Chapter 13 Petyr
PETYR
When Sima nods, relief settles over me.
Good. I don’t let her notice, but I can feel the tension finally slip off my shoulders. Not that I would have had any qualms about option B, but a willing ally is always better than an unwilling prisoner. Less of a hassle and far more useful.
No more chasing my new bride down the driveway in the middle of the night.
No more sirens blaring in the house.
No more risking her falling into the wrong hands because she’s delusional enough to think she can outrun me.
This will make everything easier.
I haven’t decided how I will use her yet. Right now, she’s my way out of my father’s pesky terms and conditions, but any woman could have served that purpose. That’s not why I married her.
Sima Danilo. Knocking her up and holding that over the Danilo family head would be the obvious choice. It kills two birds with one stone: fulfilling my father’s will while driving Nikolai Danilo and his psychotic son Anatoli insane in the process.
That said, I could just kill them instead of irritating them. I could bathe the streets in Danilo blood and honor my deal with Sima at the same time.
It wouldn’t give me the satisfaction of making my enemies dance in the palm of my hand, but it would be practical. Honorable, even.
I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. Right now, the heir takes precedence. I need to secure my crown first—kicking others off their thrones can wait.
By now, I’ve learned to be patient with revenge. The right moment always presents itself if you wait long enough.
And the fact that Sima is no longer going anywhere works in my favor.
As if on cue, she chooses that moment to speak. “So, um… How should we start?”
I raise my eyebrows. “With what?”
“The heir.” When I don’t answer right away, she huffs. “Fine. Hold on.”
I watch her lie back awkwardly in the middle of the bed, stiff as a board. Her arms are pressed tightly to her sides, gaze locked on the ceiling like she’s waiting for the firing squad.
“Alright,” she says flatly. “I’m ready. Let’s do this.”
I blink. This is not the seduction I’d pictured. She looks like she’s the last virgin at a Roman orgy and I’m the sleazy old senator looking to slip it to her. Not exactly flattering stuff.
“Uh… do I take my clothes off? Or do you?” she starts to babble. I can hear the nervousness in her voice, the way her words trip over each other. “Or do you want me to help you take yours off? Or… do we even need to take them off?”
“Sima.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Relax. This isn’t your gyno’s office.”
“I know that,” she huffs, impatient. “And I am relaxed, thank you very much.”
“I can see that.”
“I mean it!” she insists. “Never been more relaxed in my life. This is, like, peak relaxation for me. Totally casual. Yup.”
Christ. I almost laugh, but that would give the mood the killing blow. Instead, I brace my hand on the mattress and lean over her.
“Relax,” I murmur, taking her chin in my hand. “I’ve got this.”
She swallows, wide-eyed, and nods. Her body stays stiff, but her cheeks are flaming pink now, betraying every drop of her anticipation. That innocent, flustered look goes straight to my cock.
That’s when I kiss her.
It’s slow, tentative. A gentle press of lips rather than the intensity I’m used to. When I want something, I devour it, but Sima feels too fragile for that. A lamb to the slaughter.
What I need to do right now is teach this little lamb how good I can make her feel.
The rest will come later.
She whimpers into the kiss, surprised. But soon, I can feel her lips part, her body yielding under mine. Her hand lifts and curls into my sleeve, and fuck if that little act of restraint isn’t the hottest thing in the world.
We come up for air. I drink in the blown black of her pupils, the soft half-mast of her eyelids in the moonlight.
Beautiful. Absolutely fucking beautiful.
When I go back in for another kiss, I dive deeper. She lets me, unfurling under me. Her little breathy sound when my tongue brushes hers nearly undoes me.
“Good girl,” I rumble between kisses. “Just like that.”
She whines quietly, but doesn’t stop me from going back to her lips again.
And again.
And again.
As our kisses grow more heated, my palm slides down her side, over the soft curve of her hip. She trembles under my touch, heart racing wildly. I lose myself in the faint sweetness of her mouth. My self-control frays at the edges, tested like never before.
Soon, I’m kissing my way down her body. Sucking bruises into the hollow of her throat, the line of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts. I pull Sima’s top open and take a nipple into my mouth. When I do that, her whole body arches up, nails digging into the back of my shirt.
I can feel the outline of her calf against my cock, the heat of her skin seeping into mine. If she were anyone else, I’d have flipped her over and fucked her hard into the mattress by now.
Patience. I remind myself that I’m not done showing her how good it can feel. I promised her she’d want everything we do. It’s a promise I intend to keep.
When my fingers slip under her panties, Sima gasps. “Oh. That’s…”
Her sentence remains unfinished.
But I know exactly what she means. I find her absolutely drenched for me. Wet, warm, wanting. When I start rubbing circles into her clit, her hips twitch towards my hand, seeking more.
“Petyr,” she moans. “Oh, God. Just like that.”
Desire hits me like a freight train. I’ve had plenty of sex before, but somehow, none of it ever felt like this.
Addicting. Dangerous.
I’m already getting greedy.
I slip one finger inside. Start pumping in and out as I keep my mouth busy with Sima’s breasts, now bruised pink. She’s so damn tight and hot I almost lose it.
“Blyat’.” I grab a fistful of her with my free hand. “So fucking tight. Squeezing me already.” I add a second finger, feel her resistance melt away like candle wax. “Want me that bad, huh?”
“I—ahh…!” Sima gasps when I pick up the pace. “I want… I—I need…”
“I know what you need, lisichka,” I whisper into her ear, rising so that we’re face-to-face again. “Patience. You’ll get it.”
But only when I say so.
I curl my fingers into the spot that has her moaning the loudest. It works—soon, Sima’s bucking into my touch, canting her hips to meet the rhythm of my hand.
Without realizing it, I start rolling my hips against hers. My cock keeps brushing against her clothed pussy, driving me fucking crazy.
I add a third finger. I stop being so gentle. Sima clutches my back so hard I wonder if she’s leaving bruises, tiny half-moons everywhere between my shoulder blades.
The thought makes me harder than it has any right to.
Soon, Sima starts trembling. A full-body shudder, starting up at her toes and curling up, up, up. “Petyr,” she gasps, completely lost, “I—oh, God, I think I’m gonna—”
“Come,” I rasp. “Come for me, little fox. Let me hear you break.”
With one last pump, she does.
Her walls spasm around me. I can feel the first wave of her orgasm suck my fingers inside, trapping them so deep I can’t help imagining my cock in their place. How good it would feel to have this tight little pussy squeeze me dry where it matters.
“That’s it,” I tell her, peppering kisses around her mouth. “That’s it, baby. So good. So fucking pretty when you come.”
She whimpers in response, like she’s dying of both pleasure and embarrassment. But her hips keep rolling against mine, hungry, starving, and I’m not devil enough to leave her empty. Not until she’s completely satisfied.
Finally, after what feels like ages, she sags back into the mattress. Flushed, panting, a fucking masterpiece. “Oh, God. That was…”
“Fast?” I tease.
“Shut up,” she grumbles, hitting me without feeling. “I couldn’t help it. It was the first time anyone… you know…”
I frown. “No, I do not.”
She blushes furiously, brow knitting like I’m trying to offend her. “C’mon. I mean, I’d done it myself, but no one else had ever, like… touched me there.” She turns away, blush deepening. “Is that explicit enough for you?”
My brain splits in two. One half—the half currently loaning all its blood supply to my crotch—is already picturing the scene she just painted for me. Sima’s dainty fingers, slipping shyly into her panties. Sima’s hand around a toy, slipping the silicone head inside her tight pussy.
Or maybe not. She was too tight for anything wider than her fingers to have ever been there. I didn’t realize it at the time, but…
It was obvious, wasn’t it? The shyness, the clumsiness. How fast she got wet. How fast she came for me.
That’s when the other half of my brain floods with guilt.
Sima is a virgin. I turn those words over in my head. Fuck. She’s a virgin. Sweet, naive, innocent.
And I just tainted her.
A surge of possessiveness tears through me. My cock is so hard it’s fucking aching. No one else has had her. No one else has touched her where I did. No one else has fucked her.
No. One. Else.
It shouldn’t matter. Normally, it wouldn’t. But the idea of Sima being so wholly mine, ready to get pregnant with my child, to let me be the first to breach her… it sets off something primal inside me.
I want it.
I want her.
And yet, I can’t let myself take her. I’m already using her by dragging her into my war with the Danilos—now, I’m going to use her body, too?
When she’s a fucking virgin?
I sit up before I know what I’m doing.
“Petyr?” Sima’s brow creases with worry. “Is something wrong? Did I—?”
“No. I— Fuck.”
Sima’s heartbroken face doesn’t help matters.
Before I can change my mind, I wrench myself away. Back to my feet.
I barely feel myself move towards the door. Barely feel my fingers close around the handle, still sticky with the taste of her.
Barely hear the door slam shut behind my back, sealing her on the other side.
It’s for the best this way.
For a second there, I almost lost control.