3 C.R.I.M.E.S

Chapter 13

Jacqueline POV

"So, tell us what happened. Did you guys kiss? Did he give you a love bite? Oh s**t, did he go down on you?" Tasha gasped.

"Hold up," I said to her, stopping her unreasonable questions, "now, Galina...did he hold your hand? Did he tell you that you looked beautiful? Oh my god, did he call you back after the date? Tell us, woman!"

Galina raised an eyebrow at us, smiling slightly, before changing the gears of the car and lowering the volume of the music.

Tasha and I sat in the backseat of Galina's Land Rover Range Rover Velar and Galina was driving. Tasha and I were wearing Galina's pyjamas and Galina was wearing her professional full black attire which was a long black coat and leather black boots.

Tasha and I had slept over at Galina's house, eagerly waiting for her to return but she didn't come back as soon as we thought she would and we ended up falling asleep. When the sun had risen, and Galina had returned home and changed out of her dress and into something that's more her, that's when she decided to wake Tasha and I up and now she was on her way to drop us off.

"Why so many questions?" Galina asked calmly.

I looked at Tasha and Tasha looked back at me with the same shocked expression.

I don't believe Galina has ever even been on a single date, so the fact that she simply brushed off our eager questions, was really testing my patience.

"What do you mean by that?" I snapped, jumping to the passenger seat and glaring at Galina.

"b***h, start talking!" Tasha exclaimed, banging her hand on the seat.

"Ok, ok," Galina spoke, laughing, "so I got to the restaurant and I was really...not ready for what was going to happen. A waiter came and took me to the rooftop and well, I got the shock of my life when I seen it was Hedeon. How did you manage to pull that off, by the way? I can't believe you did that, Boss Lady."

I simply waved my hand slightly, "carry on talking, that doesn't matter."

"Ok, I got there and he stood up and pulled out my chair for me and-"

"Aww, that's so romantic!" Tasha and I gushed at the same time like we were two teenage girls and not fully grown women in our thirties.

Galina let out a low chuckle, "Chivalrous, not romantic but yes, call it what you want. The first thing he told me was that I was looking really beautiful and I told him he looked nice as w-"

"What was he wearing?" I asked, cutting her off, wanting to know every detail.

"He wore a grey coloured suit. It was awkward, I won't lie, but after we ordered some champagne it became much better. We talked and laughed, and I had a great time."

"What time did you come back?" Tasha asked.

"Around 1."

"Did he drop you off?"

"Uh, no, Thomas came to pick me up."

"Well...?" Both Tasha and I trailed off, looking at her expectantly.

"What?"

"Did he kiss you?" I asked eagerly, as I crossed my fingers in anticipation.

She laughed, paying attention to the road, "he did-" Tasha and I grinned, "but on the cheek."

"A kiss is still a kiss!" I sang, "have you two talked about a second date?"

She grinned, looking at us, "actually we're planning on going out very soon."

I could literally feel the pain in my cheeks from the way I was smiling so hard. I was going to rub this in Tasha's face when we were alone.

"When?" Tasha asked her.

"At the end of this busy season, so in like 3 months."

"Damn," I said, "that's in a long time, what are you guys planning?"

"Going out for drinks," she said shrugging.

I looked at Tasha and she looked right back at me. 3 months? How does one plan a date three months from now and just decide on going out for drinks? I mean...

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I walked into Joseph's office, locking the door behind me. He was on the phone speaking rapidly in Russian. His eyes glanced at me once, and then went back to the files he had on his table. Joseph was a workaholic, he wanted to do things himself and gets hands on. He'd always tell me that if he didn't do it himself then the job just wasn't done right.

So everyday, he'd come to his office, look at his sales, call his workers, call his men and find out every little detail that there was to know. When he wasn't in his office, he was on the road, travelling to his warehouses and checking his supplies.

It was always work, work, work with Joseph Hutcherson, and never enough play with me.

I stood in front of his table and I cleared my throat, getting his attention before I opened my robe and slowly let it fall to the floor, revealing my naked body as I stood before him, making my message very clear to him.

I walked around the table towards him. He was quiet now, not paying attention to his work like he was just a minute ago, but his eyes on my body.

I smirked as I straddled him and took the phone that he held in his hand and had pressed against his ear, put it down and made sure that I ended the call.

It seemed that Joseph didn't need to be told twice, or told at all because as fast as I'd put down the phone, his hands were on my body.

Grabbing, groping and making me feel good.

I was already dripping and needy, he hadn't been home the whole week and we only spoke on the phone twice for half an hour. My hands went to his pants, unzipping them and eagerly taking out his hardening member.

Our lips met in an intense heated sloppy kiss, showing our need for each other at the moment. Somewhere in between those kisses his shirt got ripped off, his pants and underwear taken off.

I straddled him, grabbing his c**k and guiding it to my entrance. I needed this and needed this now.

We both let out a collective sigh as I lowered myself onto his c**k and he fully entered me, "fuck..." I moaned out as I bit my bottom lip so hard, I'd be surprised if it wasn't bleeding.

I grabbed the arms of the chair, using that to help me bounce on his c**k as I rode the hell out of it.

"Ah, baby," I moaned as his hands came to my waist, and he helped me thrust him into me with speed and force.

My breath caught in my throat as Joseph wrapped his lips around my n****e and bit and nibbled on the sensitive flesh. His hands left my waist and went to grab my ass, pushing himself even deeper into me.

"Yes, just...there," he kept hitting my g-spot with each thrust until I couldn't take it anymore. My thighs shook uncontrollably, my legs felt weak and my body convulsed.

Joseph groaned as he started grinding against me, moving his hips in and out, "Joseph! I-"

His lips wrapped around my other n****e, sucking and grabbing on it and I felt my walls tighten. I felt a chill run through my whole body. From my p***y to my toes, to my stomach, to my back and my head.

His size felt huge in me, "I'm goin- ah...!"

I could feel he was also about to explode when he squeezed my boob hard with his hand, his hips moved faster and more wildly, and he cussed in Russian in my ear. His hands gripped my ass tightly, pulling my ass cheeks apart as he continued f*****g me.

It felt so good I just wanted to drool and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I leaned into him, my hands in his hair as I gripped and pulled at it with each thrust of his.

"You're f*****g, ah, ripping, ah, me apart," in between loud moans and hard thrusts.

"So f*****g tight," he groaned through gritted teeth, "c*m for me, detka, c*m for me."

And I did. With a loud moan I felt myself squirt all over his d**k and in response he came as well, shooting his load deep inside me.

We both sat panting in the chair, "I don't know if I can walk after this."

He chuckled, "that was just one round."

I nodded weakly, my head on his shoulders, "I missed you..."

"I missed you too," he replied, kissing me.

Our bodies were sweaty, my boobs rubbed against his hardened chest and the smell of s*x was in the air. I didn't feel like moving, he felt so good inside me, just filling me and keeping me warm.

"I don't want to move," I admitted, running my hands along his now sweaty arms.

"Why are you so tired? You're never tired after just one round," he said, looking at me with suspicious eyes, "are you sleeping with somebody else?"

I nodded, slowly.

"The dildo doesn't count, detka," he spoke laughing.

"He does, he takes care of me when you're not here."

"Yeah, I'm starting to see that I should really get rid of that thing."

"He makes me happy, Joseph."

"He's orange and vibrates."

"You're so jealous," I teased running my nail along his abs and down to where my p***y met his c**k.

He started grinding slowly and I felt myself tighten against his member.

"We have to go to Angela in 15 minutes, and you and I both know that we can't ever have a quickie," I said reminding him and he groaned.

"Do we have to go?"

"Yes."

"But why?"

"Because I said so."

"And because of that I'll go take a shower and get ready."

~~~

"So baby," I began as I looked at Joseph feeding him my strawberries. We were relaxing in our bedroom after meeting with Angela and just enjoying the free time.

Natalya had been here the entire two hours since we came back and she'd only fallen asleep a couple of minutes ago and her nanny came to take her to put her in her own bed.

He hummed in response, chewing as he looked at the TV.

"How do you feel about," I began nervously, "you know, having another child after Natalya?"

He furrowed his eyebrows and then looked down at me, "are you pregnant?"

I shook my head, "no, I'm not pregnant. It's just that I want us to talk on that topic."

He looked at me suspiciously, "what do you mean?"

"I mean what I said, Joseph, just answer me. How do you feel about having another child?"

He let out a breath, picking up the remote and lowering the volume, facing me, "Jacqueline, you know that I want as many children as I can have. I've told you that before and you've agreed with me."

"Don't you think that Natalya is enough for both you and I?"

"Where is this coming from? Jacqueline, you were the one who told me you wanted three kids, or am I wrong?" He asked me, taking my bowl of strawberries away and then placing it on his side of the bed.

"It's just that, you know...I don't want anymore children."

"Why?"

"Because I didn't know the pressure that came with it. That was me back then with no problems and just dreams. I wanted a happy life with a white picket fence, and 3 children with a husky as a pet. Driving a minivan and finding McDonald's as our go to place for special occasions-"

"We can still have that now."

"No, no we can't, Joseph. Look at this, I mean look at this life. This is not just some small homey house with a picket fence. This is a mansion, owned by one of the biggest mafia bosses in Russia. Our pets are humans who are willing to kill for us. I don't remember the last time I actually drove, all I do is sit in the back of some Bentley or Limo and get carried around. Our go to places are having breakfast in Paris, lunch in Turkey and supper in Dubai."

"Yes, now I don't get what the problem is. Our children will have a good life."

"But they'll follow your lifestyle. I don't want that."

His jaw tightened as his eyes became hard, "you've always got a problem, don't you!" He said, raising his voice.

I quickly tried to find a way to stop this argument from happening, "no, baby, it's just that..."

"Jacqueline, you're married to me. I am married to you. I want two things from you as your husband: your love and your eggs meaning I want children. I told you that long ago before we got married. So if I say I want a child, give me a child."

"You can't demand anything from me. You don't have the right to do that!" I snapped, raising my voice and getting up from the bed.

"The ring on your finger and that paper you signed before our wedding says otherwise," he replied as he raised an eyebrow at me, daring me to say something.

"You don't f*****g own me. I'm your wife not your goddamn w***e!"

He looked at me completely taken aback and surprised at my outburst, "Jacqueline, are you-"

"No, I'm not ok, how can you even ask me that? How can you even think of-!"

"Ok, ok, I take it back, just relax, Jacqueline," he spoke slowly as he got up from the bed and walked to me, holding me in his arms.

"What's wrong? Tell me," he asked looking down at me and I simply buried my face in his warm hard chest.

"Nothing," I said, my words muffled by his shirt as I tried to hide my face and stop myself from crying.

I felt terrible at the fact that I had made this decision without speaking to Joseph, but I know that even if I did talk to him he'd never let me do it. It made me tick when I seen just how badly he wanted more children and I couldn't...wouldn't give him that. He's going to find out sooner or later, but for now I'd rather he find out later.

"I'm sorry," I apologised as I was able to calm myself down. I looked up at him when I said so. He smiled softly, leaning down and planting a kiss on my lips.

"There's no need, detka," he spoke, leading me back to the bed and having me sit on it, "how about I go run you a bath with some bubbles, candles and whatever else you want-"

"My strawberries."

"And your strawberries. Then you can wear your onesie I never let you wear, alright, detka?" He planted a delicate kiss on my forehead, "let me get started."

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