Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ANTON
I pull my pants back into place while she rises and throws her arms around me, ignoring the scowl I give her.
“So…how did I do?” The smug confidence on her face tells me she already knows the answer.
“It was acceptable.” Forgetting that I can’t kiss her, I pinch her chin and draw her closer until her mouth nearly touches mine.
Kissing is personal. It turns sex into something more, and I don’t want more. I only want this. I can handle this.
At least I think I can, because giving it up is no longer an option.
What are you going to do when she’s dead?
Find someone else to satisfy me.
But the thought disgusts me.
New plan. Fuck her, then be done when the job is done. I was a virgin before her. I can go back.
“Just acceptable?” She pops a brow. “Do you have any feedback so I can improve for the future?”
“You plan on sucking more cocks?”
“Of course.” She shrugs. “Why would you ever think yours would be the only one?”
Her throat is in my grasp before I know what’s happening. “Don’t toy with me, Thora. I don’t play nice.”
She bites the edge of her lip and rises on her toes, inching closer. “Neither do I, baby.”
In a flash, I throw her up against the nearest wall, her bare chest pressing against me. My gaze captures hers, our breaths hard and tangled before I drop my lips to her ear.
“Let me make this real fucking clear, printsessa. You suck, fuck, or even touch another man’s cock after you’ve had mine, I’ll cut it off and choke him with it.”
Her eyes widen as I pitch back.
“Glad you understand now.”
“So wait a minute.” She pushes at my chest, a minuscule slant edging her mouth. “We aren’t together—we aren’t even friends—and you’re already making rules about who I can fuck? Doesn’t seem fair to me.”
“Life isn’t fair. Sorry to be the one to break it to you.” My fingers constrict around her delicate, breakable throat.
She sniggers. “And what do I get out of this except your constant scowl?”
“You get this.” I thrust two fingers into her pussy, and her nails dig into my biceps as she clings to me.
“Fuck, Anton…”
“So do we have a deal?” I drive them deeper, harder, my thumb gliding over her clit until she can barely form a word.
“Yes, yes. Whatever you want.”
My cock is already hardening again just from seeing her this desperate for me. One corner of my mouth lifts as I pull my fingers free, drawing a frustrated groan from her.
“That’s not nice.” She huffs.
I drag my wet fingers across my lips before sucking them clean, groaning when her taste floods my tongue. Her mouth falls open as she watches, and I press those same fingers between her lips. She holds my stare while sucking every trace of herself from them.
I don’t know what it will feel like to have her cunt wrapped around my cock, but the need to find out is becoming relentless.
“I’m not a nice person. You should know that already.”
She grabs my forearm. “I think there’s more to you than that.”
“No, there isn’t.”
Before she can convince me otherwise, I turn her around, undo my pants and shove them down, drag her panties to her knees, then impale her on my cock until we’re both groaning.
The instant her wet cunt closes around me, every thought disappears beneath the perfection of it. I don’t even know what to compare it to because nothing has ever felt this fucking good.
“Oh, shit,” she hisses, pushing her ass back against me.
I grab a handful and spank her hard, dragging a sharp gasp from her. Then I drive into her deeper and faster, my body knowing exactly what to do.
“Don’t stop.” She bends forward until her palms hit the wall, opening herself wider and giving me more access to her pussy.
Would she be turned off if she knew she was my first?
I have no intention of finding out. Women like Thora want men with experience, not some fucked-up bastard who’s never made a woman come before her.
Not that I haven’t had opportunities. I simply never wanted anyone enough to act on them, and the thought of getting close to another person held no appeal.
It still doesn’t. Thora is the exception. I can take what I need while giving her what she wants. Besides, I have to keep tabs on her anyway, and fucking her gives me another way to do that.
“Anton, oh God, I’m gonna come again.”
I wind her hair around my wrist and pull her head back until her eyes meet mine. “You’re drenched, printsessa. Do you always enjoy things you shouldn’t?”
Her eyes suck me in. “Only when it feels this good.”
With a groan, I pound into her, unable to stop.
Blyat. She makes it hard to resist her.
My hips move on autopilot while I rub her clit between my fingers until her cries echo through the room.
Not ready for this to end, I force myself to slow down, holding back my release so I can make it last. My mouth drops to her neck, kissing and sucking the skin there as I pull my hips back before slamming into her again.
“Please, please.” Her pussy clasps around me.
“If you need to come, then ask for it.”
With a frustrated sound, she reaches back and grabs my throat. “Fuck me harder and make me come.”
My God. This woman.
A growl tears from me as I push her head down and bend her over, my fist tightening in her hair. Then I let go, driving into her faster and rougher until her screams fill the room.
“That’s it. Otdaysya mne.” Give yourself to me.
I bury myself deeper inside her, and her body finally surrenders.
“Anton!” She comes apart with a strangled cry, her nails scraping helplessly against the wall as she squirts onto the floor.
One more thrust sends me over the edge. A rough grunt rips from my chest as I spill inside her, my palms locked around her hips while I give her something I’ve never given anyone else.
When the last tremor leaves me, I’m completely spent. I press slow kisses up her spine.
“That was nice.”
She laughs, still bracing herself against the wall. “Nice? Acceptable? You really know the way to a woman’s heart.”
What does she want me to say? Incredible? Life-altering? Something I never knew existed before she walked into my life?
“It was the best I’ve ever had. Are you happy now?”
“Immensely.” She glances back at me with a grin, her eyes sparkling in the cutest fucking way.
So cute it makes me want to gouge my own eyes out.
“Shit.” I grip the back of my neck. “I didn’t wear a condom.”
She shrugs. “It’s fine. I’m on the pill.”
Slava Bogu. Thank God.
No one wants me to be a father, that’s for sure.
I step away as she straightens, and the instant she reaches for her dress, I hate that I won’t get to look at her anymore.
I help her pull it back into place, sliding the straps over her shoulders before fastening the zipper.
Then I bend down and tug her panties up, my touch lingering far longer than necessary.
“I should probably go home now.” Her fingertips trace the edge of my jaw.
“You should.”
But I don’t move aside. I keep her pinned between me and the wall, unwilling to give up the feeling of her hands on me.
“Bye, Anton.” Her eyelids grow heavy as her palm glides over my face.
“Bye, Thora.”
I press my mouth to her cheek, and a soft groan slips from her as her hand closes around the back of my head, keeping me there.
“This could become addictive,” she breathes.
“Maybe we should stop, then.”
“That’s not how addiction works, Mr. Marinov.”
I draw back with a smirk. “Then I guess we’re both fucked.”
“I’m okay with that.” She threads her fingers through my hair until my eyes fall shut.
Damn, I could get used to this.
But you can’t.
We stay that way for a while, and it physically hurts when she presses her palms to my chest, forcing me to move.
“As much as I’m enjoying this, it’s getting late, and I hate driving in the dark, so I should go.”
Why does she hate driving in the dark? Did something happen? Or is she just afraid?
“I’ll take you home.”
“What? No. I’ll be fine.”
“I wasn’t asking. We’ll take your car, and one of my men will drive me back.”
“Anton…”
But when I give her a look that makes it clear we’re done talking about it, she shakes her head and smiles.
“You know, for a man who says he’s terrible, you sure as hell have a funny way of showing it.”
“Come on, annoying. You talk too much.”
I stride toward the foyer, and she laughs under her breath as she grabs her handbag and hurries after me. The sound of her laughter follows me all the way outside, sticking in my head, and I’m not sure I want it gone.
When we reach her car, I open the passenger door and brace one hand against the top of the frame, but instead of getting in, she stops beside me.
Her irises lift to mine, and my chest draws tight.
Not because she’s looking at me. Women look at me all the time.
It’s the way she does it, like there’s something inside me worth finding.
I don’t like it. Or maybe I do, and that’s where the problem is. Another few weeks of this, and I’ll be listening to love songs while staring out windows like some lovesick teenager.
The thought makes me cringe.
“Get in before I change my mind and leave you here.” I gesture toward the seat.
Her mouth twitches. “You say the sweetest things after sex.”
“I’m a very romantic man.”
“It shows.”
“At least I know I’m doing something right.”
Amusement brightens her face before her expression turns serious. “No one can know about this, okay?”
“Know what?” I move aside so she can climb in.
Relief passes over her features as she slides into the seat. I shut the door and walk around to the driver’s side, my men pulling in behind us by the time I start the engine.
I keep my focus on the road as I drive. I have plenty to lose too. Konstantin won’t be pleased when he finds out I’m sleeping with the target, but I’ve done worse. Significantly worse. Like the time I blew up a car full of a client’s men because they looked at me funny.
Here’s hoping my brother remains in a forgiving mood.