4. Konstantin
KONSTANTIN
Milk bubbles on the stove, chopped up dark chocolate rests under my knife, and one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen in my life sits on the opposite counter with her legs spread so wide that the low light catches on the glittering slit between her thighs.
She's bold.
Bolder than I gave her credit for.
She's given up her life to be here and seems to be following some sort of instruction book, but is this really the right thing to do?
We barely know one another.
Back at the wedding, she was trying to get to know me. I felt it with every question she threw my way.
In a room like that though, all it would take is for me to let my guard down and be distracted for one second, and it could be the last mistake I ever make.
Here?
In the safety of my home?
It's different.
Rose is meant to be nothing more than a tool to keep my generals off my back about my ability to lead and secure a future for our organization.
I never dreamed she would open herself up to me like this.
Heat curls tight low in my belly as I slowly set the knife down.
"Well?" Rose grips the counter between her thighs, blocking the view of her pussy with her wrists as she leans forward. "Don't tell me you can't get it up? Common for a man your age, I bet. What are you? Forty?"
Thirty-nine, but the correction hardly feels worth it.
"Or is it something else?" Her eyes narrow and she leans forward so her breasts push together between her arms. "Are you scared you might like it?"
The way her tongue curls around the word like sends a jolt of pleasure lancing through me and for a split-second, I can't breathe.
The heat that overtakes me is unlike anything I've experienced before and it all sweeps south to settle between my legs.
My cock stiffens within a second and Rose clearly sees it, given how her eyes light up.
She slowly licks her lower lip.
Then I'm on her with a clash of teeth and chins, our mouths colliding in a sudden heated kiss that makes her gasp into my open mouth before I shove my tongue past her teeth and align my body between her spread thighs.
Both my hands cup the side of her neck while her fingernails trail down my arms and her legs hook around my waist.
She draws me in with a grunt and then moans deeply as my trapped cock presses hard against her pussy.
Heat pours off her in waves and she gives as good as she takes, challenging me with every bite of our kiss.
Our lips weave together in a pattern, slotting together like they were made for one another and only short, sharp gasps for air are allowed between each shift of angle.
Rose's hands immediately drop to my belt and she fights with the buckle and leather, then whines in complaint when my belt catches on a pant loop and gets stuck.
She's as impatient as the heat coursing through me like a fever.
I've started and I can't stop.
One hand drops to help her and together we free my belt, then she slaps my hand away and delves into the heat of my clothes to seek out my cock.
I kiss her harder.
Her teeth catch on my lower lip just as both her hands circle around my cock and in that moment, the kiss breaks and we lock eyes.
"Oh," Rose gasps between her pants. "Look at you, hard as a fucking rock.
Are you gonna fuck me hard enough to feel this even when you're not here?
" Her eyes turn dark and half-lidded as she drags her hands from the base of my cock to the glistening, damp tip and a deep, unexpected moan rolls out of my throat.
I kiss her again, devouring her mouth and sliding one hand around to the back of her head where I cradle her close and keep her exactly where I want her.
She frees my cock from my pants and tightens her legs around my hips to draw me in exactly where she wants me.
"You are playing a dangerous game," I warn her when our kiss breaks for a desperate gasp of air.
"I thrive on danger," she teases, and then she bursts out laughing. It's such a soft, delightful sound that my heart lifts. "I'm sorry, that was so corny, but you're so fucking hot. Just fuck me already!"
I oblige and kiss her hard, chasing the taste of her sweet laugh as if it's some kind of drug I can get addicted to.
Her hands leave my cock as I thrust into her, giving her only a few inches to allow her to adjust.
The lack of lube and only her slick, wet pussy to smooth the way leaves me cautious, but Rose is hungrier than I anticipate.
She locks her ankles at the small of my back and tightens her legs further, drawing the last couple of inches of my cock deep inside her.
As I fill her, she breaks the kiss and drapes away from me, collapsing down onto the counter with a needy gasp of delight.
"Oh my god," she groans as her eyes flutter closed. "Oh my god, you feel so fucking big right now I can almost fucking taste you."
Amusement warms my chest and I lean down over her just as she grips my shirt with both hands and rips it open.
Buttons ping in all directions, and she laughs again before I kiss her and devour her soft lips with the same hunger as my hips start to move inside her.
Her hot, slick pussy grips me with alarming tightness that eases after a few thrusts, but she remains utterly perfect for me.
I fuck her hard and fast, focusing on ensuring I angle just right to seek out that extra bundle of nerves inside her that will make this extra special for her.
Rose's hands roam over my chest, then they loop around my neck and she clings to me while we battle for dominance over the kiss.
Despite her eagerness to be fucked, she gives up control of the kiss rather easily and ends up sucking on my tongue as I pound into her as hard as I can.
Before long, she's unable to keep her moans quiet and the need to breathe makes it impossible to kiss her as deeply as I want to.
Leaning up, I grip her hips with both hands and hold her in place while I fuck into her with wild abandon.
Rose tosses her head back and forth and attempts to remain quiet, but it doesn't last.
Within seconds, she's moaning loudly and whimpering with each thrust as if I'm fucking the sound right out of her.
I'm under no illusions about how many people are keeping an eye on us, and fucking her wildly in the kitchen should silence any lingering questions about our compatibility or my commitment to this responsibility.
In this moment, this single moment with Rose's beautiful body on display for me, her breasts rocking and bouncing with every thrust, her soaked pussy clinging tightly to my cock, and her hands desperately trying to reach my forearm, I can't resist her.
Nothing else matters.
My orgasm creeps up on me long before I'm ready, so I slide one hand from Rose's hip to the space between us and seek out her clit.
She jerks in surprise and her pussy tightens around my pounding cock the moment I touch that delicate nub.
In only a few strokes, Rose is coming with a cry and arching off the counter as if her entire body is aching to be next to mine.
Happy to oblige, I drape over her and claim her open, panting mouth in a deep kiss as my balls tighten, and I spill my load deep inside her with stuttering hips and a racing heart.
It's the closest to bliss I've ever been.
Rose's lazy arms drape around my shoulders.
She slides one hand into my hair and moans softly as we both twitch and rock together with the combined remnants of our orgasms.
But it's not enough.
Heat remains low in my gut and the hunger to enjoy every inch of this woman remains hot in my chest.
She doesn't resist when I slide her off the counter, turn her to face it, and then enter her from behind while pushing her down onto the surface.
Her moans remain soft and needy, and her pussy quivers around my aching cock as I resume fucking her as if my life depended on it.
The kitchen fills with the slick sound of skin against skin, our combined moans and the subtle bubbling of the milk on the stove. Shedding my shirt, I toss it aside.
Rose moans when I drape back over her.
"You're burning up," she pants, tilting her head to the side and laying her cheek on the cold countertop. "Did I do that?"
"You did," I murmur in her ear. "Are you proud?"
She tries to answer but all that escapes her lips is a needy moan, and she flexes her fingers against the counter.
I lean back and watch my cock fuck into her, slick from my cum and her juices.
It's insanely erotic to watch and my chest tightens with the urge to do this all night long.
Now I've started, I can't seem to stop and my second orgasm is just as powerful as my first.
Rose can barely hold herself up.
Her legs tremble violently as she shakes apart through her second orgasm and I'd fuck her through a third, but nature catches up with me.
My cock softens, even as my desire remains, burning like lava in my chest.
So I turn my attention elsewhere and return Rose to the counter, then I bury my face between her legs and spend fifteen minutes lavishing attention on her over-sensitive clit with my tongue, and fucking her wet hole with my fingers until I pry a third and final screaming orgasm from her exhausted body.
It's a beautiful sight when I stand up and admire her twitching, trembling body and she gently flips me off as she lies there panting.
"Three so fast is fucking intense," she croaks. "Good job, old man."
I roll my eyes and adjust myself in my pants, happy that her scent is well and truly all over me, then I gather her up in my arms bridal-style.
"Just so you know," Rose continues while her head lolls against my shoulder. "I am proud. Don't forget."
"I will not," I reply softly, carrying her through the manor. "I will not forget."
Rose is asleep before her head touches the pillow.
I tuck her in and brush some of her hair around the soft shell of her ear.
Sleeping like this, she looks utterly peaceful and I admire her for a few long seconds, then get ready for bed myself.
Sex was… unexpected but it was like a starved, dormant part of me took over when she presented herself like a delicacy I couldn't resist.
Despite that, it is expected of me and forms the basis of our deal.
People will see me as stronger with a wife, and even more so with a child. In this life, a baby will somehow strengthen people's belief that my power and influence aren't going anywhere.
Unfortunately, a child is not on the cards, so a wife will have to be enough.
I change into cotton sweatpants and clean myself up, but as I'm walking toward the bed, something catches in my chest like the knick of a blade.
Lianna.
My late wife was so different from Rose, but that doesn't mean Rose is exempt from the same fate.
The bliss from Rose fades from my heart and is replaced by a familiar ache that I've come to find normal, but the change is enough for me to contact Ethan as I climb into bed and have him double security at the estate.
I'm not taking any chances this time.
Sleep comes faster than it has in months with Rose by my side, and I wake early next morning to her curled up against my side with her face pressed into my ribs.
Weak sun filters in through the curtains and a streak caresses her sleeping face with such gentleness that I'm almost jealous.
I want to touch her like that.
Just as the urge rises, a buzz from my phone distracts me. I reach for it instead.
Then, my heart sinks as a message from Ethan flashes up on the screen.
[Ethan] Code Red. Italians are pissed and two cookhouses are ablaze. Your call.