Chapter 9 - Arko
I thought I was still dreaming when I felt Beatrice Lebedev standing by my bedside, screaming at me to wake up. So I tugged at her hand and pulled her in, maybe to shut her up, or to continue what we’d already started in my head.
“What the—?” she yelped, trying to jerk free from the shock of the motion, but I hadn’t realized she was the real deal as I rolled her beneath me, her body pressed against my naked chest, until it was too late.
By the time I realized it, Beatrice was already in my grip, her eyes blazing with fire and her body writhing under me in ways that weren’t helping my already slipping sense of control.
My blood heated and curled, my cock growing larger at the feel of how she molded into me and my bed. I watched, my face inches away from hers, as she raged on about how she didn’t like being spied on.
My dream had been a hot mess, one in which Beatrice was deliciously naked, and I was making her beg. The fact that I could feel her soft body denting into my bed, burning into my skin, wasn’t exactly helping to curtail the desire still flooding through my veins.
God, she was raging mad.
“You gave your staff a brief on me? Seriously?” she hissed, the air between us thickening with tension as I spread my mouth into a slow grin.
I knew she wanted answers, but I couldn’t just flip off the switch on what I’d done to her in my sleep, how I licked a trail down her glistening naked body and parted her legs, how I drove my fingers in her pussy and made her body arch to the skies.
The blush spreading across her cheeks told me she was totally aware of my nakedness and how hard I was against her thigh.
“Do you want to explain yourself?” she glowered. Her hands, I noticed, didn’t tug to break free beneath my hold, like she didn’t really want to move either.
“Do you want to explain what you’re doing in my bedroom?” I answered with a question, releasing her hands. But I kept her braced in by placing my arms on either side of her shoulders, just to see what she might do next.
I should have just let her go, but my brain wasn’t in command anymore.
She narrowed her eyes, looking feline and fucking damn beautiful for a man who was already too far gone. She raised her chest off the bed, brushing it against mine, as her lips came inches away from mine.
“Next time, don’t send people sneaking up on me,” she hissed, her breath ghosting over my lips. I felt the whisper of a wind, the heat licking on the corners of my lips, spreading down my spine.
And Beatrice just stayed there, daring me on. Her eyes widened as I watched, like she too felt we had crossed a line too far to turn back from.
And then, her eyes dropped to my lips, letting me see every filthy thought running through her mind straight up with one lingering look of desire.
If it was me she expected to see restraint from, she wasn’t getting it.
I snapped, leaning down to crash my lips against her, the force of the kiss and strength of my body pushing her back down on the bed.
The next thing I knew, we were both reaching for skin.
My hands twisted through her hair, clutching at the nape of her neck, and her hands palmed on my chest, her nails digging into my skin as she moaned against the kiss and clutched tight.
God, now I was truly awake, as some primal force within me slowly lit up every nerve end in my body. I kissed her harder, like I’d starve without her, and she moved her hands around my back, clutching and digging into my waist to pull me closer toward her.
In that moment, I realized the real Beatrice Lebedev felt better than any dream. I breathed into her mouth, sliding my tongue in to claim, and she wrapped her legs around my naked waist, her heat through her clothes enveloping my cock like a cocoon.
I was a man gone by this point.
“Fuck,” I groaned, tilting her neck back to get her to open wider. “You can wake me like this any fucking time you want.”
“Keep dreaming,” she hissed back, biting into my lower lip. There was something carnal in that bite, a dare and a challenge that got me sweltering with a heat that I knew could only cool if I had more of Beatrice.
My hands moved without thought, reaching for the hem of her shirt. She moaned and arched as my tongue swept over the roof of her mouth, and my hand skimmed just below her belly button. I felt a thrill light up my skin as she moaned and arched, writhing under me to feel more.
She wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
I bit her lower lip gently, tugging, then soothed the sting with my tongue. She made a small, needy sound, and I slipped my hand higher, tracing the wiring of her bra, before moving further up to cup her breast.
Fuck. She felt utterly amazing to the touch, her breasts pooling on top of the bra, fitting right into my palms, and I dug my hips deeper against her thighs, letting her feel all the things her body was doing to me.
Somewhere behind me, I felt the landline in my room ring. I ignored it, letting it die out.
She began to circle her hips, grinding into me in ways that I know would make her blush later. For now, though, I let her feel my cock bulging against her, let her fill up on this small, teasing pleasure as I pressed harder against her, grinding back in a slow, erotic manner.
I gripped her hip with one hand, digging in tight, my other now flicking her nipple through her bra. I took deep, rolling breaths to ground myself in this moment and remember every single second of how beautifully she reacted to me, my touch, and my body.
I pulled away from the kiss, seeking more, and trailed down her face, chin, and neck, to the point just above her shoulder.
The phone rang again. I let it die out.
I sucked gently, and her hips bucked up, making me lose my mind at the feel of her grinding beneath me.
I squeezed her breast, and she moaned, the sound hitting me right at the source of all my carnal desires. I shifted, moving my hand from her thigh to push her dress up with one hand, desperate to feel more of her skin.
“How are you so soft?” I murmured, my hand sliding higher to trace patterns on her inner thigh. “Everywhere I touch you, you’re so fucking soft.”
She whimpered, her legs falling open slightly in an invitation I couldn’t resist. I traced higher and higher, until my fingertips brushed the edge of her panties.
Fuck my life. She was soaking wet, and my head was already swimming.
“Oh my god, Arko,” she whimpered, her hand chasing mine as she curled around it and pushed deeper, setting me on fire.
I watched, mesmerized at how her eyes closed shut, and her mouth fell open when I slinked a finger past the edge of her panties, to swipe up her wet slit.
She was gorgeous to watch, a delight, and a god damn sin.
I dug in just the slightest tip of my finger to let her feel the pressure, not yet entering, and her legs parted open wider like I was the best damn thing she’d felt all day.
She moaned, and I moved to circle her clit in a tease, but the ringing of the landline pooled over the whimpers she made.
“That fucking phone,” she growled.
“You’re telling me.” I circled quicker, and she arched off the bed, letting out a little sob of pleasure.
My eyes were glued to her face, watching how her eyes rolled back and her jaw clenched from trying not to scream in pleasure.
I felt her clit rolling deliciously beneath my touch when—
That god damn phone again. This time, it went to voicemail, and I heard the message being recorded, which played straight through to the speaker, the usual setting.
I was about to return my full attention to Beatrice when I heard my brother Andrey’s voice booming over the room.
“Arko, pick up your damn phone. We’re heading into your house now. Alena wanted to surprise you with breakfast, so… surprise. See you in a quick second.”
I pulled back my hand just as Beatrice pushed her hands against my chest, pushing me away.
“Your siblings are here?” she squeaked, looking mortified as her eyes darted to the bedroom door.
“Fuck!” I hissed, my eyes freezing on hers. I still hadn’t told them about everything that happened with Beatrice, and right about now, they were walking into my house. The whole damn lot of them. I hated that my brothers and sisters hadn’t yet learned that not all surprises were welcome.
“Oh, Arko…” I heard my youngest sister, Anja, sing. “Come out, come out. We’re here, brother.”
Beatrice threw me a look of fright, and I knew there was no time as I heard a horde of footsteps outside my door.
I couldn’t risk them coming in here and seeing her in my bed, and that too, with me naked.
Beatrice looked like she could read my thoughts as she frantically began to tug her shirt back in place, fix her hair, and clean off the lipstick smudged around her lips.
“I don’t want to meet them like this,” she hissed. “Not the first time around.”
“I know, I know.” I panicked, rushing to look for clothes. But my closet was right by the door, and they’d walk in any second now.
“Here!” Beatrice whispered loudly, pulling off the blanket and throwing it at me.
It felt like a race against time as I wrapped it around my waist and rushed for the door, hoping to catch them in the hallway and ask them to wait while I got dressed. I couldn’t just let them in and see Beatrice before I told them about her.
I was already thinking of how furious they’d be.
I reached the door, ready to pull it open and stop them outside, just as Alek opened the door and my ill-mannered siblings stumbled in behind him.
“Your housekeeper said you were still asleep. We thought we’d wake you—” Alek clicked his tongue, but then his eyes trailed behind me and landed straight on Beatrice.
“Well, well,” Artyom said, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Interrupting something, brother?”
Alena was the last to come around the corner. “What’s going on? Why are you all crowded—oh!” Her eyes widened as she took in the scene. “Sorry, we didn’t realize you had… company.”