LEV PETROV (Wild Men Series #3) Book 2

Chapter 12 Part 1

LEV



WARMTH like no other enveloped me. Humina ba ang AC? Or, is this still part of a dream. But if I'm in a freaking dream, ba't may kung anong tumutusok sa mukha ko? Buhok ba iyong nasa bibig ko?

Groaning, I opened my eyes. Damn, is this real? Ilang beses akong kumurap saka kinusot ang mga mata. I'm living in one of those 'pinch me' moment. Nanalo ba ako sa lotto para magising nang yakap-yakap si Bree?

Jesus! Is this is what heaven feels like? If yes, magsisimula na kong maging mabuting tao.

Napangiti ako sa kagaguhan, matiim na pinagmasdan ang asawa.

Bree's back is pressed against my front. Naka-unan siya sa braso ko, my right leg was thrown over her slim body while my right arm was hugging her tightly. We’re a tangle of limbs on top of the queen size bed. Mahihiya ultimo hangin na dumaan sa pagitan naming dalawa.

Smirking, I reached out my hand and pulled the single errant lock of brown hair that was sitting on Bree's face. Warmth spreading through my body like wildfire. Half part of me wants to wake her up and f**k her, but the other half part wants to freeze the time. To bottle this scene because for once, hindi kami nagbabangayang dalawa. Most importantly, she's not flinching with my touch.

I made a mental note to call Jake's friend's psychologist later to ask about my wife's case.

"God, I missed you so mich, kiska.” Kinuntilan ko ng halik ang gilid ng tainga n’ya.

My need for her can wait. I will not force her to do anything. So yes, this dry spell of mine will probably go on for weeks. I'll live.

I chewed on my lips as I dragged my gaze to my wife's sleeping form. Her face is a picture of bliss. Bawat paghinga niya, nagsasalubong ang mga makakapal at perpekto niyang kilay. Her long lashes were kissing her cheeks. And when my eyes drifted down to her bottom lip, it was sticking out.

"Tang'nag mukha 'to. Ubod ng ganda. Nakakabaliw." I said quietly as a contented sigh escaped my mouth.

Then, my eyes landed on the big pillow that she was hugging now. Pwede bang maging unan na lang ako? Puta. Tigang na talaga ako kung ano-ano nang pumapasok sa utak ko.

My arms tightened against her, pulling Bree closer. My hard-as-iron c**k was poking her back. Pumikit ako, marahas na napabuga ng hangin. I could feel the precum staining my sweatpants.

"Christ! Tatagan mo ang loob mo, Lev the second," parang baliw na bulong ko sa sarili, pasimpleng nagha-hump sa likod ng asawa.

Bree seemed to enjoyed my ministritations. The damn little devil in my arms, stirred, at isiniksik pang lalo ang katawan sa akin. Taragis na parusa 'to, oo.

Subalit napalis ang ngiti ko nang maalaa ang nadatnan kagabi. Bree was sleeping on the freaking en suite kahit pa sinabi kong sa master's siya matutulog. Sa kama namin. Kaya kahit alam kong magkakaroon na naman ng giyera dito sa bahay, natulog ako sa tabi n’ya. Consequences be damned.

I hummed, burying my face in the crook of her neck. I’m freaking basking on her scent and the peace of her presence. Pinuno ko ang baga ng amoy ni Bree. Vanilla and a hint of jasmine. My favorite potion. So freaking intoxicating.

When she unconciously wiggle, bahagya akong lumayo. Ayoko pa s'yang magising because I want to savor this rarity that we have. Itinukod ko ang kanang kaliwang kamay sa kama't ipinatong ang ulo ko roon. Matiim na pinagmasdan si Bree. Napangiti ako't wala sa loob na ikinambiyo pakanan ang naghuhumindig at nagmamarakulyo kong alaga.

While everyone else was wearing sexy and skimpy lingerie, my Bree opted for a white large shirt and an oversized pajama that could fit two people her size. It's ordinary. Casual. But there's something so f*****g hot about Bree's unapologetic style. Her body is built for sin kaya kahit diyaryo pa ang ibalot niya sa katawan n'ya, my c**k will always go hard for her.

Sighing, I planted small, light kisses on top of her head and temple. Humigpit ang kanang palad kong nasa waistband ng pajama niya. Then, carefully I slide my palm inside. Napigil ko ang hininga nang dumampi ang palad ko sa balat niya. Marahang dumadama pababa hanggang sa huminto iyon sa pakay ko. Her bare p***y.

No freaking panties, of course!

A savage smile spread across my lips as I stared down at my wife. I can't wait to unleash the inner tiger in her. A frisson of excitement engulfed me as I slowly pulled down the waistband of the irritating pajama she was wearing. It was sitting below her round butt, giving me the perfect view. Gigil na pinisil ko ang matambok niyang puwet. Mahinang umungol si Bree, kumislot. I waited with bated breath as my wife slowly move. Napangiti ako nang tumihaya siya, hindi man lang nagising sa kapangahasan ko. She's sleeping like a baby. Rinig ko pang mahinang paghilik niya.

Jesus! Kahit yata bombahin ngayon ang buong mansiyon, hindi magigising ang isang 'to.

Bumaba ang mga mata ko sa kaselanan n'ya. Nanuyo ang lalamunan ko. Sunod-sunod ang murang pinakawalan ko nang sapuhin ko iyon. For a moment, I let my right palm rest on top of her cunt. I'm shaking and breathing harshly.

I gulped. Then slowly, I moved my fingers. Hinawi ko ang hiwa niya. I strummed my fingers on Bree's c**t, expertly playing it. The whole time my gaze never leaves my wife's face. A small v formed between her eyebrows but her eyes remained closed.

So, I unleash the p*****t monster in me. I flick her nub, Bree moans in her sleep and she's wet. Unadultarated lust consumed me. I could feel the blood that's coursing through my vein turned into liquid fire and my c**k a f*****g steel.

My chest rumbles and a low guttural sound escaped my throat as I bent down, mataktika kong inalis ang unan na nasa mga hita ni Bree. I blinked, my breath was lodged in my throat as I stare at Bree's p***y. It's shaved, pink, weeping, and perfect.

"Just a peak. . . a taste."

This may be an all-time low for me but damn my middle name is crass. I bent down some more. My nose is practically resting on top of her p***y, sniffing her scent. I growl and move to peppering kisses to her hip bone, her inner thigh down to the apex of her s*x.

Fuck me.

I smile against her p***y, pleased. I closed my eyes, darted my tongue, and slowly licked her slit.

Sweet Mary, Jesus, and Joseph. It's f*****g sweet!

Desire was humming inside my body, making my head fuzzy. It’s all I think now, consuming every logical parts of me. Hindi na ako nakunteto pa, I sucked her now nub while pressing the head of my c**k. I gathered my precum and use it as lubricant to stroke my length. Tila ako isang hayup na hayok para sa kabiyak. Eating her while jacking off. Natigilan lang ako nang umungol si Bree at kumislot. Her back arched like a bow, her brows are furrowed.

Is she thinking that this is all a dream?

Mabilis akong huminto. Naghintay ng ilang seugudo kung didilat ba si Bree. Pero mukhang hanggang next year ang antok at pagod ng asawa ko, nag unat lang siya. Mahimbing pa rin ang tulog. I don't know if matutuwa ba ako or maiinsulto. Naiiling na itinaas kong muli ang pajama ni Bree. Then, I licked my fingers clean from my wife's sweet juice.

"f*****g perfect. Crime and torture had been in my blood but nothing could prepare me for the biggest torment. You, baby," I whispered and lightly kissed her lips. My fingers linger on her face, tracing her jawline, her pert and cute button nose before it stopped to the sensual mouth I've been dying to f**k.

Mariin akong pumikit, pinagdikit ang mga noo namin. I grieved her warmth the moment I pulled away and rose to my height. Gustuhin ko mang magbabad pa sa kama, hindi maaari. I am swamped today.

With one last longing look at my wife, I pulled the comforter up until her chin. I grabbed my phone, and fire a quick text to August asking him to put the box I ordered yesterday on top of Bree's vanity table. Also, I instructed him to lock this damn room after Bree woke up. Then I sauntered to the master's bedroom bathroom to take the longest shower in mankind.

Nine minutes and three jack-offs later, I was standing in front of the massive walking closet, and a large towel was covering my body. I'm brooding. The culprit is the disaster zone my wife created. Bree's the most chaotic and unorganized person on this planet. Kalahati ng walk-in closet ang inukopa ng mga damit ni Bree. Kung damit ngang matatawag ang mga iyon.

"Damn. I married a f*****g slob. A hot as f**k slob at that." Nasapo ko ang noo't ilang beses na huminga nang malalim.

Na-trigger ang OCD ko sa tila bagyong pagkakasalansan ni Bree sa mga gamit niya.Nakakumpol ang mga iyon sa kanang part ng cabinet, naghalo ang de kulay at mga puti. While on the left side, naroon ang mga damit ko. Folded and organized according to colors and kind.

I glanced at the wall clock. I still have ten minutes to spare bago ang appointment at therapy session ko with my PT. Judging by Bree's mountain of clothes, I will be late fashionably.

“Hell.” Sighing, I grabbed her clothes. Put it on top of the marble closet islands and I started to fold them. Isinalansan ko ang mga damit ni Bree sa cabinet, organizing them by colors.

Napalatak ako nang tumunog ang cellphone. I hastily finished folding the remaining clothes in front of me. Isinalansan iyon sa pang-apat na drawer. I was on my last batch of clothes when something sparkling caught my attention. Inilapag ko ang mga damit ng asawa, curious na dinampot ang bagay na iyon. It's an old rose notebook with some girly and glittery cover. It seemed that my wife is keeping a journal.

I tilted my head to the right and slowly opened the notebook. Ngumisi ako. Bree's a personification of contradiction. Kung gaano kagulo ang gamit n'ya siya namang ayos at linis ng sulat kamay n'ya. Excitement buzzed through me as I scanned her diary's content. Some scribbled there and doodle here. A bucket list from the year 2017 down to her wishlists for three years was written on it.

I smiled, got my phone, and took some snaps. Magagamit ko ang mga iyon sa mga susunod na araw. I was in the middle of closing Bree's diary when my attention was grabbed by a drawing. Sumandal ako sa wall, binitawan ang baston. I scratched my chin, scrutinizing it.

It's a pencil illustration of a female body with some accurate lines of what seemed to be a dress of sorts and accessories adorning it. Nagsalubong ang kilay ko habang abala ang mga kamay ko sa pagbuklat ng mga pahina. Sketches after sketches ang bumulaga sa akin. Most of it was from three years ago. The recent one was dated August 2018.

“You’re full of surprises, Bree.”I muttered, staring at my wife’s passion. Seems that Bree has a knack for fashion design and she's f*****g good at it.

Pride blooms in my chest. Umandar na agad ang utak ko sa kung paano ko kukumbinsehin si Bree na bumalik ng school at i-pursue ang hilig niya. I was grinning like a Chesire cat, planning to close the damn diary when I saw it. My hands shake and my nerves dangling like mad as I perused it. When realization dawned on me, I know the proverbial s**t hits the proverbial fan.

It's not just a list. It is Bree's detailed kill list. Lima sa mga pangalang naroon ay nasa listahan ko rin. Those son of bitches who violated her two years ago. Andrew and his f*****g clique.

I shut my eyes close and pinched the bridge of my nose. Calming the fury that's boiling within me. When I opened my eyes, I took a quick photo of the whole page. I closed the journal and glared at my screen.

Makukuyumos ko ng halik ang asawa ko sa labis na tuwa. Bree did a great job of researching and planning how to annihilate those motherfuckers. But she forgot one important part of the equation- me. Akala ba niya hahayaan ko siyang dungisan ang mga kamay niya ng dugo ng mga hinayupak na iyon?

No f*****g way.That's my job, her monster. The heartless beast who’s ready to kill for her. . . to turn this world to ashes. And while I know that Bree will want flowers, I will give her what she needs. Cold f*****g vengeance in a silver platter. Namely, the heads of her enemies. Every single one on her kill list.

I know this is madness and wicked but my obsession for Bree runs skin deep. Hell, this feeling is not just etched on my bones but down to my dark soul.

"Who is this bastard, Bree?" Puno ng galit na tanong ko sa buradong pangalan sa listahan ng asawa.