Chapter 13
When I get her to the bedroom, I spin her until she’s facing me. Her wide eyes catch mine while her perfectly pink tongue drags across her bottom lip.
I want to bite that lip. I want to bite down so hard she whimpers.
Fuck, I’m a sick monster.
“What’s wrong?” She asks, breathless.
“You’re dressed.” I grab the hem of her sweatshirt and yank it up over her head, throwing it across the room. Her pants are next, I rip them down her legs and she’s a good girl for me, she steps out of them without having to be told.
She blusters a lot, but she loves being obedient. A soft blush blooms across her face when she gives over to her submissive side. She softens and relaxes into me.
It’s not something she does for anyone. She’s always walked around with steel armor covering her heart. Always ready to bolt and hide if needed.
My little chameleon. But there’s no need to blend into the background with me.
Here, in my arms, she’s all vibrant colors.
Scooping her up, I toss her onto the bed. Laughing, she bounces twice before settling.
I climb onto the bed, pushing away the covers mangled from last night’s sleep.
In the years of working with the Volkovs, I’ve found myself in life or death situations. I’ve had bones broken, bullets lodged in my skin. None of that compared to the agony of laying next to her all night and not touching her.
She needed her rest then, she doesn’t now.
Shoving her thighs apart, I settle between them and inhale the sweet smell of her arousal.
The woman is soaked.
“Do you know how wet you are for me?” I rest my hands on her thighs, keeping them spread.
“Artem.”
“Reach down here, feel it.” I raise my eyes to her so there’s no mistaking my order for anything other than what it is.
Slowly, she slides her hand down her body, between her thighs. Her fingertips touch her pussy lips, but then she retracts them.
“No.” I snatch her wrist. “Touch yourself like you’re thinking of me in the middle of the night. Get your fingers wet.”
A low, guttural sound that reminds me of the deep growl a cat gives as a warning before striking with its claws.
But she obeys.
Her finger glides smoothly through her pussy lips. On either side of me her thighs tremble at her own touch.
“Spread your pussy open for me.” I order her and she complies, splaying the outer lips of her pussy open and exposing the soft, wet pink flesh of her inner folds.
“Fuck, Babygirl. You’re being so good for me.” I rub my finger around her clit, not touching it yet. Another shiver runs through her, and she groans.
“Please.”
“Please, what?” I lean in, letting my hot breath wash over her exposed clit. “Please touch you?”
“Yes!”
“Uh, uh, if you’re start making demands, you’ll end up over my knee instead of under my mouth.”
She moans. “Please, please touch me.”
“That’s better.” I touch her again, this time pressing the pad of my finger directly onto her clit and rubbing it in slow circles. She grows wetter.
Not willing to deny myself, I run my tongue through her folds, gathering her sweet dew.
“Oh fuck.” Her body tenses as I rub her clit and tongue fuck her pussy.
I’m lost in her. In her sounds, her trembles, her very presence. I’ve thought about these moments for years. Having Elana in my arms, beneath me, but none of the fantasies compare to the reality.
I was thinking in black and white. Elana is full color. Vibrant reds and blues and purples and pinks. She’s the entire fucking rainbow, and I’m sitting at the end with my pot of treasure.
Her hand sinks into my hair, her hips wiggle, and she lets out another moan. This one full of arousal and need.
I push away her fingers and suck her clit into my mouth. She grinds her hips out at me, trying to get more. I lick her clit, her pussy, sucking on her, biting down on her sensitive flesh.
Her hand tightens in my hair. The burn in my scalp only drives me farther into my frenzy to hear her scream my name.
Sliding three fingers into her pussy, I curl them at the knuckle, finding the soft flesh. She squeals and bucks up at me even harder.
“Good girl.” I mutter into her pussy. “Come for me. Give me everything.”
I twist my fingers, fucking her harder, sucking harder on her clit until she’s arching off the bed and screaming.
A good man would let the waves of her orgasm settle. A good man would kiss her tenderly and move slowly with her.
I’m not a good man. Not even close.
I shove my jeans down past my ass, freeing my cock, heavy with need. I line up our eyes, framing her face with both my hands. The thick scent of her pussy fills the space between us.
“I’m not going to be gentle.”
“Fuck no, never.” She smiles, pulling her legs up just as I thrust inside her body.
“Clean me, baby.” I shove my fingers into her mouth, and greedily she sucks her arousal from them. She brings her eyes to mine, increasing how hard she suckles.
I can’t hold back; I won’t hold back.
The bed slams against the wall when I plow into her again. She lets go of my fingers, crying out with her own urgency.
She wraps her legs around my hips. I fuck her deeper and harder. She claws at me; even through my shirt I can feel her fingernails biting into my skin.
“Fuck, baby.” I twist my hips, driving us both crazy with the new angle.
Her head rolls back as she arches her back. I bite down on her neck, licking away the teeth marks before they can form. Such a sweet girl.
On the outside she’s all bristle and steel, but the Elana I’ve been watching and waiting for has a soft middle.
Another moan.
“Artem!” She digs her fingers into me. Her eyes glisten with desire. A thin sheet of sweat covers my back.
“Your pussy’s so hot, so wet, so mine.” I growl. Every time I say that word—mine—it becomes truer.
“Yours, all yours.” She reaches up, kissing my neck. “All yours.”
Electricity zips down my spine, pulling my balls tight. I’m teetering on the edge, but I hold back.
My Babygirl needs to fly again.
Reaching between our bodies, I easily find her clit, swollen and wet. Her eyes fly to mine when I pinch the sensitive flesh.
“You ready, Babygirl?” I kiss the side of her mouth. “You ready to scream for your daddy?”
I don’t give her any time to answer. I fuck her harder, rubbing her clit with my fingers and biting down on her neck again. It’s the little bite of pain that pushes her over the edge.
And then she’s soaring.
“Oh, god. Daddy!” She bucks up at me. If I had more patience, I’d pin her hips down and watch her wade through her arousal.
But I’m short on patience tonight. I slam into her, finally letting my body give over. My orgasm rips through me fast and furious. Stars twinkle in my side vision.
My cock throbs. Electricity hums through my muscles. When my lungs start working again, I peer down at her.
“Shit, you okay?” I lean up, taking some of my weight off of her.
She laughs and shoves her hands into her hair. “Fuck yes.”
I kiss her cheek, her chin, the tip of her nose before I dive in and take her mouth. My cock is still buried in her, but I have no desire to leave her.
She kisses me back, matching my fever with her own.
“You are crushing me just a little, though.” She feigns being unable to breath and gently pushes against my shoulder.
“Still a brat.” I pinch her hip. “I have a cure for that, you know.”
Mischief flashes in her eyes. “Does it involve your belt?”
It’s my turn to laugh. “You weren’t so happy with it the last time I brought it out.” I remind her. “There was a lot of howling.”
She bites the corner of her mouth, as though she’s toying with the idea of telling me something. There can’t be any secrets here. She can hide things from her brothers, her sisters-in-law, but not me.
Never me.
“Tell me.” Using my thumb, I pull her lip from her teeth.
“I hated it when you were doing it.” She starts, letting out a soft breath. “But when I think back on it, I don’t know, it’s kinda hot.”
“If I remember, your pussy was soaked by the time I was done with you. Your mind might have hated it, but your body loved it.”
She shoves my shoulder. “No, my ass was on fire for hours. I did not enjoy it.”
I roll off her and the bed, yanking up my jeans. “You’ve already said you find it hot, why backtrack now?”
She wiggles herself under the covers, pulling them up around her and covering her gorgeous body from my view.
“The idea is hot, not the actual act.”
I hook my hands on my hips. “Then I guess you should be a very good girl, so you don’t have to test your theory.”
Leaning over her, I brush her hair from her face and kiss her.
“Aren’t you coming to lie down?” She sounds disappointed when I stand back up.
“I need to check some things and make sure everything’s locked down. I’ll be in bed soon. You should sleep though, way past your bedtime.”
She frowns. “I don’t have a bedtime, and don’t even start talking like you’re going to pretend to give me one.”
“You know, if you fold your arms over your chest and wrinkle your brow just a little more, you’ll look like a little girl having a tantrum.
” I cover her mouth with my hand to stop the impending explosion.
“Careful, you’re going to test out that punishment theory sooner rather than later if you keep it up. ”
She licks my palm.