Chapter 14 #3
“Naughty, naughty girl,” I scolded. “Your orgasms are mine. Got it?”
“Then make me come!” she ordered.
She was a demanding little thing and insatiable. Looked like the girl from that weekend was back, and I was making sure she was staying. We’d been dancing around each other for weeks, but it was inevitable.
I’d been in prison for a year, but after I got out I didn’t go looking for pussy, no matter what I’d told Kirill.
Would I have slept with a woman if the opportunity presented itself?
Sure. As long as the background check passed, I didn’t have scruples about fucking.
As long as my throat didn’t get slit by an undercover assassin and there was attraction, I had no qualms about leaving the woman in bed the next morning.
That was all I allowed myself. No relationships. No blowback.
Grigori had been after me to honor the Vozhokari tradition.
There hadn’t been a Petrov baby with bright blue eyes in decades.
That was why for two months after my weekend with Chloe, two months I’d convinced myself that she was no different from my other fucks, and it was idiotic to explore more with her, whatever more meant I had no fucking idea, two months of trying to keep Grigori off my back, he fucking framed me; I got arrested, and ended up in jail.
“Kolya?” Chloe whispered. “Is anything wrong?”
“No.” I started down her body again. “Keep your screaming to a minimum.”
Chloe sputtered in outrage. I bit back a grin before I dove right into pure fucking heaven.
Her arousal drenched my mouth. God, she was as delicious as I remembered.
Admittedly, it was the taste of her that kept me going in jail every time I would fuck my fist. I disillusioned myself into thinking it was because she was the last woman I slept with.
Reducing her to a forgettable fuck was a lie I told myself for over a year.
That day I faced her in the attic, I also faced the reality that I was not done with her, had never been done with her, but I put the bratva first.
That was the rule I lived by and survived on.
I had nothing to offer her. Only danger and a life she could never accept.
Since then, I lay awake at night turning things over in my head on how I could see her again because I was sure once I sank inside her again there was no way I was letting her go.
Sebastian provided the opening I needed.
I saw my motivation clearly now.
Impregnate her. Give me a reason to put her first. It was a diabolical strategy, but I regretted nothing.
Poor Chloe was trying to silence her screams as I delivered one orgasm after the other. I was feral in eating her out.
“Kolya.” A gasp escaped her. “Enough. I need you inside me.”
Fuck, yeah.
I crawled up her body. My heavy erection nudged at her opening, the tip slipping inside. I groaned…fuck, that felt so good.
I withdrew and inched deeper, slowly working myself inside her because she was so damned tight and I was thicker at the root. Every inch was torture and heaven.
One would say Chloe had a magic pussy. Or she was made to fit me.
When I slotted in, I held still. Familiarizing myself with how she wrapped around me, wanting the moment to last. A sheen of sweat beaded my forehead. I was steaming. Steaming to ram her against the headboard, but I couldn’t risk waking Sebastian.
“Move,” she whispered.
“What’s the rush?” I teased.
She glared. “Kolya.”
I withdrew again and thrust. We both groaned. “You’re exquisite, Chloshka. I missed this.”
“Me too.”
I continued rocking into her, never taking my eyes off her. She was glorious when she came, and I’d missed her eyes and mouth in the throes of her orgasm because I had my face between her legs.
I adjusted her on the bed, raising her right leg over my hip so I could plow deeper. When I found the angle and bottomed out, I lost control.
I pounded into her with relentless intensity. Hitched sobs escaped her lips each time I bottomed out, and each time I did, I rammed her harder.
Lost in the moment, all I saw were her beautiful features. Her multifaceted brown eyes gleamed with tears. I wasn’t sure why she was crying. Was it from pain? No pleasure without pain.
I devoured her lips as I quickened the pace.
The bed was shaking.
The slapping of flesh against flesh, and the sounds of sex permeated the room. We were down to two people fucking each other’s brains out.
Her cunt clenched around me, and I broke our kiss, determined to watch her fall apart.
Her eyes glazed over before they squeezed shut.
Her sexy mouth opened, and a cry followed the moan. “Kolya, oh my God, oh my God.”
I witnessed it all.
And she was glorious. I grunted and pumped through the waves of her orgasm, and finally, I surrendered.
Jets of my cum spurted inside her.
It was like déjà vu. The weekend we hooked up. I’d slipped off the condom twice. Even with the knowledge that I was deceiving her, I couldn’t scrounge up a scrap of guilt through the haze of lust and the compulsion to impregnate her.
Was I going to confess to Chloe that Sebastian was no accident?
Maybe not.