Chapter 28 Slava
SLAVA
She’s absolutely perfect when she comes.
Bella wrenches her mouth away from mine, and her scream echoes under the pounding water. Her pussy clenches and clenches around my finger. Her hips continue to move as if possessing a mind of their own as she comes.
I lower her to her feet slowly, letting my hand ride out the crashing waves of her pleasure. The hand around her neck moves, tangles in her long dark hair, and pulls her head back just enough to expose her throat.
My mouth closes around the copper skin. My tongue rasps along the delicate line, drawing one fresh moan after another from her.
Her hands—still trembling from the orgasm I pulled from her—find the waistband of my swimming trunks, and tug at the wet fabric. My cock strains against the material, desperate for her touch.
I want her.
Fuck, I want her so badly that it’s driving all logic and reason out of my head. I want to bury myself inside her and fuck her until neither of us can remember our own names. I want to hear her scream—not in fear nor anger but in pleasure.
I want to hear my name on her lips while we leave our marks on each other’s skin.
She turns her face back to me to kiss me greedily and deeply, pulling the breath out of my lungs with an insisting need. My hand pulls out of her pussy, starts moving back up, and paints the evidence of her own pleasure up her body.
She whimpers when I pause at her right breast. I squeeze and the whimper grows into a shaky moan.
She reaches down and guides my hand up, up, and up until my hand is closed around her neck again. Then, she breaks the kiss, looks at me with those beautiful eyes of hers for a split second, before her pink lips close around my thumb.
The moan she lets out as she sucks my thumb sends blood thrumming against my ears. My cock is so hard that it fucking hurts.
And that’s exactly when Don Leo’s voice slithers through my mind like poison: You’re making the same mistake you made in the past.
My body stiffens and I take a small step back.
Bella doesn’t notice. She’s too focused on her other task of finally tugging the wet fabric of my swimming trunks down. Her breathing is fast and she clings to my thumb, adding her teeth to the mix as if warning me to never pull away.
Her eyes are closed and she whimpers with every breath.
Fuck, she’s beautiful like this. Ruined and wanting.
Finally, she frees my aching cock, and under the hot spray of water, she starts pumping furiously. A ragged rasp leaves my throat.
“Please…” She releases my thumb, plants kisses on my palm, and squeezes my balls with her other hand. “Please, Slava.”
I strain against her touch, and I know that if I don’t do something, she’s going to make me cum right here and right now.
And if she makes me cum, I’ll never want to leave.
“Bella…”
I have to pull back.
I can’t let her.
I need—
I—
Thick, ropey cum surges from my twitching cock. Bella sinks her teeth against my skin as I empty myself onto her hand, her arms, and her body. She moans in time with my shuddering orgasm, but continues to stroke me until she wrenches every drop out of my twitching cock.
She’s going to put me on my knees. She’s going to make me confess just how much I care about her and want her.
I can’t do that to her.
Don Leo will use her to destroy me. He’ll hurt her more than he’s already done, and he’ll make sure he’ll make her suffer before it all ends.
I can’t let that happen.
I won’t.
“No.”
The word rips out of me like a gunshot.
I wrench myself backward, away from Bella’s reaching hands, away from the warmth of her body and the magnetic pull of her touch. Cold air hits my chest where I’ve been pressed against her, and the loss hurts as much as a knife to the gut.
Bella blinks at me through the steam, confusion clouding her features while my cum rolls down her body with the rivulets of water.
And before I say something that I regret, I step out of the shower, and turn around before she can ask why I pulled away.
If I look at her—standing there wet and flushed and so goddamn perfect—I’ll step back under the shower, scoop her in my arms, and fuck her over and over again until the end of the world.
So, I quicken my pace, walk out of the bathroom, and slam the door behind me.