Chapter 22
CHAPTER 22
KOSTYA
H er body clenched around me, a tight, desperate vice, and my vision whited out.
I thrust into her harder, deeper, chasing something that had always been inevitable.
Thank fuck she broke for me.
She said what I needed to hear not because I didn’t already know.
I had always known.
Her body had told me in a thousand ways—every gasping breath, every slow, aching roll of her hips, every slick, trembling inch of her yielding beneath my touch.
She had always been mine, long before she understood it herself.
What mattered was that she understood it now.
That she accepted it.
That she stopped fighting the truth she had been running from for years.
No more shame.
No more hesitation .
No more pretending she could fight this, that she could escape me, that she could deny what had always belonged to us.
I had spent too long fighting this, shoving my desires into the coldest, deepest part of myself and locking them away, convincing myself that resisting her was the right thing to do. That keeping my hands off her, even when she was the only thing I ever fucking wanted, made me a good man. That ignoring this hunger would absolve me of my sins.
It had all been a fucking lie.
Because this moment, this act, this collision of bodies was always going to happen.
Her nails dragged against the glossy tiles as she arched, her back a perfect, graceful curve. Water trailed down her spine, pooling at the small of her back before sliding lower. She lifted her hips, offering herself to me without even realizing she was doing it.
My greedy girl wanted it all.
And this was where I was meant to be.
Right here.
Inside her.
Claiming her completely.
And now that I had, there was no going back.
I was done denying myself. Done resisting. Done pretending.
She was mine.
And I was never letting her go.
I would deal with Solovyov—through reason, business, negotiation, or bloodshed. I didn’t care what it took.
He was not taking her from me .
For the rest of my life, Marina would be mine.
She would be in my bed, her body tangled with mine, where I would spend every moment learning her all over again.
I pressed my fingers against her clit, firm and knowing, controlling the pace, dragging her exactly where I wanted her to go.
It took her a moment to adjust to me inside her again, to take all of me, but when she did—Fuck.
She didn’t just take me.
She demanded me.
Grinding back, meeting my thrusts, moaning for me with a desperation that sent my blood boiling.
She could lie to herself all she wanted.
She could pretend this was a mistake.
But I wasn’t going to let her deny this.
Not ever again.
“Kostya,” she gasped, my name falling from her lips like a prayer.
She was unraveling. Coming apart beneath me, tightening around my cock, her body betraying her with every pulse, every squeeze.
My own restraint frayed at the edges. My muscles tensed, the coil of pleasure winding tight at the base of my spine.
But I would not come until she did.
Twice.
“Say it again,” I growled, my lips against the shell of her ear. “Tell me how much you want this.”
Her body trembled, shuddering in my hands .
“God, please don’t stop,” she choked out. “Please, please, please.” Her voice broke on the last word.
Something in me snapped.
I pressed harder against her clit, my free hand sliding to cup her breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers.
A strangled cry tore from her throat, a raw, desperate sound as her body locked up.
And then she came. Hard.
Her pussy clenched down around me as if she never wanted to let me go.
My control hung by a thread.
“Tell me,” I demanded roughly. “How long have you been waiting for this? How long have you wanted me?”
She was still trembling, breathless, her body pulsing from the aftershocks of pleasure.
“Since the moment I saw you,” she panted. “I knew I wanted you, but I couldn’t have you. I tried, but no one else—” She cut herself off, as if she hadn’t meant to say so much.
But fuck, it made me feel good.
She had been dreaming about me for just as long as I had been pining for her.
I closed my eyes for half a second, trying to tamp down my own pleasure, fighting the inevitable.
But then she whispered, “Kostya, please.”
I opened my eyes.
“I can’t take much more,” she gasped. “I can’t?—”
My voice was razor-sharp, cutting through her plea. “You will take as much as I decide to give you. ”
I tightened my grip on her hips, dragging her back against me, sinking even deeper.
“I’m not done,” I growled, my fingers digging into her flesh. “And I won’t be done until you come again.”
“Kostya, please.”
“Come for me one more time, moy zaichonok .”
Her body obeyed before her mind did. Her fingers curled against the tile, her spine bowing as she came for me again while her pussy milked me, slick and tight, and this time I didn’t hold back.
I slammed into her, deep, hard, and spilled inside of her with a shuddering groan.
My vision flickered black at the edges, my entire body tightening as I pumped my seed into her, emptying every last drop inside her. Completely unprotected.
Not an accident. Not a slip.
Deliberate.
A better man would have pulled out. Would have given her a choice.
Fuck that.
She didn’t get a choice.
Not anymore.
An image seared into my mind of Marina, belly swollen with my child. My heir.
It struck something deep, something primal.
I could almost see it, her soft, curvy body changing, growing round with the evidence of what I had done to her. My seed taking root inside her, making her mine in a way no one could ever undo.
Marina had been made for this. For me .
She could fight me, run from me, lie to herself all she wanted.
But if I put a baby inside her…
She wouldn’t be able to run.
She would never escape me.
She would have no choice but to stay by my side, to belong to me in the most permanent, inescapable way possible.
There would be no more guilt, no more hesitation, no more denial.
Just thinking about Marina carrying my child made my heart ache. It was going to happen. I was going to keep this girl by my side, in my bed. She was going to be the wife I wanted, not the one I was forced to accept. And she would never, ever leave me.
I would make sure of it.
My Marina.
My wife.
All I had to do was keep her alive long enough to make sure her sister’s mistakes didn’t destroy her.