Chapter 33
GABBY
I’m still pissed. Lies, secrets, the whole damn thing.
But the way Sasha’s looking at me, the way he tastes does something to me, the same way it always does. The sight of the moonlight across his jaw, the lingering musk of him in the air, is too much. I’m powerless in front of him.
I take hold of the front of his shirt, pulling him close.
“I’m still mad. Don’t you forget it. But right now…”
“Right now,” he finishes, “I’m taking what’s mine.”
Mine. I hate the effect that word has on me when he says it.
I pull him by his shirt, bringing him around the chair and pushing him down onto it. His cock is already hard, tenting his slacks. I lower myself onto him, grinding hard. The pleasure is immediate and totally intense, making stars appear in my eyes.
“Jesus, Gabriella,” he growls. “Just like that.”
He puts his hands on my hips and rolls me slowly, digging his fingers into my thighs as I press my clit against his head through his pants. I want him more than ever.
I slide off and onto my knees, unzipping him and freeing that thick, gorgeous cock. He weaves his hands into my hair as I lock my eyes on his manhood.
My fingers wrap around his base. He’s already leaking, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
I lick it off slowly, savoring the salt, then I sink my mouth onto him.
I’d almost forgotten how thick he is, how wrapping my lips around him almost hurts my jaw from the stretch.
But it’s all worth it for the taste, for the way he growls when I hum against him.
“Jesus, your mouth…”
I go up and down a few times, teasing him with my tongue, savoring his moan. When I’m ready, I pull off him with a wet pop. I lean forward and grab him by the shirt, pulling him up. He grins.
“You’re bossy tonight.”
“Let’s just say I’m in the mood to teach you a lesson.”
“I’m ready to be taught.”
I lead him to the desk, the moon huge in the sky beyond the window.
Before I can give my next command, he takes me by the hips and spins me around to face him, then lifts and sets me on the edge of the desk.
He drops to his knees, grabbing my pants and panties by the waistband and pulling them down.
Once they’re off my ankles, he leans forward and buries his face between my thighs.
“Holy shit.”
The pleasure is immediate and total. His tongue spears into me, hot and hard, lapping up my juices, pressing onto my clit in the way that drives me wild. I lean back on my hands, my chest rising and falling from the pleasure.
“Just like that, Sasha. Don’t you dare stop.”
He doesn’t. He slips two fingers inside me, curling them just right, my vision blurring, the moon a fuzzy silver disc overhead. His tongue finds my clit, and he licks tight circles with a relentless pace. I rock my hips against his face, chasing every little bit of pleasure.
“Sasha, you’re gonna make me…”
The coil snaps and I come hard, clamping my thighs onto his head, a moan tearing from my throat as I flood his tongue. He drinks it all, his lips glistening and his eyes practically feral when he finally stands.
I hook my legs around his waist, pressing my heels into the small of his back as I pull him closer. “I need you inside me. Now.”
He grins. I’m calling the shots, but the look on his face, that glint in his eyes, almost makes me think that somehow, he’s still in control.
Sasha positions his cock against my slit, and with one deep, slow thrust he’s buried to the hilt.
He stretches me wide in that perfect way he always does, the burn so sweet and delicious.
We both groan, and he leans forward so our foreheads are pressed together.
He kisses me slowly and deeply as he pulls back and drives in again.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he says. “Every bit of you.”
Each stroke drags against my walls, his swollen head pushing so, so deep.
“Harder,” I moan. “Please.”
He gives me what I need, sweeping his arms under my legs, hooking my ankles over his shoulders.
The position gives him the perfect angle, his cock driving deeper and hitting all the spots that make my toes curl.
My gaze is locked onto his perfect body, those gorgeous muscles tensing and flexing as he wrecks me.
“Come for me,” he growls. “I want to see it. Now.”
His hips snap with each punishing thrust. It takes no time at all before the second orgasm barrels through me, my pussy fluttering and my back arching as I come. He doesn’t stop, riding me through it.
I’m barely back to my senses before he wraps his arm around my waist, lifting me off the desk and carrying me back to the couch.
He sits and I straddle him, sinking slowly, savoring every thick inch until my ass touches his thighs.
I flatten my hands on his chest and lean forward, kissing him again.
“A queen on her throne,” he says through the kiss. I can’t help but chuckle, shake my head.
I roll my hips back and forth, dragging his cock along every sensitive wall. My breasts bounce heavily, and he scoops them into his hands, leaning forward and licking my nipples as I ride him.
“Faster,” he growls.
I obey, picking up speed, rising and falling on top of his length, my clit grinding against his base.
“Come with me,” he says. “I want to feel it as I explode deep inside you.”
I shatter, walls gripping his length, pleasure ripping through me.
He lets out a lion’s roar as he comes, his hips shuttering as he spills hot inside me, his cock pulsing. We come together, shaking, sweat-slicked. The climax rises and falls, and I close my eyes and focus on the sensation of his warmth spreading so deep inside.
I stay on his lap, feeling him go soft inside me until he finally lifts me off his lap. I rest my head on his shoulder, not wanting to move. His fingers trace lazy lines across my back. The air smells sweet from our lovemaking.
After a long silence, his voice rumbles against me. “I owe you an apology.”
I lift my head slightly. “For what? Being an overbearing control freak? Or how about the time you nearly took my head off with a flying glass.”
His mouth twitches. It’s not a smile, not quite.
More like something sheepish, embarrassed.
“For both.” He exhales through his nose, then takes my hand and places it on his chest. “That night, I lost control. I told myself it was you simply not understanding the gravity of our situation, that it was a frustration only I could understand. But the truth is simpler—I was scared.”
“Scared?” I echo, my voice soft.
He nods. “Scared of what I’m becoming. Scared of what I could lose.
You. Our children. The future I’m trying to build for all of us.
” He looks at me with a rawness in his eyes that I’ve never seen before.
“I’m still learning how to be the man they’ll need.
And the man you deserve. And on top of it all, I have to keep you safe. ”
I brush my thumb along his jaw, rough and warm. “You don’t have to be perfect. Just don’t whip glassware at the walls when you’re upset.”
That earns a small chuckle. “Noted.” He kisses my forehead, and I can almost feel the contrition. “I will protect you. All of you. That’s my vow. But I’ll do it differently now. No rage. No walls. I’ll be better.”
His tone feels real enough to unclench my heart, to release a pressure inside me that I’d been carrying for a long time.
“Good. Because I can’t do this alone.”
“You don’t have to.”
The words hang between us in the dark and the silence. My eyelids are growing heavier by the second, the night finally catching up with me. His hand moves up and down, up and down along my spine, as if he’s coaxing me to rest.
I let go, finally, drifting toward sleep, held in the solid warmth of his arms. Before sleep takes me completely, a small thought flickers.
Is he still hiding something?