Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
A leksandr’s grip on my nape was tight, restrictive as he led me through the foyer of the house and up the wide circular staircase.
He hadn’t acknowledged me once in the car ride here, even though I’d tried breaking the tension with conversation several times.
Neither Aleksandr nor Nikolai engaged in it.
They both weren’t interested in talking to each other, let alone to me.
I decided to wait until I was alone with Aleksandr to pry into the logistics of what had happened. Which, with the way he was marching through the house, would be any second now.
Instead of taking me to the room I’d been staying in, he opened another door on the same floor, pushing me inside.
“Okay, enough with the manhandling,” I snapped, shoving away from him.
I took a cursory glance at the room. A huge four-poster bed with exotic black silk sheets.
Dark curtains and dark furniture. A rich, alluring scent that surrounded me from all sides, somehow managing to comfort me and turn me on all at the same time.
It was a purely masculine smell, Aleksandr through and through.
The slam of the door made me spin, facing Aleksandr down. We glared at each other. He was mad about whatever the fuck happened with Logan, and I was mad we were even in this position to begin with.
“What the fuck, Aleksandr?” I said, trying not to let myself get too worked up. “Why did you do that? What did Logan—”
Aleksandr lunged forward, his hand wrapping around my throat. I gasped at the suddenness of it. He pushed me backwards until I collapsed onto the bed, his body folding over mine. “I never want to hear his name come out of your mouth again,” he growled, staring me dead in the eyes.
My mouth dropped open. “You’re jealous,” I breathed in disbelief. Was that whole thing with Logan all because he was jealous?
“Of course I am,” he admitted with no problem whatsoever. “You think I like hearing about his hands on your body? That he knows how you taste, what you sound like when you come? You’re mine .”
What the fuck had Logan said to him?
His mouth descended on mine, full of want and need and passion as he kissed me deeply.
Jesus, this man and his tongue! Wait, what did he just say?
I ripped my mouth away. “Yours?” I echoed, licking my lips, savouring his taste.
He gripped my jaw roughly. “Mine and only mine.” He kissed me again, his words igniting a fire in my belly.
There was still so much we needed to talk about, so much we needed to address.
He couldn’t keep me here any longer. He needed to let me go.
I’d managed to convince Juan not to open fire, but I knew my brother.
With the way we’d left things, he’d be anxious.
Chomping at the bit to do something—anything—to get me back and out of harm’s way.
But all of that was second on my mind right now. First was Aleksandr. His lips. His touch. His smell. I was borderline obsessed with him and everything about him. Obsessed with his rough, dominating ways. His kind, caring heart he kept guarded behind a mountain of obstacles.
Aleksandr tore my shirt from my body and then, using a knife, cut my bra in half, my breasts spilling out.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured, staring down at me in awe. He leaned forward, taking my nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue and my back arched off the bed, pleasure soaring through me.
“Fuck, Aleksandr,” I moaned, holding his head to my chest.
He switched to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention as he had the first.
I panted, licking my lips, so eager for him to move further down and put that very talented tongue to good use.
But I should have known Aleksandr wouldn’t be rushed, no matter how many hints I gave him.
He liked to take his time. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but when I was as horny as I was right now, I didn’t want to go slow.
He kissed, licked and nibbled at my skin, leaving tiny little love bites over my breasts and stomach.
I squirmed underneath him, lust pulsing low in my stomach.
He abruptly got to his feet, leaving me aching and confused.
I propped myself up on my elbows, tilting my head to the side as I watched him slowly shed his clothes.
Fuck me. His body was to diiiiiiieeee for. Washboard abs. Hard, toned muscles. Clear, distinct v-line (which, I’ll be honest, was one of my favourite parts on a man).
His pants hung low on his hips, a dark, sinful look on his face as he crooked his finger at me, urging me forward.
Tingles shot up my spine, shivers dancing over my skin. How could one simple movement be so sinfully erotic?
I crawled to him on my hands and knees, the height of the bed putting me at exact eye level with the monster in his pants.
“On your back, head hanging over the bed,” he commanded.
Oh boy.
The world flipped upside down as I turned over, excitement exploding within me. Aleksandr unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out.
Big. Thick. Heavy. Suckable, for sure.
He moved until his cock hovered over my lips, his hand stroking up and down leisurely. “Open.” His voice was rough. Husky. Deep. Laced with want and hunger.
I opened my mouth wide. He bent his knees slightly and eased his cock past my lips. His hand collared my throat in a light hold as he slowly thrust in and out.
“Blyad , I knew your mouth would feel good,” he groaned, his head rolling back.
My stomach tightened, my pussy tingling at his rough, masculine groans. It turned me on so much hearing men groan. There was just something different about it. Something hot and sexy and utterly intoxicating. I wanted to make him feel good and drown the room in his pleasure.
I hollowed my cheeks, trying to move my head to take more of him.
“No.” Aleksandr’s hold on my throat tightened slightly. “If I want you to move, I’ll tell you. You just lie there like a good little fuck toy and take my cock until I’m done with you.”
I moaned, saliva dripping out of the side of my mouth as his thrusts increased. His cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged.
“Swallow. Breathe through your nose. That’s it. You’re doing so well, malyshka .” His hands moved, grabbing the sides of my face and holding me completely still. He thrust in and out, using my body and my mouth as he wanted.
Wetness slicked down my thighs at the way he just took his pleasure. The forcefulness of it, the way he grunted and growled as he moved faster and faster.
“Use your teeth. Ah fuck, that’s it. You like having your mouth stuffed full of cock, don’t you? You like having your face fucked. Fuck toys always do.”
It was next to impossible to even try talking, so I simply nodded, moaning around him. I moved my hand down my stomach, shoving it into my pants and tugging on my clit piercing. He turned me on so much I could barely stand it. I was so eager, so pent up I was literally shaking.
With each thrust he plunged himself further and further down my throat, tears streaming down my face.
“You look so pretty when you cry, malyshka, ” he praised, pulling his cock out. He tapped it against my lips. “You did very good. Stand.”
I climbed to my feet on the bed, my skin on fire and my heart pounding. A predatory gaze shone in his eyes as he studied me from head to toe. He picked up the knife he’d used to cut my bra off, twirling it around his fingers in a way that showed how skilled he was with the blade.
A shiver wracked my body. God, he looked positively devilish right now, staring at me like he wanted to eat me.
I hoped he would.
“Don’t move.” He sliced the remainder of my clothes from my body, the fabric falling away. He ran the tip of the blade up my thigh slowly, and I had to squeeze my hands into fists to stop myself from jumping him. I wanted to see what he’d do next.
I stood before him in all my naked glory, his eyes running over every inch of my exposed tattooed skin.
His eyes sliced to my pussy and anger flared in his eyes. I knew he was looking at Logan’s name there. “I hate that you have another man’s name on your body,” he growled darkly. “I want it to be mine instead.”
He leaned forward, burying his head between my breasts as he picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. His hand wound its way into my hair and he snatched my head back, his tongue running up my neck, over my chin and plunging into my mouth.
I moaned, grinding my pussy against his hard abs.
“Needy little thing,” he whispered into my mouth, his kiss turning feral. Ferocious.
My back smacked into one of the vertical columns of the four-poster bed and Aleksandr hoisted me up, diving his head into the apex of my thighs as he threw my legs over his shoulder. His mouth closed over my clit and sucked hard.
I squealed in delight. I gripped his hair for stability, my hips bucking as I rode that perfectly chiselled face.
Pleasure burst through me with every lick and stroke of his tongue and I moaned.
“I fucking love that sound. And this pussy. So pretty, and pink, and—” his tongue speared inside me, a deep, guttural groan falling out of his mouth and vibrating along my pussy, “—tight,” he finished, lavishing at my entrance. “So fucking tight.”
“Oh, mierda, Aleksandr , don’t stop,” I panted, my orgasm fast approaching.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he praised, hands gripping my ass tightly as he ground me harder against his face. His tongue moved from my entrance to my clit in long, languid strokes, delving between my folds and completely ravishing me.
He was eating my pussy like he couldn’t get enough of it. Like he was starved for it. For the taste of me. For my pleasure.
There was nothing sexier than a man who loved going down on a woman. And fuck, did Aleksandr love it. It was clear in the way he just threw himself into it with eagerness and excitement.