ivan was married two years ago to a lovely girl he met in a coffee shop in Kiev. They have a baby, Lina, who always reaches her arms out to me to hold her whenever Masha brings her by.

Proving the child has terrible judgement.

"Anything else to report?" I ask.

"I'll keep an eye on the activity around your wife's former residence. As for the business, it is smooth sailing. Which, given our dour, Russian roots, we know this means something terrible is bound to strike at any moment," he says cheerfully.

I am not superstitious. But I know the odds. Everything has to run too smoothly.

"Good night," I say.

"Goodnight, Boss."

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Oksana's movement as she turns over from her usual curled-up position to lying flat on her back. One arm is over her head, the other resting on her stomach. She's kicked off most of the bedding. One long leg is bare, her knee slightly bent and that useless little slip sliding down her thigh to show a pair of sheer white panties.

I come back inside, absently wiping the blood from the cut on my finger on my tux trousers.

Oksana draws in a long, slow breath and lets it out with a little sigh at the end. Her hands move to her stomach, fingers twitching a bit. Her thighs squeeze together and there's another sigh.

"Yes," she whispers, just a breath of sound. "Like that."

My cock is immediately and painfully hard. Who is she dreaming of? If it's someone else, I'm going to fucking decapitate them. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I freeze as her eyelids flutter, then she relaxes again.

"So much better," she moans. Her fingers move under the little silk slip and rest on the hem of her panties before they twitch, sliding under and I see the first wet spot on the light silk and I have to grip my cock and squeeze.

My bedroom is always kept cool, but there's a light film of perspiration on her cheeks and the smooth slope of her breasts. I use my tongue, the lightest nudge, pushing the silk away from her nipple and take one in my mouth, circling the stiffened little bud with my tongue. Ah, now her hips are moving, circling restlessly and her fingers, clumsy in sleep, try to find her clit. When they rise a bit, I help her by pulling her undies down and off so her hand can push between her wet lips.

The sight is delicious and unbearable at the same time, watching her thighs tighten, trying to find the right friction and the first glint of her slick fingers, stroking along the slim furrow between her legs. My self-control snaps.

Lowering my mouth over her pussy, I puff a breath of hot air over it and grin as she sucks in a breath so fast, she coughs. Her fingers pause and my tongue slides lazily over them, tasting her, groaning silently. It's something I'll never get tired of. I flatten my tongue, stroking up from her opening to her clitoris and circling it before putting it carefully between my lips.

There's a startled little cry, and I pause until her breathing evens out and her hips lift again, pushing herself against my tongue. I circle her clit and stop as her breathing speeds up, then circle it again, tortuously slow before I carefully suck the swollen bud between my lips.

Oksana's hand mindlessly slaps my back as I pull her clit gently. She's wet enough now that her thighs are slick, so are my lips and nose. When I brush my stubbled chin against her pussy, her thighs snap together, holding me there.

"So demanding, moy svet, my light," I barely whisper, my lips saying the words against her painfully sensitive cunt. I give her silky folds one last, long lick before I move up the bed, leaning on my elbow to watch my other hand move to her center, my thumb brushing her softly as I slide one finger inside her.

Fuck, it's killing me to be this close and not inside her. My cock's rubbing painfully against the zipper of my tuxedo pants, but this is for my wife tonight. Just one finger and her eyelids flutter and I stop, only to the first knuckle, but now her back arches, pushing down and she slides my finger all the way inside her.

"Like that," I whisper in her ear. "Push against my hand. Be greedy."

She's so close now, one hand twisting the sheets and the other lands on my wrist, pushing on it and when I slide a second finger inside her and curl them against that tender little spot, my Oksana freezes first, and then dissolves luxuriously, moaning, trembling and I grin as her nails dig into my wrist.

Her eyes fly open, fully aware now, but she's coming so hard that she can't stop, one wave crashing over her, and then the next as her cunt tightens down on my fingers. I couldn't pull them from her, even if I wanted to. When I press my thumb down on her clit, she detonates. Not sweet and melting like the first orgasm, this one slams into her, making her legs shake and she stares at me through it all, mouth open in a perfect little 'o,' shocked, but not angry.

Now, she speaks and it's one sentence.

"It was you."