Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Katarina
“What sort of proposition?” I ask, my body tensing against his. I’ve got to be honest, upset as I am, he’s the most comfortable place I’ve ever rested.
So odd. I have that feeling again that he’s my pain and my comfort.
He slides his hands down my arms. “Technically, it’s not new. It’s yours.”
My jaw hardens. “It’s too late to be partners, you’ve already shown you can’t be trusted.”
His hands still on my wrists. Looking down at them in the water, they’re massive compared to mine.
How easy it would be to hide in his shadow.
But he’s been more than clear. Any safety I found there would be an illusion of my own making.
He went to great pains to explain why he can’t be trusted.
“I told you, I’ve never lied to you, and I’m not now. Partners.”
I don’t believe him. His not lying is a technicality at best, and life has taught me that men will say and do as they please to get their way.
But also, I said from the start that my life was not of consequence.
I left Vegas for two reasons…. First, to make my father pay and then to protect Sasha. “Partners?” I repeat. “Is this a negotiation?”
“If you want to think of it like that.”
“I do. And I have terms.”
He lightly squeezes my wrist and then smiles into my hair. “I would expect nothing less.”
It reminds me again of how easy he’d be to fall into. “One, my sister Sasha must be protected at all costs.”
He stiffens behind me. “Sasha?”
I spin, blood roaring in my ears. “Why did you react like that? Do you know something? Is she all right?”
He reaches up gently holding my face. “She’s absolutely fine. And if she isn’t, Dimitri is worried enough that he’s got his eye on her and my brother. It’s safe to say that if Ryker steps a toe out of line, Dimitri will cut his balls off.”
“Dimitri?” Who knows what motivates my brother. From where I sit, he’s just another man who tried to sell me. “I want you to promise that if something happens to me, you’ll watch after her.”
He stares at me, his eyes growing dark. “You’re worried about her?”
“I’ve always been her soldier.”
His gaze slides down my body. “You’ve got the scars to prove it.”
I settle back against him, because I don’t actually want him looking at those now. I know what Win and I are doing, but I guess I still want him to find me attractive. And my scars are ugly.
“What else?”
“Promise that when you make my father suffer, that you tell him I helped. That I was part of the machine that brought about his demise.”
He wraps his arms around me, squeezing me to his chest. “You’re talking like you won’t be there too.”
“I might not. I’m bait, remember.”
“Katarina,” he whispers into my hair. “We’re partners. That’s a very different—”
I push away, climb out of the tub, and grab a fluffy white towel to wrap around my body. “I’m tired, Win. I’m going to bed.”
He lifts up from the tub and that’s when I get my first view of him. All of him.
My eyes slide down his broad shoulders, over his massive chest and down his ridged abs. My eyes stop at the V that leads down to his…
“I’m coming with you.”
I swallow down the lump of dryness as I try to keep from staring at his impressively large cock swinging between his legs. “Win…”
“Tonight is not a night that you should be alone.”
“Did you know that men are now supposed to ask permission to spend the night with a lady?”
“Lucky for me, you’d just tell me to fuck off if you didn’t want me there.”
I should say it. Fuck off, Win. You’re not invited to my bed.
Instead, still staring at his junk, I manage to say, “Is an orgasm involved?”
“If you want it to be.”
I finally manage to pull my gaze back up to his, the dark depths of his eyes filled with promise.
There is one place that Win and I just work, no hesitation, no stops. “I do.”
He steps over the lip of the tub, striding toward me. I stare because he’s impressive walking in clothes, but naked…
I can’t believe this man just bathed me.
My hair is half wet, hanging limply down my back as I clutch the towel around my body.
He stops in front of me, reaching for my fist. Gently, he pries my fingers open, the towel dropping to the floor.
“No covering up now. We just spooned,” he rumbles.
The word spoon from Win’s lips is almost ridiculous.
“That’s not spooning. That’s just…” I don’t know what the term for it is.
“But if you’re sleeping in bed with me, I’m game for trying out the whole spoon thing.
” He reaches around and grabs my ass, pulling my hips into his.
“I’m pretty sure that’s the opposite of spooning. ”
Wrapping his other arm around my back, he lifts me up. “Spooning is for after orgasms.”
“Noted.” I rest my forearms on his shoulders, my fingers threading into his hair. I’d be cold, wet as I am, but his body puts out enough heat that I’m toasty warm.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
Everything out of Win’s mouth sounds like a command. Not only do I instantly obey, I feel the flood of excitement that coats my lower lips.
His hand dips between my legs, sliding along my seam even as his mouth finds mine. He pushes my lips open, his tongue swiping between my teeth.
It all makes me hotter, and I twist my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer as I push my tongue against his.
His middle finger finds my clit and he circles it, my hips chasing his finger as I lock my legs tighter around him.
“Katarina,” he groans into my mouth, sliding his finger inside me.
I’ve never been touched like this, and it feels so good, I lock around his finger, nearly cumming.
He fists up my hair, pulling my face back. “Woman, how are you doing that?”
But I’m too far gone, Win feels too good for me to answer questions with words.
Instead, I arch out, sure he’ll hold my weight, as I ride his finger, driving him deeper inside me. I wonder what his cock might feel like.
I already know I’m going to find out.
I know Win and I are temporary. Hell, he might even be using sex to keep me under his thumb.
I don’t care.
I want this, I want to feel what I feel in Win’s arms before this is all over. This is my reward for a life hard lived.
My thighs grip his waist, flexing as I lift up and then plunge his finger back inside me, my clit grinding against his pubic bone.
His other hand is still fisted in my hair, the tension of his tugging only making my body strung tighter as I cry out.
“Fuck,” he grits out as I pull his hair back, so close to breaking apart, every muscle in my body is twisted into a knot.
And then I explode, my scream filling the room.
He instantly pulls my face back to his, his mouth crashing into mine. It’s not a gentle kiss, it’s teeth and tongue, but I wind my arms tight around his neck kissing him back, the connection enough to make me want every bit he’s willing to give. Pain. Pleasure. I don’t care. I want it all.
His finger is still inside me and he makes no move to withdraw. “Your pussy is magic,” he says between kisses.
I lean back enough to focus my gaze on his. “I am a unicorn.”
He laughs, some of the tension broken.
I start sliding down his body, but he stops me, not withdrawing. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I kiss him again. Slower because all the tension has left my body. “I don’t know. I kind of wanted to explore that monster cock of yours.”
His eyes go black as he pumps inside me once, twice and then withdraws, letting me slide down his front.
My knees hit the plush carpet just as my hand wraps around his thick length.
Despite my lack of experience, I know that I’m looking at a specimen of a dick.
Thick, long, veined in this way that just makes it look rougher in the best way, I wonder if I’ll ever see another and if, when I do, I’ll be disappointed.
“What are you doing down there,” Win asks, tightening his grip on my hair again.
“Admiring,” I say and look up at him. Our eyes meet, his still darker than midnight.
“Katarina,” he rumbles out, his voice gravel and smoke.
“Right. I’ll admire next time.” And then I flick my tongue out, just wanting to taste the tip.
Which mostly just tastes like me.
He sucks in a hissing breath through his teeth. “You can look as long as you like. I just…you on your knees. It makes me…”
I lick the tip again, and then look back up at him, my gaze holding his. “What?”
“You on your knees is the most…” He grimaces. “It’s so beautiful.”
My answer is to wrap my lips around the tip and give a little suckle.
I’ve never done this before and I’m not really sure what I’m doing.
But Win is not a passive man, and he pushes his length deeper between my lips until my hand, still wrapped around his girth, stops his progress.
He groans, his head falling back, and I get what I’m supposed to be doing here.
Sliding him back out, I plunge back down his length, his hips jerking as another groan falls from his lips.
I think I’m doing it right, so I repeat, taking a little more of him between my lips each time. I might be on my knees, but I’ve got a lot of power here as I go slower and then faster, licking and sucking as I gauge his reactions.
He likes it when I take him deep and slow, my tongue sliding along the veiny ridge. I like it too and I take my time, teasing him until his legs tremble.
That’s right. He’s shaking for me.
His hand is still wrapped tightly in my hair and finally, he jerks me closer, his enormous cock filling my mouth until it hits the back of my throat.
With a roar, he cums. I swallow, then choke, then try to swallow again.
He jerks out of my mouth, sinking down to his knees in front of me. “Fuck. Are you all right?”
I smile as I wipe the corner of my mouth with my thumb. “Fine. It might just take a bit of getting used to.”
He leans forward and kisses me, slow and deep. I sink into his arms. I’m going to take the sex as a consolation prize for whatever’s coming and I’m going to enjoy every second.
“Win?”
“Yeah?” he asks as he pulls me into his arms and stands, carrying me to the bed.
“You’re going to take my virginity, aren’t you?”
He settles me into the bed and then climbs in behind me, as promised, spooning my body into his, as he pulls the covers up over both of us. “Yes.”
“Soon?”
“Very.”