Chapter 13
Damien
Iwish I could spend the rest of my life like this—Sitka’s sweet, spent body beneath mine, her pussy cleaned by my tongue, limbs still softly shaking from the orgasm I just gave her, and the sweetest smile playing at her lips while she looks at me.
It’s perfect, and I wish it could last longer, but that’s not the kind of relationship we have right now.
Ours is the kind that’s built on secrets, the kind that has to stay hidden for the time being, and it kills me to do it.
My lips brush along her inner thigh as I kiss her again, not caring that my cock is so painful I can barely move or that I’ll be stuck with it for who knows how long. None of that matters right now. Her fingers run through my hair and then stroke the line of my jaw while she catches her breath.
“It’s not fair that you’re going to be miserable all day,” she says.
“I won’t be miserable. I’ll have you and the memory of how beautiful you looked when you came.” I grin and add, “And how fucking tight your pussy clenched onto me when you did. I also have the taste of you on my tongue. Trust me, besyonok. I’m anything but miserable right now.”
I give her soft skin another kiss before forcing myself to move so I can help her get dressed again.
It takes longer than it should because I keep stopping so I can nip and suck at the body that’s slowly disappearing from my view.
It’s downright painful when I do the top button of her jeans and she’s completely hidden from my sight.
Lifting my eyes to hers, I say, “I swear to you that one day very soon I’m going to tell the whole world that you’re mine. No more hiding, no more sneaking around. Just you and me and nothing between us.”
She grins down at me. “It’s a date.”
I kiss her fingers when she brushes them over my lips and then watch as she gets up.
Before we leave, she glances around the room, taking in the few items I’ve left lying around.
There isn’t much, just a few pieces of clothing and the Steam Deck I use when I can’t sleep.
Video games have always made sense to me. They clicked where books never did.
I feel a brief twinge of guilt when I think about the secret I’m keeping from her, but then it’s replaced by fear and a deep desire to not be humiliated when she turns her head and asks, “No books? I can’t imagine going anywhere without at least one suitcase full of nothing but books.”
“I’m not much of a reader,” I say, convincing myself that it’s not really a lie. I don’t want to disappoint her, so I add, “I like audiobooks.”
Her whole face lights up at that. “Really? What do you like to listen to?”
“Usually horror or sci-fi. What do you like to read?”
She smiles and I swear blushes a little bit when she says, “Romance.”
“Why are you blushing?” Walking over to her, I hook a finger under her chin and tilt her face up, grinning at the embarrassed look on her face. “What kind of romance books?”
She groans and looks off to the side when she says, “Dark romance.”
I don’t know much about romance genres, but my imagination fills in the blanks while I grin down at her.
“Don’t worry, besyonok. I can do dark.” Leaning down, I wrap my fingers around her slender neck and nip at her full bottom lip.
“I can be as depraved as you need me to be. That won’t be a problem. ”
The quick inhale mixed with the heavy-lidded look she’s giving me has me smiling even bigger before I let her go. Grabbing onto her ass, I give her a squeeze and say, “We’re not done talking about this. I want details later.”
She nods and wraps her body around mine for a tight hug. “I want to hear about what you like too, to know what you want.”
“I want you,” I say, “in every way I can think of.”
“Do you have a pretty good imagination?”
Bringing my mouth to her ear, I whisper, “Yes, it’s very vivid and very wicked when it concerns you. So many dirty fantasies have been running through my mind since we got here.”
“I can’t wait to hear about them.”
My teeth graze her ear before I say, “I can’t wait to bring them to life.”
The slight tremor I feel run through her body mixed with the whimper that’s so soft I almost miss it tells me everything I need to know.
Sitka is just as eager for this as I am.
She’s not the kind of girl who’s going to be satisfied with a gentle missionary position.
For our first time, maybe, but for the long term?
No way in hell. My girl wants to be chased, hunted down, and fucked until she’s filthy and sore and barely hanging onto consciousness.
I give the crook of her neck a not-so-gentle bite and then kiss away the sting. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together, besyonok.”
“I can’t wait,” she says, making me grin and smack her ass before grabbing her hand and leading her back upstairs.
Talia is back, sitting on the couch and talking to Ev and Allie when we walk back in to join them.
Allie looks over at Sitka. “I ran back and grabbed your bag so you wouldn’t have to sleep naked.”
She gives me a playful wink when she says it, making me laugh and say, “How thoughtful.”
My tone makes it clear I really wish she hadn’t bothered.
“Lyra taking her nap?” Sitka asks Talia while we both sit down.
“Yeah, she fell right to sleep after filling her tummy,” Talia says. “Easiest way to get her to nap.”
“I know I’m always tired after a big meal,” Ev says. He looks over at us and grins. “You two feeling better?”
Sitka’s face turns a pretty shade of pink while Talia laughs. I pull her onto my lap and kiss her cheek before answering my cousin, who’s looking way too smug at the moment.
“We’re doing much better. Thanks for asking,” I tell him.
“Whatever you do,” Talia says while pointing a finger at us, “don’t forget and pull her into your lap when the others show up.
We’re going to need to ease them into this.
Misha and Yuri and my Uncle Volodya are going to need some time to get used to this.
If they see you with your hands all over Sitka, they’re going to see red.
It’ll be impossible to talk calmly with them after that. ”
“Agreed,” Ev says. “We need to tread carefully with this.” Looking at me he says, “It wouldn’t be a bad idea to let our family know before you say anything.”
“They’ll fly out,” I say.
Ev shrugs. “I’m not so sure that’s a bad idea.”
“I’ll think about it,” I tell him before pulling Sitka closer, because I don’t want to think about how our families are going to handle this. I just want to think about her, about us, and everything else can just wait its fucking turn.
Sitka and I get a couple hours to be ourselves, time where I can keep her body tucked in next to mine, enjoying the simple pleasure of being able to touch her and kiss her.
It doesn’t matter that it’s in front of others and more chaste than I’d like.
It’s still a freedom that I know is going to be taken from me, and when Talia gets a text and then looks over at us with a sad expression on her face, I know what’s coming before she’s even uttered a word.
My hold tightens on Sitka as Talia says, “Sorry, guys. Max is on his way with Bran and Dima. Misha and Yuri are right behind them. Aleks went to go grab Yulia. I’m sure Kostya and Tyoma will stop in too. They’ll all be here in about fifteen minutes.”
Every second of that time is spent with Sitka in my lap, and when Lyra starts getting fussy, little annoyed cries coming through the baby monitor, Talia jumps up to get her.
“I’ll help,” Allie quickly says.
“I’ll,” Ev starts to say and hesitates while trying to come up with something before settling on the tried and true, “go study for a few minutes.”
Sitka and I ignore everyone else, and as soon as we’re alone, I cup her face and kiss her while she laces her fingers behind my neck and scoots her body closer.
“It’s getting harder to hide this,” I confess against her soft lips. “I’m honestly not sure I can pull it off.”
Her fingers play with the back of my hair. “You can. We’ll do it together.” She grins, and it’s the kind of smile that puts a spark of mischief in her grey eyes. “Just think of it as foreplay.”
“Everything about you is foreplay,” I tell her.
She rolls her eyes at me. “Yeah, that’s me in a nutshell, nothing but pure sex appeal.”
“God, you have no idea how right you are,” I tell her. “The fact that you’re doubting me right now is just proof that I’m failing as your boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” The smile playing at her lips is too big for her to hide, and when it spreads across her face, I easily return it before cupping her ass and kneading the cheeks I’ll never be able to get enough of.
“For now,” I say, “until I can call you something more permanent.”
When she presses her lips to mine, I lose myself in her kiss.
Even though the smart thing is to not get myself all worked up right before everyone gets here, I can’t resist her.
I’ll always be helpless to resist this woman, and when she deepens the kiss and rocks against the cock that’s now straining at my jeans, I groan and fist her hair, wanting everything she can give me.
The sound of a truck door slamming has her pulling back with a shocked gasp. Her head jerks to the side, eyeing the wall of windows that will put us on full display if anyone walks around back.
She tries to jump up from my lap, but before she does, I hold her tighter and kiss her once more. It’s quick and way too fast, but the smile she gives me makes it worth the extra few seconds of risk.
Right before the door opens, Sitka scurries off and into the chair opposite me.
Max walks in, eyeing us with a raised brow before he gives me a Jesus Christ, Damien look as Misha and Yuri walk in right behind him followed by the others.
Soon the room is full of Medvedev men and not nearly as much fun as it was a few minutes ago.
Misha looks between the two of us. “Why are you two alone?”