Stepan #2
One final, deep thrust and I bury myself to the root, holding there as my cock pulses.
Thick ropes spill into her, coating her walls while she clenches and flutters around me, drawing out every last twitch.
I grind shallowly against her ass through the aftershocks, milking the last drops until my legs shake and the tension finally snaps loose.
"Holy shit," I breathe, not sure what just happened, but that was the best orgasm I've had in months.
I stay buried inside her, both of us panting, slick with sweat and cum. My hands slide up her back, thumbs tracing the line of her spine. She lets out a low, sated hum, still bent over the couch, her body lax and trembling faintly.
When I pull out she stays there, draped over the couch like she's a new piece of furniture, and I admit I could get used to this. I smack her ass hard enough to make her jerk, and my cum squirts from her pussy, draining down toward her toes.
"God, ouch," she says playfully, finally standing up.
"Come with me," I tell her, taking her hand. She pushes the hair out of her face, but she follows me down the dark hallway to the bedroom where our fighters usually sleep.
"I can’t stay the night, Stepan. My family—"
"Just for a while," I tell her, kissing her knuckles.
Marina smiles and lets me lead her into the bedroom where I turn down the bed and we climb in.
I wrap my body around hers and brush the hair out of her face.
This is where I should know better. I'm smart enough to figure out that cuddling after sex is gonna fuck with my head, but I want it.
I enjoy my body against hers and I want to feel it longer.
She lays her head on my chest, tracing the tattoo that runs along my collarbone.
And her breathing has slowed down, hair spread across my skin.
This feels very comfortable, and as I hold her, I'm reminded of how Timur warned me off getting attached.
He wants the job done, just like Roman, and without any complications. I have to keep my eyes on the prize.
"You're good at that," she says quietly, hand stilling on my skin.
"At what?"
"You know what." Her head tilts up like she's looking up at me, and I feel her smile against my chest. I run my hand down her back slowly.
"It was incredible, right?" I kiss the top of her head. "You were afraid?"
I feel her stiffen a little as her head drops again. "Not afraid as much as embarrassed."
"You did fine, Marina. You felt amazing."
She laughs softly and then tangles her legs with mine, snuggling closer to me. It's nice feeling the press of her tits on the side of my chest and the way her breathing pushes against my body.
"Can I ask you something?" she says.
"Yeah."
"Do you do this a lot? Bring women here?"
I don’t really know how to answer that. I'm not a player, if that's what she's asking, but I've had my share of partners. Just never to a safehouse. "No," I tell her plainly, and I feel her shift again.
She lifts her head and looks at me with curiosity, like she doesn’t believe me one bit. I'm a good-looking man, I get that. But I have no reason to lie about this.
"No," I say again. Still, I can see how she may think I'm just here to bang her and move on. It isn't like we spent a lot of time leading up to being in bed fucking.
She holds my gaze for another second and then puts her head back down. Her finger picks up the tattoo where she left off.
"I'm supposed to get married," she says, and I hear the disappointment in her tone.
I suppose if I were a normal man who was after a relationship, hearing that would make me upset after just fucking her.
Learning she's supposed to be married off soon might put a damper on things.
But I'm not a normal man and I already knew that. So I'm not sure how to respond.
I purposefully stiffen my body and let her think I'm tensing in anger.
"Yeah?" I say controlling my response carefully.
She's opening up to me already, which would be amazing if we stood a chance at anything real.
But this is also gonna fuck with me. She feels safe with me, and I'm not really being the type of guy she should feel safe with.
"It's an arranged marriage..." She lets her fingers trail down to my belly, across the hairs above my pelvis. "His name is Maksim. It's been arranged for a while. Both families want it, but—"
"But you don't." It's probably a good thing this is coming out.
It may honestly help me do my job easier.
If I can convince her to tell this douche she's fucked me, maybe I don't have to try to pull strings.
As it is, I didn't get any camera set up to record it or anything, so I have no proof it happened.
I'll definitely be back in this again so I can get said proof and make the thing dissolve properly.
"I don't really want to marry a man I don't love." She pauses and sighs hard. "Besides, he looks at me like a piece of new furniture he's admiring. Not the way you look at me..." That pinches. Fuck, the guilt. She doesn't even know she's making me feel guilty, either. That’s the hard part.
"If he were different," she says. "If he were—I don't know... If he actually saw me..."
I let her stew for a second as I try to decide how to play this. Marina is a beautiful, funny, smart woman and she really does deserve someone she loves, not some cold arrangement. But if I let myself get wrapped up in this, it might burn me.
"Why go through with it, then?" I ask her, starting to let myself wonder if there is a way to keep her around me longer while still accomplishing my goal to disrupt that alliance.
She's quiet for a moment. I can feel her tensing.
"My family's scared," she says. "There's a new operation moving into the city...
" When she props herself up on her elbow, I know this is getting serious.
"My family is... different. Obviously, you were at those illegal fights so you know a thing or two.
" She lifts an eyebrow, and I nod at her.
"A thing or two," I repeat, but I don't let on who I am or what I do. In time she'll learn, but right now, I still need this to go my way. Saying the name "Kuzin" around her will throw up alarm bells she shouldn't be hearing yet.
"Then you've heard of the Belovas... The Radins...
Orlovs..." Her eyes search mine, but I give nothing away.
"My father is a gun smuggler and if I don't marry Maksim Orlov, our enemies, the Radins, will start pushing us out.
The family suffers, the business suffers...
" She lies back down and sighs again. "I don't have a choice. "
"And no little sister to marry him instead of you?" I say playfully, tickling her side, but she punches my hip softly.
"Stepan," she grumbles. I can't believe she's so comfortable with me. I hate that what I’m doing may end up hurting her. I really like her. In fact, I like her enough to wonder what it might be like if the Kuzins could align with the Belovas, save her family a lot of hassle.
"You'd sacrifice your whole life for your family?" I ask.
"It's just my only option." I hear the defeat in her tone and feel my heart cracking open. It sickens me to know her father would trade her like cattle. She's worth so much more than that and she deserves better.
"There's always another option," I say softly.
"Easy to say when you're not the one being traded."
Her voice isn't bitter when she says it. It's factual. She's accepted her position because fighting it won't change anything. The men in her life have made choices for her and if she doesn't follow through, her future is uncertain.
If I were a man who was just dating her, I know my response would be different, so I have to say something or she may get suspicious.
"What would it take for you to leave him? You know... stay with me? Be with me?"
She sits up abruptly, turning in bed to face me until the sheets, pressed tightly against her chest, twist and expose my dick. "We don't even know each other, Stepan. We just met, okay? And we had sex once."
I roll to my side and scowl on purpose, though I'm not feeling like scowling. Seeing her fiery side is hot. I want more of this side of her.
"Okay, but if you keep coming around, we'll get to know each other.
I could convince you to leave that man and be with me if we end up having more than just chemistry, right?
" I'm careful not to say anything insulting about Maksim Orlov because other than the comments she's said tonight, I have no way of knowing how she feels about him as a person.
"It's a very sweet gesture, but unfortunately, my hands are tied." Her head sinks and she sounds sad.
"So I can only enjoy you for a while, then?" I take her hand, pulling it away from her body, and the sheet falls, exposing her perfect breasts.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I understand if you don’t want to see me again.
I knew coming into this that it would be a fling and nothing more.
" Marina's sadness guts me and I reach for her instinctively, pulling her down onto my body until her lips press to mine and her tits are crushed to my chest.
"Then let’s make this the craziest fling we've ever had so I can remember you every day for the rest of my life." I grip her ass in both hands and grind up into her, and she smiles against my lips as I kiss her hard.
I'm so fucked.
Two impromptu dates and she's already under my skin.
I wonder what it will take to get rid of this Maksim guy for good so I can have her.
Because now that I've tasted what she has, I just might never let her go.