Chapter 12
Morning came all too soon, and Matias was reluctant to leave the bed. Katya was wrapped around his body like a cashmere blanket, making his cock painfully hard. Her warm breath brushed against his chest, where her head laid nestled against him.
Matias moved, but her arm clamped down across him, halting him in place. He felt her lips trail a blaze of kisses across his skin, settling around his nipple. Her hand had eased its way down his front and wrapped around his shaft.
“What are you doing?”
“Sending you off with good luck,” she mumbled against his stomach as she eased herself between his legs.
Matias peered down at her and watched as she swallowed his cock. He fisted the sheets as he flexed his legs against her. “Fuck.”
Katya’s lips felt like pure heaven as she worked his cock. Her movements were precise as her tongue grazed the pulsing vein along his shaft. When she applied suction around his velvety head, he nearly lost it.
“Stop.” He grabbed her arms, tugging her forward. “I want to be buried inside you when I come.”
Katya climbed his body and leaned across to the nightstand. She reached into the drawer and grabbed a condom, they’d gone through most of them last night—except for the shower, they had been careful.
She bit the foil with her teeth, ripping it open, and pulled out the lubricated barrier. Her tiny fingers wrapped around his cock as she guided the rubber over him. With movement as graceful as a ballerina dancer, Katya seated herself over him. Matias hissed as her body joined with his.
Katya rocked, her body commanding his like a well-trained soldier. He pumped his hips beneath her, driving his cock into her sweet pussy. Matias held onto her hips as she obliterated his soul.
“Holy shit, Princesa. I’m not going to last.”
Katya got a wicked grin on her face and bucked harder. Her womb began to spasm, and as her walls clamped down around his shaft, Matias came in a fury. His come spurted into her, filling the condom to its brink. Katya collapsed against him, her breaths coming out in pants.
“What have you done to me? I’m ruined for all other men, Matias. It’s like you're inside me, flowing through my veins, and are a part of me.”
“I told you I’d claim you. Erasing all the others before me is part of the plan. When you think of having a cock buried inside you, I want it to be me you see. I want you to crave me like you crave air.”
“Well, your plan worked. I don’t want you to get up.”
“I’m sorry, Princesa, but I need to meet Cristian and Bastian at the warehouse. Today we go to war with Jorge and his lackeys.”
Katya rolled off him and curled onto her side. She watched as Matias pulled off the condom and got up to dispose of the remnants of their love making. He stalked across the room, unashamed of his nudity, and pulled open a drawer.
“I do not know when I will return. Marcos will stay here with you, to ensure your safety.”
“What about your safety? Who will ensure it?”
Matias slipped on a pair of boxer briefs and walked to sit on the edge of the bed beside her. He pulled her hand into his and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.
“My brothers will be there with me, and several of my men. I promise to return to you, Katya. Now that your mine, nothing will keep us apart.”
“I wish there was some other way. What if I reached out to my father? Maybe I could talk some sense into him.”
“No. I won’t have you putting yourself in danger. I know he is your father, but he will do whatever it takes to amass his power—even selling his daughter.”
Katya cringed at his words. He was right. Her father had already proven power was more important than family.
“Please come back to me, Matias. I cannot live with myself if something happens to you or your brothers on account of the mess I brought to your doorstep.”
Matias threw on his clothes and kissed her goodbye. Katya couldn’t shake the feeling that he was walking into a trap.