Chapter 36
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Drago
Song- Dirty Little Fiend, Dutch Melrose.
Peppering kisses along the inside of her thigh, I try to regain some kind of composure. But with the sweet taste of her still on my tongue, it’s not easy work.
I’ve survived being tortured better than this.
Slowly, I rise and crawl back onto the bed between her spread legs. I brace my weight on my forearm beside her head, and she gives me a lazy, wrecked smile as I nuzzle my nose against hers.
“Are you trying to kill me by orgasm, Drago?”
I chuckle, dipping my head to drag my tongue along her jaw. “Never,” I whisper. “I want to do this… over and over.”
Forever is what I really mean.
She wraps her arms around my ribs, and I blow out a breath when her fingers brush my scars.
“You’re doing so well, baby.”
She smiles up at me, eyes dark with desire, and I ache to be inside her.
Desperate. Almost feral. But I don’t want this to be just a fuck.
I want to turn her world upside down. I want her to remember me.
Remember this. So I lean in and claim her mouth, drawing it out.
She deepens the kiss almost instantly. Moaning against my lips as she tastes herself on my tongue.
“You’ve got it just as bad as me, haven’t you?” I murmur.
“Mmm… I can’t get enough of you, Drago,” she breathes. “And trust me, this isn’t normal for me.”
I kiss her harder, and her legs slide up my thighs, locking around my waist. I grin against her lips when she nudges her pussy against my cock.
“My girl needs something, huh?”
She exhales shakily. “You’ve let me be this horny over you all damn day, sir. Do you want me to beg for you to fuck me? Because I will.”
Repositioning myself, I guide my cock along her soaked cunt, and the sensation alone makes me shudder.
“I’m clean, baby,” I say quietly. “Are you okay without a barrier?”
She licks her lips. “I want you dripping back out of me.”
She’s going to kill me one day. “Yes,” I murmur. “And then I’ll fuck it back inside you.”
Her cheeks flare red instantly.
“Now say it,” I tell her, rubbing the head of my cock over her clit. “Beg me.”
Her nails dig into my back.
“Please, Drago… sir. I’m begging you to fuck me. It’s all I want. All I need. You. I need you. Right now. Please.”
Holy shit.
“That’s my good fucking girl.” I press into her slowly, watching her face as she stretches around me. Her mouth falls open, eyes wide.
“That’s it, baby. Breathe.”
She exhales, and I push in another inch.
“More?” I ask.
“Y-yes.”
I sink halfway in and stop.
“Oh, fuck!”
I brush her hair back and bite gently at her throat. “That’s half, lastochka,” I murmur. “Do you want slow and gentle… or hard and fast?”
“Half?” she gasps.
“Yes,” I say softly. “Choose.”
“Hard and fast.”
That does it.
I kiss her until I can’t breathe and thrust fully inside, holding steady as she adjusts. She’s so tight it steals my vision. “You’re taking me so well, baby.”
I lace my hand around her throat again, adding pressure this time, watching her reactions carefully. Her hips meet my rhythm, her sounds wrecking what little control I have left. “Fuck, Lily,” I breathe. “I can’t hold back anymore. Okay?”
Her eyes burn into mine. “Fuck me, Drago.”
I should spank her for not calling me sir, but hearing my name on her lips is enough for me to forget that.
I lose it.
I give her everything, driving her over the edge as her screams tear through the room. Her body clenches around me, our kisses frantic and messy. I hook her thigh back, going deeper.
“Oh my god!”
“Mine,” I growl. “Those sounds are mine.”
I pull back just enough to watch her break, tightening my grip on her neck as she shatters around me, and I follow, spilling inside her as she cries my name.
She’s staring straight into my soul. She’s stolen my heart. And there’s no coming back from that.
I don’t pull out, and she doesn’t move either. Her hands cup my face, and she strokes my stubble.
“I’ve never felt like this,” she breathes out, her eyes glassy.
“No. I haven’t either,” I tell her honestly.
With one final kiss, I pull out. And as promised, slide my hand between her legs and push my cum back inside her.
“Drago!” she gasps.
“I don’t joke about this. Mine.”
Her eyes sparkle, and I smile, thrusting two fingers even deeper.
“Much better.”
She nods in agreement. “I assume this is a really, really bad time to tell you I’m not on the pill? Or… anything?”
I fucking knew that already. I shouldn’t know. But I do. I have her medical records. I see her emails. I say it’s for her safety, but now, I’m not sure at what point that crossed from protection to… this. And I still came inside her without a condom.
“It’s okay, baby,” I whisper.
I leave my fingers inside her, pressing kisses to her cheek.
“With a dick like yours, I bet you have super sperm too. Already battling it out to get me pregnant,” she jokes.
But, I hear that crack of apprehension there that she’s trying to hide. That really, the thought scares the shit out of her.
A low growl erupts from my chest. That possessiveness.
The thought of her having my children. The future we could have together.
I should be worried about the consequences of what we’ve done here, but I can’t seem to care.
It’s becoming apparent that I want this future with her, that I need to shift my plans to leave the mafia up, so this can be our reality.
“We can use a condom next time?” I offer.
She shakes her head. “We’re already breaking the rules. When it feels this good, I vote carry on.”
My eyebrows raise. “I like this side of you.”
It’s dangerous for us both, but she’s right. It’s too good to go back to anything else.
She giggles as I kiss her. “I don’t know where this has come from, but you’ve unlocked a really kinky beast in me, Drago.”
“That’s my good girl. Let me clean you up.”
I grab a warm cloth and clean her carefully, my touch slow and deliberate, watching her face the entire time.
Every breath she takes, every little shift of her body, I catalogue it.
Making sure she’s comfortable. Making sure she feels cared for.
Making sure nothing about this feels careless or taken.
“You okay?” I murmur.
She nods, eyes heavy, lips soft and swollen. “Yeah.”
Good.
I set the cloth aside and pull the blanket higher, tucking it around her before grabbing the brush from the dresser. I sit back against the headboard and guide her so she’s between my legs, her back resting against my chest.
When I start brushing her hair, she melts.
Long, slow strokes. From crown to ends. Again and again. Untangling, smoothing, grounding her. My hand is steady, even though my chest feels like it’s splitting open.
“You don’t have to do that,” she murmurs, half-asleep already.
“I want to,” I say quietly.
She hums, leaning further into me. Like she knows she belongs here. Like I’ve always been meant to be this place for her.
When her hair is smooth and loose down her back, I set the brush aside and pull her gently onto the bed, settling beside her. She turns immediately, curling into my side, her hand sliding to my chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“Will you stay with me tonight?” she asks softly.
I don’t even think. “You think you could get rid of me? After that?”
“Good answer, Drago. Good answer.”
I chuckle, feeling the most relaxed I have probably ever been.
She points toward the window, where the curtains are open and the night sky stretches endlessly beyond the glass. Stars scattered like secrets.
“Can we just… lie here?” she says. “And watch?”
So I pull her closer, adjust us until she’s tucked perfectly under my arm, her head resting against my shoulder. One of my hands stays at her waist. The other threads through her fingers.
We don’t talk for a while.
Just breathe.
Just exist. Like this is the easiest thing in the world.
Her thumb traces circles against my skin. Her breathing evens out. The city below is quiet, distant, like none of it can touch us up here.
And that’s when it hits me.
This woman isn’t a moment. She isn’t a temptation. She isn’t something I’ll survive losing. She’s the future I never let myself imagine. I never really thought about having my own kids. I love Isabella and Noah like family. But having my own? That would ruin me in the best possible way.
A family with Lily would be one thing that has the potential to send me over the edge of sanity. The protectiveness I have for her probably needs studying. But, her and my children? There isn’t a limit on the lengths I’d go to to keep them safe. To make them happy.
The thought of letting her go feels physically impossible, like asking my heart to stop beating.
I tighten my arm around her just slightly, possessive in the quietest way.
She looks up at me with a sleepy smile on her lips. “What are you thinking about?”
I press a kiss to her hair, breathing her in. “That I’m never letting you go,” I say honestly.
She doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t question it. She just snuggles closer. “Good,” she whispers. “Because I don’t want you to.”
And as we lie there, watching the stars drift slowly across the glass, something inside me settles.
This isn’t just love.
This is it.
And I will do whatever it takes to keep her.
But that does mean I have to accept the fact that she will need to know the truth about me and how long I’ve been lurking in the background of her life.
And then, I have to fucking hope she still wants me.
I can’t do it. I can’t break this spell, not yet.
“Do you have time tomorrow before your meeting with Marco for another date?” I ask her.
She presses a kiss on my chest. “Absolutely.”
I want to show her that fun side of me. The one she alone seems to bring out.
“Have you ever been on a jet ski?”
She laughs. “God, no. I’m scared I’ll kill someone. Or fall off and drown.”
“What about if I drive, you just hold on? I’ll keep you safe, you know I will.”
She sighs, snuggling against me. “That sounds pretty fun. Deal.”