Chapter 24
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
GEORGIA
The moment I found Andrei in here, leaning forward with his head in his hands, sweat dripping down his body, I wanted to soothe the darkness that surrounded him.
I want to bring him into the light. And that might just be my downfall.
More than that, I want to take away his pain. I know more than anyone the pain of losing a mother. Cancer is a bitch, one of the worst ways to see a loved one go, but knowing your mother took her own life after being mistreated so horribly. That, I couldn’t imagine.
And then there is the pain of being separated from your own flesh and blood. I nearly collapsed in surprise when he told me the truth of Kira’s identity. That’s a bitter pill to swallow.
I want to offer him distraction in the way I know he needs it right now.
Inching my fingers towards his groin, I cup him through his shorts, relishing the feel of him heavy in my palm. After eating me out like an animal, he’s still hard, and my hand curls over his impressive length.
“Still hungry for more?” Andrei’s eyes darken and he sucks in a sharp breath.
“I’m ravenous,” I admit. “Starved.” Tonight, I want everything. Everything he has to give.
His eyes are heavy with lust, savagely beautiful as I move to peel his shorts off of him, but he stops me with a hand on my arm.
“Not like this. Not here.” He moves in and nips at my neck. “I need you spread wide for me in my bed.”
My mouth goes instantly dry at the thought of me, Andrei, no clothes and an enormous bed at our disposal all night long.
Hell, yes.
Andrei’s room is not at all what I imagined. It’s softer, somehow more inviting than I expected, while still being undeniably masculine. The bed is huge, with dark silk sheets that smell just like him. It makes my mouth water.
“I’ll give you the grand tour later. Now I need to bury myself in that hot pussy of yours.”
Laying me on the bed, his eyes never leave mine as he strips out of the athletic shorts he was boxing in.
His naked body makes me lose my mind. There’s not an ounce of fat on him, all hard muscles and ridges, and a manly spattering of hair on his chest. His upper torso is covered in ink, making him that much more sexy.
He kneels on the bed beside me, his cock rigid between his legs, beckoning me to taste him.
What I lack in sexual experience I hope I make up for in sheer enthusiasm. I didn’t know what it really meant to need someone inside of you until now.
I can’t stop myself from running my hands up and down the muscular planes of his back, indulging in the hard lines of his torso, even the scars and imperfections.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I rub my cheek against his bare dick, and he trembles beneath me.
But it’s his smell that gets me. I inhale him: musk and sandalwood and perfection.
Before I can go any further, he tangles his fingers in my hair and stops my exploration. A pained noise escapes from my throat. Doesn’t he know how much I need to take him in my mouth? He laughs.
“As much as I’d love to fuck your mouth, I need your pussy first. Spread your legs for me.”
His voice is rough with restraint as he settles above me, caging me in with both arms. It’s clear he’s feeling as crazed at this moment as I am.
He drags his mouth between my breasts, grazing his teeth over each stiff nipple, while he grinds his erection through my soaked pussy lips.
He tweaks one of my nipples hard, and in one fast and brutal movement, he shoves inside of me.
Holy Mother of all that is sacred, Andrei moving deep inside of me is heaven on earth. He is hitting all the right places and then some. Instinctively, he seems to know how I need him, pulling all the way out and slamming back inside.
His ass muscles tighten beneath my hands as he thrusts up, pounding into me at a relentless pace that is pure perfection. Every strike of his balls against my thighs has me gasping for air, pleading with him for release, as my body rolls and twists beneath him.
“Tell me who owns this beautiful pussy.”
“You do. Just you.”
“Good.” His hand slides down to the crack of my ass, circling the puckered ring of muscle with a fingertip. “And this?”
Oh no. No, no, no.
I clench my muscles before he can push in any further. “I’ve never…” I start to say.
He looks down at me with quiet intensity. A warning. “This ass is mine too. Let me in.”
My body tenses at the intrusion of his finger, but he’s quick to soothe me with shushing sounds whispered against my neck. A moment later, it actually feels good.
As my body relaxes into his touch, he picks up the pace, skewering me with his cock. Hitting the perfect place, over and over again until I can’t hold back anymore. “Milk me good, krasotka. Come all over my fucking cock.”
My thighs tremble and I scream as my pussy contracts violently around his hard length.
“Fuck,” is the last thing he says, before jerking himself inside of me, flooding my insides with warmth.
He buries his face in my hair, and breathing hard, collapses against me.
We stay locked in each other's arms for a long moment.
My body is putty against his. All the tension drained with one glorious orgasm.
But reality intrudes before long.
“We didn’t use a condom… again.” I blurt out.
Still inside of me, he pulls back and looks into my eyes, a hand still fisted in my hair. “I’m clean. I’ve never gone bare with anyone.”
I swallow hard, trying not to read too much into what that means. “Me neither. And I have an IUD.” It’s to help with period cramps, but it sure is coming in handy right now.
“Good.” He draws lazy circles with his finger on my collarbone. “I never want a barrier with you.”
It scares me how good it feels to have Andrei say these things, to feel him closer than I’ve ever felt to anyone, but I can’t lose my head over this sexy man. We made a deal, nothing more. And when the time comes, he’ll send me away.
Andrei must sense the shift in my thoughts, because he quietly pulls out of me and settles on his back, hands behind his head. I shudder, already missing the warmth he provided.
“What are you thinking?”
“Nothing, really. Okay, not nothing,” I concede, flipping on to my stomach, so I can better look at him. “If you weren’t born into this life, what would you want to be?”
He grins. “Like for a job?”
“Yeah.”
His brows draw together and he stares up at the ceiling for a minute. “I’m not sure I’ve given it any thought.”
“What!” I raise my head to rest on one hand. “How is that possible? There must be something that interests you, that you’re passionate about.”
He chuckles and wraps a lock of my hair around his finger.
“It’s different when you grow up knowing your path is set in stone.
I am the Kozlov heir. There would never be another direction for me.
Just ask Prince William. I mean not to put the guy down, but he graduated university with a master of arts degree in geography.
He clearly wasn’t thinking about his future career options. ”
I grin. “You are being ridiculous.”
“Am I?” I narrow my eyes, shooting him my best dirty look. “Fine,” he concedes. “I’d own an art gallery or something like that. Maybe a gallery showing only works by women artists, since they’re usually underrepresented in the arts.”
Shit. I did not expect him to say that. Who is this man? One part mafia tough guy, one part secret feminist… except for the stuff in bed.
“What about you?” He turns on his side to face me. “You dropped out of college.”
The familiar burn of shame wells up inside of me. I watched my friends and schoolmates move on to college, and careers, and here I am. No closer to a life of my own.
“I had to help my father,” I say, a touch defensively. “What choice did I have?”
He nods in understanding, but continues to regard me. “But what do you really want? When you imagine your life beyond this. What do you see?”
I blow out a breath. “That is as pointless as talking about your future as something other than a pakhan.”
“You’re wrong. Your life won’t be this way forever.”
His statement catches me off-guard and I don’t know why, but I’m compelled to tell him the truth. A truth I’ve never told another person, but somehow, I want to share with him.
“I’d teach art to kids. Maybe art history too.”
He nods as if I make perfect sense. “You’ll make a great art teacher someday.”
“Whatever.” I flop on my back and stare at the ceiling. I can’t think about my future right now. All I can think about is tomorrow. The day after that. Making good on my promise to Andrei. Reuniting with my father. Figuring out how to move forward.
“I have to go out of town for a few days,” he says softly. “But I have something special to show you when I’m back.”
“Special how?” I ask.
His lips tilt up at the corners as he runs a hand over my shoulder. “Good special. A surprise. You’ll have to wait and see.”
“Okay,” I say, feeling confused. I don’t know what’s happening here. The sex is one thing, but it doesn’t feel like this is just about sex anymore.
He sighs, and his hand comes back to my face, his fingers brushing over my skin as if he could read my mind. How can his touch alone make me feel so much?
“We have now. Until Oleg is back in play.” It seems like he wants to say something more, but he can’t find the words.
“We have now.” I echo.