Vasily's Revenge: The Complete Story (The Medlov Men Book 1) (11 page)

Chapter 10

Medlov Compound

The entire Medlov house was still sleeping, except two. As dawn approached, Lilly grabbed the side of the nightstand, grasping for air and let out another muffled scream.

Slow and steady, he continued, never looking up. He drank from her greedily, soaking up her essence as he fondled her. As he gripped her sides, he pushed his long, nimble tongue into her folds and flicked at her velvety plushness. Crying out in pleasure, she felt the familiar warmness begin to approach as he pulled her further toward the end of the bed.

On his knees by the bed, he focused on pleasing her. Sounds so raw and unnerving came from his efforts that it sent Lilly mad. His fingers stroked her as he lapped at her center, teasing her pearl and fingering her deep. Her body tensed with each evolution, responding to his unspeakable skill, just as he commanded.

Despite her best efforts to keep her climax at bay, she could feel the crescendo of violent waves as they beat against her inner walls. Her toes began to curl and legs began to lock. Arching her back, she felt his large palm push down on her mound and position her just where he wanted her.

It was a passion-filled torture that she happily endured.

Throwing her shapely legs over his shoulders, he moved deeper. With a sharpened tongue, he cut through her, watching her fragile wall begin to crumble. Then suddenly, the violent surge came upon her.

She shot up from the bed, back erect, legs straight, holding tight to his head as he picked her up and sucked at her madly. Unable to control herself, she screamed out and trembled. The orgasm was so spell binding that she felt as though she was floating, when in fact, it was Vasily who held her effortlessly nearly a foot off the bed.

As her body went limp, he placed her back down on the bed, legs splayed wide, inner thighs covered in her own silk. Convulsing, she reached out for him, recognizing for the first time his painfully erect manhood.

She rested back, panting and sweating, looking up at the ceiling and trying to put in words what her body felt, but there were none.

“
Ponravilas' li vam eto?”
he asked, voice deep and sexy.

She could barely speak. “Yes,” she gasped for air. “I enjoyed that very much.”

Before she could regain her composure, he stood up from his kneeling position and rested over her chest to kiss her while slipping his erection into her throbbing sex. Sucking in a fleeting breath, she held him tight.

He looked into her eyes as he took her, enjoying the faces that she made when she was in ecstasy. His movements were slow this time, certain that she had to be reaching exhaustion after their marathon sex session.

Still, neither one of them could get enough. For the last seven days, after Dylan was put to bed, they had snuck off to his room to enjoy what they had been denied for over eight years.

They held on to every moment, never missed an opportunity to be together. When he wasn’t working, he was with her and Dylan. When they were away, they thought of each other. In just a short period of time, the connection had grown so strong between them until it was justifiable scary.

She held on to his back, nails digging into his skin as he hovered over her. With his hand on her hips, he pushed deeper and deeper into the plush velvet of her skin, feeling his own climax slowly approaching. His mouth parted as he ran a hand down her smooth stomach, planting a palm at the top of her mound to hold her into position.

Lilly could see it in his eyes, though he tried to fight it back. He was on the verge and so was she, yet again.

Planting an arm beside her, he lifted her thigh and planted his feet, quietly tensing to volcanic explosion. His movements became faster and harder. Pulling her closer to the end of the bed by her hips, his head flung back and he let out a growl that shook the walls.

His satisfaction made her smile. She loved to please him, couldn’t get enough of feeling him inside of her or watching his amazing, rock-hard body.

Pulling slowly out of her, they separated but only to crawl into the bed. She pushed her back up into the curve of his chest and rested her head on his pillow. Breathing hard, he threw a large arm protectively over her and kissed the crown of her head.

“
Spasiba
” he said, out of breath. He closed his eyes and began to drift off for a second.

“You’re welcome,” she giggled. Looking at the alarm clock, she raised a brow. “You’re not going to get any rest before you have to be up.”

Pushing his hips up to her bottom, he sighed. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

As the sun slowly crept upon the horizon Lilly felt her heart drop. She didn’t want to leave him. “I guess that I should get up and get to my bed before Dylan wakes up.”

Vasily’s eyes flashed open. He didn’t want her to go, but he understood. “Da,” he answered flatly. “In a minute. Just stay here with me for a little while longer.”

His request made her smile again, this time gratefully. Slowly, he was opening up, not about himself, but at least about how he felt towards her and Dylan. She only prayed that this entire, very temporary situation, was not giving her false hope. Neither one of them had broached the conversation about where this would lead. It seemed too premature considering no one knew where Leo was or what the final verdict of the situation would be. Or at least, she didn’t. He’d promised her that when the time was right, he would repay Leo with the same courtesy that he’d given him 10 years ago.

Vasily’s revenge is what she often referred to it as, that chance to make the things right that went wrong that night that he was shot. Lilly only hoped that his revenge wouldn’t take him away from her again.

Feeling the ebb and flow of his deep breaths and warmth radiating from his body as he drifted off to sleep, she closed her eyes involuntarily and let their rhythms sync.

***

When Dylan woke up in the bed alone, he wasn’t at all afraid. The sun was shining bright, and it was already seven o’clock in the morning, which meant breakfast would be served soon.

Grabbing the remote, he turned on the television and put it on Cartoon Network while he slid off the large pillow-top bed and made his way to the bathroom to change out of his Spiderman pajamas, get dressed, and brush his teeth.

All dressed and ready a few minutes later, he headed out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him, and excited about getting downstairs to see Anya. Today, they were playing pirates, and he was going to be Blackbeard.

As he passed Vasily’s room, he had a thought
. Maybe he could see if Vasily had a patch that he could put over his eye
, since Royal had already given them a box full of fake jewelry to serve as their booty.

Going to the door, he twisted the knob but found it locked. Odd. Vasily never locked his door. He knocked on it lightly and pressed his ear to the door.

“Vasily,” Dylan called out. His raspy voice echoed down the hall. “Are you in there?”

He knocked again, this time harder.

Lilly, still wrapped in Vasily’s embrace, suddenly popped up, drenched in sweat and heart beating fast. Looking at the alarm clock, she shook him as hard as she could. “Vasily.
Vasily
, wake up. You’re late.”

Cracking his eyes open slightly; he looked up at Lilly naked and frantic and grabbed her by her hips. “Shh… it’s okay. I’m getting up,” he said in a groggy baritone. Immediately, his steely erection began to grow.

“No,” Lilly protested. She shook him again. “Wake up. It’s 7:00. You’re late.” She picked up the alarm clock and put it in front of his face.

Squinting his eyes, Vasily growled. “Shit,” he said, sitting up.

When Dylan heard his Mom, he knocked harder. “Mom!” he called out. “Are you in there?”

Lilly bounced off the side of the bed and grabbed her clothes from off the floor. “Yes, honey. I’ll be out in a minute,” she called out in the sweetest tone that she could manage. Dressing as fast as she could, she whispered to Vasily, “How am I going to explain this?”

“Tell him the truth,” Vasily said, slipping on his gym shorts.

“Which part? That you’re his father or that we’re seeing each other?” She let the words slip out of her mouth before she had time to craft them.

“Wait. We’re seeing each other?” he asked, slipping a white cotton t-shirt. He closed the dresser drawer and looked back at her for a response.

The question stunned Lilly. Mouth flying wide open, she swallowed down a caught breath. Fearing she would stutter if she spoke, she said nothing at all.

Vasily couldn’t help but smile. Casually, he walked over to her and kissed her on the crown of the head. “What’s the matter? You don’t know when I’m joking?”

She had to literally hide her exhalation. “No,” she said, blinking hard. “I don’t know when you’re joking. You’ve never joked. Not since the day that I met you.”

“I joke from time to time,” he said with a shrug.

“Like once a decade?” she asked with a faux-frown on her face.

“I’m a funny man. People think I have a wonderful sense of humor,” he defended.

“What people? Do you joke with them right before you shoot them so there are no witnesses?”

Even he had to laugh at that.

“I promise you that I’ll tell a joke the next time that I kill someone. It might help lighten the mood.”

He walked over to the door and waited for her to make sure that she was fully dressed before he opened it.

Seeing that she was as ready as she would be, he opened the door and looked down at his son, who was waiting patiently. “You’re up early,” Vasily said, motioning for him to come in.

“I’ve got plans with Anya,” he said as he strode in. He looked around suspiciously. “Mom, did you spend the night in here?”

Lilly sat on the end of the bed. “Um… ” she looked over at Vasily. “Mommy, stayed up all night talking to Vasily,” she lied. “We talked in here so that we wouldn’t wake you.”

Dylan didn’t seem the least bit bothered by the idea. He did, however, correct her. “Vasily said that I shouldn’t call you
Mommy
anymore, just Mom. He said that big boys don’t use that word. And I’m a big boy,” Dylan explained, trying to seem as mature as his 70 lbs. would allow him to be.

Vasily smirked.

“Really?” she frowned. “Well, I’m sort of partial to Mommy.”

He turned to his father. “What now? She likes Mommy.”

Despite the small confrontation going on, Lilly couldn’t help but stop and admire the two standing in front of her. Dylan looked so much like Vasily. Their stances gave them away. Both of them crossed their arms across their chests when they talked, and they both made the same facial expressions though they had not been around each other at all. Plus, more and more, she could see the connection happening between Vasily and Dylan all on its own. She didn’t have to push it. It was just happening naturally.

After work, Vasily always found his way to where Dylan was so that he could talk to him. They had an hour-long conversations about nothing. It seemed that Vasily was trying to soak up as much as he could learn from his son, and she didn’t blame him. It was horrible that she had to keep him away from Dylan for so many years, but she was also glad that he understood.

Her mind drifted off to what it would have been like to have been able to raise Dylan with Vasily, while the two stood in front of her discussing the wording of her title. And in truth, she was in bliss.

“Mom,” Dylan said, turning to Lilly.

She snapped back into reality, concluding that
Mom
was here to stay and
Mommy
would be retired, at least until thunderstorms and nightmares came up.

“Yes, baby,” she said, reaching out for him.

He walked over and slipped between her legs and wrapped his arms around her back. Resting his head in her bosom, he hugged her. “Are you coming down for breakfast? I’m hungry and like I said, Anya and I have plans. We’re playing pirates today.”

“Pirates? Sounds like fun,” she said, standing up. Pulling down her wrinkled t-shirt, she tried to behave as though nothing had happened the night before with Vasily. “I’ll just go and jump in the shower. And then the two of us can go to breakfast. How about that?”

“I can meet you down there,” Dylan countered. “You and Vasily can come down together. I’m already ready. I brushed my teeth and everything.”

“Is that okay?” Lilly asked Vasily.

“He’ll be fine,” Vasily said, headed toward the restroom. “Stop coddling him so much. He’s a big boy. If he wants to go have breakfast, let him go. He’s eight years old. At eight, I had a job.”

“He’s not you,” she said, rubbing through his hair. “And we are in someone else’s house.”

“This hardly qualifies as just a house. It’s more like a hotel,” Vasily joked again. “He’s fine,” he said finally. “He’s family. If there is some place that he’s not supposed to go, he won’t be able to get into that room. That’s why they make locks for doors.”

“Do you have an eye patch, Vasily?” Dylan asked, ignoring his mother. “I’m going to be Blackbeard.” He followed his father into the restroom and stood at the counter.