Chapter 31
Alina
Gavriil has less control over things than I thought, but he’s especially started losing control over me.
Just like we wanted.
I’ve said so many things that deserve punishment in his book, but instead of sending me back to the cage, he’s ready to tear off my clothes while I eagerly lie on his desk.
This is not the same Gavriil who kills people with a silent nod of his head or who forced me to wear lingerie for him on two separate occasions.
But what exactly has changed? It can’t just be me.
Either way, I enjoy having a little control over him. This is what I’ve been working toward for days, what I need to do to convince him to release Dominik. Somehow, I’ve become a weak spot, burrowed my way into his mind, and wreaked havoc.
Unfortunately, I think that he’s done the same thing to me, too.
I don’t know how that happened or why. And if I think about it too long, I’ll hate myself for it.
Dominik gave me permission to do what I need to do, so when Gavriil unlaces my boots and slips them off I don’t feel nearly as guilty as before. He moves with determination, no fumbling around like last night, and he certainly hasn’t repeated anything that he said when he was drunk either.
I doubt he meant any of it, besides admitting that he was jealous. I think he’s always been jealous of Dominik, and the way people admire his quiet strength. His admiration in the Bratva is a threat to Gavriil’s position. Or it was, before Dom’s betrayal.
Still, despite his many flaws, I’ve developed a soft spot for the stubborn, ruthless Pakhan. It grew a little more the night I found out that Dominik’s only alive today because of Gavriil’s selfless sacrifice.
The man I love’s protector slips his hands under my dress to pull off my tights, leaving my panties in place. With hunger in his eyes, he pushes the short skirt of my dress up to my waist, exposing the white lace underneath.
Gavriil mutters something under his breath in Russian. Judging from his tone, it’s either a curse or a compliment.
“What…what did you say?” I ask him.
Gavriil’s eyes flicker up to mine, a darker blue than normal. “That you’re gorgeous in white lace.”
My face warms. He’s said far dirtier things to me, but this is a genuine compliment. “Did you pick out this outfit?”
“I gave Ulyana free rein this time,” Gavriil replies as his hands roam up my bare thighs. “She did well.”
I was surprised but happy to see Ulyana again. It was nice to have one friendly face around.
“What would you have chosen? Another corset?” I ask him.
The side of his mouth turns up as his thumb grazes the middle section of my panties between my thighs, making heat burn within me. “You didn’t like the dress I chose last time?”
I actually did, but I don’t want to pump up his ego even more.
“Not really.”
“You should watch your pride, Alina.”
My eyes nearly roll out of my head as I scoff. “You want to talk about pride? Instead of apologizing to your own brother, you’re between my thighs right now. You can’t hide from your responsibilities forever, Gavriil.”
“No, but I’ll enjoy hiding here for now,” he says.
Desire pools low in my stomach as he leans down to press a teasing kiss against the thin fabric of my panties.
Dominik flashes through my mind. I’m a little angry at him for putting me in this position, for encouraging me to manipulate Gavriil, so I plan to enjoy myself just this once.
The moment Gavriil tugs my panties to the side and presses his mouth flush against my core, every thought escapes my mind anyway.
“Oh, God,” I breathe out before clamping my hand down over my mouth.
Gavriil is quick to pull my hand away and pin it against the top of his desk before returning his head between my thighs.
His tongue flutters rapidly as he feasts on me, making me writhe helplessly beneath his mouth.
My nails scrape against the wood as he drags his tongue over my clit, using the perfect amount of pressure to make my back arch.
Gavriil groans against me, and the sound somehow makes me throb even more. He hooks his arms around my thighs, pulling them farther apart and anchoring me in place so that I can’t squirm away.
My hand flies into his hair, tugging on it, holding him still when he hits that perfect spot, controlling him for once.
This powerful, intimidating man is devouring me ruthlessly on his desk like he can’t get enough, as if he’s thought about burying his face between my thighs for a long time.
My eyes flutter shut as a wave of bliss washes over me.
“Oh! Oh God, Gavriil!” I exclaim as he drags two fingers through my wetness before pushing them deep inside of me under his flicking tongue.
The pressure colliding with the friction makes my mind hazy, sheer pleasure flooding my senses. He would be so easy to resist if he was terrible at this or if his gorgeous blue eyes weren’t staring up at me hazy with need.
But that’s not the case. I try my best to resist him and fail repeatedly.
Gavriil hooks his fingers upward and starts rocking them in and out, pushing against a spot that makes my walls tighten. He groans again as his eyes fall shut, becoming consumed by me and my taste.
I race toward an orgasm at what feels like the speed of light, forcing his face tighter against my body as the coil in my stomach twists tighter and tighter. “Please, Gavriil…please…I’m so close.”
I’m babbling at this point, reduced to a desperate mess, and I can tell by the way that he doubles down that he loves it. He wants me to beg and moan and splinter to pieces for him while screaming his name, and only his name.
And he gets his wish.
Pleasure zips up my spine and then through the rest of my body, making me cry out his name again and arch off the desk.
Gavriil doesn’t stop. He draws out my orgasm for as long as he can with little licks. When I start shuddering from how sensitive I am, he finally pauses.
“That was…”
I don’t have time to catch my breath and finish my sentence before Gavriil’s tongue slides through my wet folds down to my entrance. With his eyes on mine, he slips his two fingers free, licks them clean, then resumes working them in and out of me.
He doesn’t let me wiggle away, keeping my legs trapped in his arms as he lowers his mouth to my clit again.
“Gavriil!” The gasp rips from me as he sucks, making my stomach twist in pleasure.
“Again,” he tells me before getting back to work.
“Again?” I question him, my heart pounding as familiar tension builds low in my stomach.
Gavriil thrusts his fingers into me quicker, curling deep to hit that same spot. “Scream my name again, Alina.”
I already feel a second orgasm rising within me as he flicks his tongue against my clit. He knows what’ll throw me over the edge the fastest.
I’m so hot, so turned on, my chest rising and falling as I breathe heavier. I drop my head back against the table, looking up at the ceiling as the tension grows more intense.
There’s no stopping it. He has me ready to shatter again.
Gavriil is determined, registering every sound and reaction that I make. He angles his fingers differently when I let out a shuddery breath. He licks me softer when my thighs tremble in his hold.
Maybe war strategy isn’t his thing, but he certainly knows his way around my body and how to get what reactions he wants out of me.
As my second orgasm thunders closer, I push my fingers into his hair and lift my hips, needily grinding against his face. Sheer desperation for bliss takes hold of me, and I don’t care what I have to do to come again.
“D-Don’t stop,” I beg him. “More…please…”
Gavriil growls against me again, and I can already imagine how hard he probably is right now. No doubt he’ll demand I repay the favor afterwards. The thought of him putting me on my knees, using my mouth to come undone sends me over the edge.
“Oh, God! Gavriil, yes!” I breathe out as my orgasm hits, rippling through me like tidal waves. I tremble beneath his mouth, losing all of my strength and energy in one go until I feel boneless.
Gavriil slips his fingers out of me, but he isn’t finished quite yet. He lowers his head and drags his tongue over my entrance all the way back up to my clit, lapping up my wetness.
I shudder, my body completely spent. Desire fogs my mind as I slowly push myself up onto my elbows, my eyes sinking to the bulge in his slacks as he straightens up. I expect him to undo his belt and push me to my knees, but he doesn’t reach for himself.
Gavriil wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, breathing heavier than normal. His eyes look darker, still hungry for more.
I watch him, wondering what he’s going to do next. Is he going to move away from me and act like this never happened? Fuck me to get another step ahead of his brother?
How far am I willing to go to break him?
Unfortunately, this is another moment when I can’t read him.
Gavriil leans down again, planting his hands on either side of my head. He doesn’t hold my gaze long before pressing a soft, almost timid kiss against my lips. Like he doesn’t understand what he’s doing.
I part my lips against his, tasting myself on his tongue. Sharing that with him turns me on more than I expect, and I can’t stop myself from kissing him deeper.
Gavriil slides one hand under my head, his fingers pushing into my hair. His cock is heavy against my inner thigh, making my head spin with heat.
I ache to have him inside of me, and that thought spurs the guilt that I can’t fully bury.
I shouldn’t do this, not even to try to help Dominik, but every kiss Gavriil presses against my lips quiets my thoughts more and more.
There’s nothing but me and him right now, tangled together in a kiss that takes my breath away.
“Sleep in my bed with me tonight.”
His whispered words make me freeze. My eyes fly open. “What?”
“You heard me,” Gavriil replies, tilting his head so that he can kiss along my jaw. “Don’t choose the cage.”
So that’s what this was about? Going down on me was a bribe to get me into his bed?
He knew after two orgasms I would agree to pretty much anything.
Sleeping with him is a dangerous move. It’s hard enough to resist him when we’re just standing next to each other. Tucked under the same blanket with only inches between us is lethal.
But the thought of sleeping on that thin mattress, cold and alone, makes me crave the warmth of his body even more.
I betray my own common sense with my answer.
“Okay,” I agree and watch his eyes light up in satisfaction. “But only if you apologize to Dom.”
No matter how tangled this has become, I know exactly what I’m doing and why.
I’m not just choosing Gavriil for myself. I’m also choosing Dominik’s freedom.