Chapter 14 #2
And that was why I had no advice to offer.
What was done was done. Didn’t they always say in affairs, it was the children who suffered?
Kirill—although getting away from Irina’s coddling might have saved him because Christ, was he a pussy when I first met him.
The victim here was Chloe because she didn’t choose any of this.
I glanced at Sebastian. Just like my son didn’t choose to be born into this chaos.
I couldn’t shield him from the dangers of what it meant to be related to me, but I could teach him how to survive them.
Looking at Chloe now, the way she was staring into space and looking so despondent, I couldn’t help reaching for her and pulling her close. She didn’t resist. As if that was exactly what she needed.
“I’m sorry.” There. That was the right thing to say, right? I was so out of my depth. But she was the mother of my child. I should offer comfort. With a flimsy barrier of her sleep shirt, her softness molded to my body in a way that made me want to live inside her.
My hands stroked up and down her back. I wasn’t even aware I was doing this. My breaths came faster, not quite exhaling a lungful before I dragged in my next inhale.
I wanted to fuck her.
I was such an asshole.
Maybe she needed an escape? When I fucked her that weekend, it felt like she was running away from something, and I delivered exactly what she needed. And last week when I got her off before Kirill barged in on us, I gave her solace from her fear of storms.
I did two things, and two things well: kill and fuck.
My fingers ran up her sides and cupped her heavy tits, and my thumbs flicked her nipples. She moaned into my chest before she slowly raised her head and kissed the base of my throat.
A deep, affirming sound rumbled inside me, and I slipped my hands under her shirt and cupped her ass, making her aware of the raging erection outlined against her belly.
She raised her eyes, which were fogged with desire. I bent my head and claimed her mouth, devouring it. I was telling myself I was comforting her the way I knew, but guilt was an ever prickly presence.
Sebastian made a tiny sound.
While kissing Chloe, my eyes flicked to my son. Did he even understand what we were doing?
He made a chortling noise and threw his spoon.
Chloe sprang away from me. “Shit,” she whispered. Her cheeks were flaming.
I smirked at Sebastian, and he grinned at me. That little cockblocker.
“We just made out in front of our son!” Chloe exclaimed.
“You think he’s going to remember this?”
Chloe couldn’t look at me and went straight to Sebastian. “I don’t want to traumatize him.”
“He’s only ten months old. I don’t think he’ll have any memory of his parents going at it in the kitchen.”
“Let’s not find out.”
I couldn’t help it, I barked a laugh.
She glared at me before plucking our son out of the high chair. “I’ll clean him up.”
“Chloe…” I was still chuckling, but it seemed making out with me in front of Sebastian sent her over the cliff into motherly mortification.
She disappeared into the nursery.
I stared down at my fully erect cock and sighed.
I was exchanging nonsense texts with Dimitri when I heard the knock on my bedroom door. It was faint, and I thought I’d imagined it until I heard the soft knock again. I set my phone down on the nightstand and opened the door to see Chloe standing there.
She’d changed her sleep shirt and was wearing different colored socks.
But the intoxicating scent of vanilla and orange assailed my nostrils.
Her skin glistened with the dewiness from a shower.
My skin, holding all my muscle and bone together, felt too tight.
Everything inside me wanted to tear out of my skin and devour her.
We didn’t exchange a word. Our eyes locked, and a thousand dirty thoughts passed between us. The frisson of awareness, so electrifying in the inches of space between our bodies, was fully charged with the carnal ferocity trying to break free.
We reached for each other at the same time. Our mouths collided, my tongue diving between her lips. I dragged her into the room, not bothering with the door, and crashed us on the bed.
The kiss broke; I rose above her. The sleep shirt was shoved above her belly button, exposing her bare pussy.
“Fuckkkk!” I growled. “No underwear.”
Her mouth curved with satisfaction. Minx.
I went down on my knees at the side of the bed and dragged her to the edge. I’d been dying for her taste, and I dove right in, my tongue hungrily seeking her cunt.
“Nic!” she moaned.
I nipped her pussy as punishment before I raised my head. “Kolya, say it.”
“I’m sorry,” she gasped. “I was just—”
“Nic is gone from your head, got it?”
“Just…why did you stop?”
“Chloe…”
“Hurry before Sebastian wakes.”
I crawled up her body until we were face-to-face. I clasped her cheeks and stared at her. “Say my name, Chloshka.”
“Kolya,” she whispered, but her eyes were bleeding need and desperation while she rocked against me, brushing my erection.
A rumble climbed up my throat.
“What’s the matter, baby?” I rasped. “Did you work yourself up in the shower?”
“Yes.”
I grabbed her right wrist and brought it up between us. I sniffed her fingers and caught a faint scent of her arousal.
“You couldn’t bring it home?” I smirked.
“Stop teasing,” she moaned and tried to rub her pussy against me.