Unholy Tsar: A Dark Mafia Romance (Ruthless Dynasty Book 4)

Chapter 17

Somehow, I manage to control myself on our way to the bathroom. But the second that door locks behind us, I’m on her.

There’s no hesitation. My hand sinks into her hair, and she grips my shirt, her nails digging into the fabric so tightly that it rips. In retaliation, I tug down on her jeans, cursing softly as they cling to her curves. She flashes a teasing smile, but it quickly turns into a delicious moan when I drop to my knees and pull with all my might.

But then her pants get caught on her boots… “Fuck this,” I scoop Cecilia up in my arms and carry her toward the mirrored sink. Positioning her like this means I don’t need to take off her jeans. Instead, I place my hand in the middle of her back and push until she’s leaning on it. But it’s too tall for her, and I can’t quite get the right angle.

So, I move her around, leading her down to the floor until she’s on her hands and knees. “Don’t worry if it’s dirty. We’ll take a shower after.”

Cecilia only pushes her ass out impatiently. “Why are you talking? Get to it already, damn it.”

I can barely hear her over my own panting as I get on my knees behind her. With a deep grunt, I bracket her body with mine and fist her hair in my hand. She pushes her head back into my grip, moaning with pleasure.

Under the harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom, her hair glimmers like ropes of fire tangled between my fingers. I pull on them, relishing in the power I have over her. She’s completely at my mercy. Finally. I can do anything and everything I want to her.

My free hand snakes around her waist, cupping her breast and kneading the soft flesh. She moans even louder, her body arching into my touch.

“Is this the lesson you were looking for?” I whisper, gently pinching her nipple. My other hand trails down her belly and around her hip, caressing the luscious curve of her ass.

“I don’t need a lesson for fucking,” she rasps.

“You do if you want to please me.”

Releasing her hair, I slide down her panties to her knees.

“So wet for me.” I lick my lips, admiring her dripping cunt. Then I fist her hair again and move my hand to her folds, gathering the wetness in my fingers and bringing it up to my lips. “Delicious.”

Savoring the flavor on my tongue, I return my hand to her folds, this time slowly dragging my fingers up to her sensitive clit. The moment my fingers touch the bundle of nerves, she bucks so hard that her knees leave the floor.

“Shhh,” I hush when she cries out, squirming wildly as I stroke her clit again. Her hair falls from my fingers once more when I shift back so I can grab her ass and drag my tongue up her folds. Once I’ve lapped her up, I stiffen my tongue and thrust it into her pussy, twisting her nipple at the exact same time.

“Fuck!” she cries out.

My body tenses when her cunt spasms so hard that it pushes my tongue out. She’s cumming already?

“No. You aren’t done yet,” I groan and thrust my index finger inside her, determined to draw out her orgasm as long as I can. Her cries grow louder and louder as I fuck her with my finger like I would my cock.

She’s still in the throes of her orgasm when I stop. But I can’t take being outside of her any longer. Trembling with desire, I tear off what’s left of my pants.

My cock is so hard it hurts when it springs free. With frantic movements, I get back on my knees and rub my thick head through her folds, coating myself in her wetness. But even that’s too much.

No one else can unravel me like she can. I hate it. I love it.

“My turn.”

Shifting my hips, I notch my cock on her entrance. With one forceful shove, I bury my entire length inside her.

“Maksim!” She lets out a blaring scream of pleasure, and I groan as I sink home. More. Deeper. I strain to get further in, but I’m already at the root, my pelvis stroking her ass.

Her cunt squeezes me tightly, sending bolts of lightning up my spine. Fuck, I’m not going to last.

“Don’t you dare make me cum yet,” I order, my voice dripping with lust. “I want more.”

Reaching around, I start stroking her clit again, all while thrusting harder and harder.

“You feel so fucking amazing,” she sobs, dropping her head to the floor. I can barely hear her above the rhythmic sound of flesh slapping flesh. I twist my hips relentlessly, continuing to lead her with my hand. She cums again, her back curving up, her nails digging into the bathroom tiles.

I want this to last forever, but I only manage two more thrusts before I’m cumming as well.

“Fucking hell, Cecelia!” I shout her name to the ceiling, my body shuddering as I spill myself into her. My arms shake on either side, still holding her tightly before I collapse onto her back with a satisfied sigh.

“Holy shit.”

I rest my head on her shoulder, my heart thundering in my chest. Fuck, what was that? I’ve never been this out of control before. Never so desperate to fuck anyone. Not even when I was a fucking teenager.

“Uh, can you move?” she croaks, her body melting into the floor.

“Shit, sorry.” I roll away from her, giving us room to breathe as I lie on my back and study the ceiling. There’s no way my men don’t know what just happened. Hell, they all saw her in my arms before I chased them off.

I trust my men, but there’s no way some bits and pieces of this won’t leak out. That means I’ve all but confirmed that there’s some truth to the Italian dons’ rumors.

It’s going to cause me countless headaches.

And yet, I wouldn’t change a thing. Fuck. I’d do it again a thousand times over. I will do it again countless times. And part of me wants to stay here on the floor with her, catching our breaths together forever.

But a sharp ringtone shatters the quiet and snaps me out of my foolish fantasy. Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I get off the floor and drag up my pants so I can take out my phone. It’s Dante.

Fuck. After the way I chased everyone out earlier, he wouldn’t be calling unless there was a real emergency.

I wanted to linger in my fantasy for a little while longer. But in my line of work, there’s no such thing as time off.

Dante starts speaking the second I answer the call.

“I’m sorry to, uh, interrupt, sir, but we just discovered another drug den like the one we disbanded the other night. They’ve been hitting up schools in the area too. We need to know your next move.”

Damn it. Those fucking drug dealers are like a termite infestation. When did they get so brazen?

“Alright. Give me ten minutes,” I grunt before hanging up. Ten minutes is a luxury I can’t afford right now, but I’m reluctant to leave my Myshka’s side. Still, I sigh as I turn to face her… and do a double take when I see she’s already dressed.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Sounds like you have somewhere to be. Thought I’d help move you along.”

“Don’t you want to take a shower first?”

She shakes her head.

“I can do that at home. I take it you have to leave?” She nods at my phone.

I tighten my grip around the cursed device. “Yes. Look, about what just happened—”

“It’s fine. It’s just a mistake, right?” she shrugs, but I can hear the hurt in her voice.

I search her face, but she quickly averts her gaze, her pretty eyes fixating on some spot above my shoulders. Guilt gnaws at my gut as I remember what I told her after we had sex in the library.

I told her she was a mistake, But I was wrong. She’s not a mistake. She’s my addiction. My obsession. But she’s never been a mistake.

As I take in her flushed cheeks, I realize that no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be able to quit her. But I’m not sure I can have her either.

Fuck. This isn’t supposed to be happening.

“No. It wasn’t a mistake. We—” My phone rings again, cutting me off. I reach to silence the damn thing, thinking it’s Dante—the drug den can wait ten fucking minutes—but I stop when I see the caller ID.

It’s Nolan. Fuck.

Raising a finger to my lips, I gesture for Cecelia to keep quiet. Then, I answer.

“Hello?”

“Are you alone?” Nolan’s voice comes through the phone.

I keep my eyes glued on Cecilia. “Yes. What’s up?”

“Well, after our call the other night, I did some digging into the girl, and I finally discovered her real name… along with some other information. You won’t believe what I found.”

My body tenses as he continues talking, but I’m only half listening.

Despite what we just did, Cecelia stares back at me with such vulnerable eyes. Her gaze fills my chest.

It’s a struggle, but I force myself to zone back into what Nolan is saying.

“Alright. Thank you,” I say when he’s done.

“I don’t know the full story yet, but I’m sure there’s a good explanation for it,” Nolan replies. “Just go easy on her, okay? Bree has become much more manageable since they became friends, and I don’t want that to change.”

“You mean you’ve been using her to keep your daughter in line,” I remark dryly.

He just chuckles.

“We’re saying the same thing in different words, Maksim. Anyway, I’ll let you get back to it. I hear you have some trouble to deal with. I’ll fill you in with more details soon.”

“Yes, thank you.”

With that, I end the call.

“Is everything alright?” Cecilia asks, her button nose scrunching with concern.

She must recognize the look on my face.

I stare at her with this fresh information in my head. But try as I may, I can’t see her as anything but my little mouse. Fuck me. “Everything is fine. Why don’t you go home?”

My heart aches as her concern turns into disappointment. I’ll do something about that later. But right now, I have some termites to exterminate.