Remembering how it felt to have my hand inside Tatiana’s panties, it took me a minute to answer him. “No. That will never happen. I shouldn’t have slept with her cousin.”
“Ljubica, in the Assassins division?” Konstantin asked.
“Yes, they tell each other everything,” I said. “Dragana already offered me a threesome with her and Ljubica.”
“And you said no?” Konstantin’s sitting up now and clearly outraged.
“You’d sleep with Dragana and her cat and would count it as a threesome, wouldn’t you?” I’m laughing and it’s just enraging him more.
“I've had plenty of threesomes, you asshole!” he snaps.
“Yeah? Were you the meat in a sandwich last night?” I goad him. I know he wasn’t. He fought with Mariya behind the lighthouse and then the two of them disappeared for the rest of the night. Is he going to admit that he is finally fucking his Bratva intended?
A muscle flexes in his jaw. “No. And you’re not going to distract me. Who were you with? It’s not like you to be so secretive.”
“I didn’t know we were going to do each other’s hair and makeup and talk about crushes,” I said, walking to my bedroom and pulling off my shirt. I throw it at the laundry basket and it lands inside perfectly. With a sigh, I hook a couple of Kon’s shirts lying right next to the goddamn basket on the floor and throw them in, too.
“You’re not turning back into a grumpy asshole again, are you?” he asks, “Because I almost killed you six times during our Freshman year.”
“I was the only reason you got laid Freshman year. I’d charm them and then pass them on to you.”
“Fuck you, Lucca. Have you been taking too many punches to the head? It was definitely the other way around, ty mudak!” Konstantin throws his shoe at my head and I bat it away.
“For real though,” I said, “are you and Mariya okay? If you keep this shit up, you will convince her that you hate her. We both know this is an act, brother.”
“We got into it last night,” he says, running his hand through his short blond hair, making it stick up in uneven spikes. “She was dancing with Cox, the sleazy prick.”
“Unless they were fucking on the dance floor, what’s the problem?” I asked. “You know she’s not going to let anyone else touch her and let’s be honest, I know you haven’t been with anyone since she was admitted to the Academy.”
“I’m not going to dishonor her by having sex with someone when she’s right here,” he snapped, “but damn it, I thought I’d have more time.”
“Brother, the tension between you and Mariya is painfully obvious,” I said. “You don’t have to wait until you’re married, for fuck’s sake. Just do it. You’ll be a lot more pleasant to live with once you let off some steam and stop being so paranoid and controlling.”
Konstantin is as tall as I am, with muscles honed from years of sports and combat lessons. So, when he leaps up and stalks over to me, I have to stop myself from clenching my fists, instantly ready to take the first punch.
“Do you know what Maksim Morozov would do to me if I slept with his sister before the wedding? Do you know what my otets would do?”
“Yeah, because you two will be the first arranged Bratva couple in history who slept together before the ceremony,” I scoff, rubbing my eyes. The lack of sleep from last night is catching up with me. “If it’s what you both want and you manage not to knock her up before you’re married, what’s the problem?”
He puts his hands on top of his head, walking in a circle around the room. “I… I can’t. I can’t do that.”
Patting his shoulder, I head for my room again. “I know you’re conflicted as hell about this, but we’ve got two years left here. Are you really going to spend the next twenty-four months yelling at your fiancée, beating the shit out of anyone who looks at her and ending up with the worst case of blue balls in history? Think about it. Maybe talk to Mariya. Not yell. Talk.”
Pausing in my doorway, I look back at him. The Konstantin I know is always quick with his decisions and so certain about them. This indecisive shit is going to make him a nightmare until he decides to take his thumb out of his ass and court Mariya.
Getting into my shower, I groan with relief as the hot water hits my back. Working up Kon like that guaranteed he’d be too distracted to insist on asking about my night. I’m not ready to talk about what happened with Tatiana. I don’t even know why I did it. She was pressed against me, so warm and soft. So worried about Mariya. The feel of her skin as I slid my hand into her pants…
Bracing one hand against the tile wall, I take my cock in the other and begin to stroke it, thumb flicking over the piercing on the head. The thought of how it would feel to rub the metal over her G spot and feel her pussy tighten around me like it did last night… Fottere, fuck! When she came, she was so slick… I grip myself tighter. The grip of her virgin cunt on my cock would be…
Stifling my growl, I come, still thinking of being buried inside her pretty pussy. Rinsing off, I rub my face.
What the fuck was I thinking?
This is Tatiana Aslanova. A sweet virgin Bratva princess. Worse, she trusts me, I can see it. I have no fucking business putting my hands on her. Professor Zimmerman is testing her new skills on Monday, it will be easier then. I can keep my distance. Bringing my fingertips to my nose, I swear I can still catch a fleeting scent of her.
I turn the shower knob to as cold as it can go.
Chapter Eleven
In which Tatiana and Lucca spar. A lot.
James Bay, Alesso - Chasing Stars
Tatiana…
What the hell did I just do?
Changing into some sleep shorts, the memory keeps repeating in vivid detail. We’re kissing like kids, sweet and soft, and then suddenly Lucca’s hand is cupping my center and he’s making me come and it’s incredible and I am such a durak, such a fool! Back in Vancouver I never progressed further than a quick above-the-neck makeout session with a guy from my Economics class and now, I jumped right into getting fingered into an orgasm with his hand on my mouth?
Worse, I loved it. I want more.
I hear Athena come in, stomping around the main room and then, the low murmur of a man and a drunken chuckle. Oh, please go into your room, I groan silently, please don’t make me hear this. Not tonight.
Thankfully, her bedroom door slams but it’s not enough. My roommate is a screamer. She ramps up quickly and extends far beyond what is surely normal.
Putting my pillow over my head, I try to block out her wailing, “Yes Christos, like that! Just like that!”
Probably Christos Gataki. He’s in my Bitcoin and bank fraud class. Sort of a lumbering, hulking kind of guy but pleasant enough. Also, apparently blessed with impressive stamina because they are not finished.
“Yes! Just like that, you panémorfo gamiméno, you gorgeous fucker!”
“Please let it stop,” I moan.
Even though Athena’s orgasmic screaming didn’t stop until she kicked Christos out at around 4 a.m., I still wake up when the sun rises. After staring at the ceiling for a while, I drag myself out of bed to put on some leggings and a fleece-lined hoodie. I may as well go for a run before my training with Lucca.
My fingers get tangled in my shoelaces as I ponder that. Will he pretend it never happened? Will he throw me down on the mat and give me a replay? What the hell was wrong with me for hoping it’s the second option?