Chapter 20
CHAPTER
TWENTY
BIANCA
“What happened up there?”
We’re in Daniil’s sporty Bugatti doing six hundred miles per hour, and he’s been vibrating with an intense energy since we left the club ten minutes ago. Something happened after our bathroom tryst. Something that has him on edge, and I deserve answers—especially because it’s likely about me.
He flexes his hands around the steering wheel, his knuckles going white with tension. “I had to take care of a matter,” he says cryptically.
“Yeah, I got that.” I want to press him further, but the hard lines of his shoulders and the tightness of his jaw suggest now is not that time.
I reach over and rub my hand down his leg.
“It’s okay, whatever it is.” My hand dips to his crotch, rubbing over his hard length.
I’m drunk on our sex, on how good it felt, how much I liked it.
I’m no expert in this department, but I’m pretty sure no one would argue that his cock is glorious.
“Shit.” He hisses out a breath. “That feels so fucking good, baby.”
When I notice his eyes practically rolling back in his head, I steal my hand away. “Let’s continue this when we’re not in a moving vehicle.”
“Mm.” He grunts in agreement. “Take off your underwear, printsessa.”
I give him a shy smile. “I’m not wearing underwear.” His eyes shoot to mine in question. “After the bathroom, they were soaked in your cum.”
He takes in a deep breath through his nose as if to steady himself. Satisfaction tightens my core. I love that he’s so turned on by me he can barely hold himself together. I never imagined I’d have that power over a man, but now I can see how addictive it is.
“Looks like we’re gonna make the car seats filthy as well. Spread your legs for me.” His voice is hoarse, coming out in a strained whisper. I do as he asks, hiking my skirt so he has unfettered access to my pussy.
Within seconds, two of his fingers plunge inside of me. I should be so sore—I just gave the man my virginity, and it wasn’t gentle—but I’m soaking wet, and it helps soften the underlying bite of pain. He’s also using his thumb to rub my clit in delicious little circles that push me to the brink.
He’s driving with one hand on the wheel and one hand deep inside of me, doing all sorts of delicious things to my self-control, and yet the man doesn’t break a sweat as he speeds down the Belt Parkway.
“I can’t wait to stuff my cock inside this tight little pussy again. I hope you’re not too sore, because—” His filthy words are cut off by the sound of a siren behind us, the flashing lights of a police car illuminating our vehicle.
Sitting up straighter, I grab Daniil’s arm in an attempt to push his hand away.
He tsks at me. “Not until you come, baby.”
Daniil pulls the car over to the side of the road, and the police car comes to park behind us.
“I can’t—” I argue but he only moves his fingers deeper inside of me, his thumb brushing against my clit, making me buck up to meet his hand.
“Better make it quick.” His voice is low and smooth like silk. “He’s getting out of his vehicle.”
“Daniil,” I half moan, half gasp. I hate him for what he’s doing to me right now, but I’m also so damn turned-on. I’m pleading with him for something I have no words for. I never knew my arousal could be so thick it would echo through the car every time his hand moves inside of me.
“Please,” I beg. He grunts and crooks his fingers, hitting a spot that nearly lights me up from the inside. I cry out as an orgasm slams into me, riding out each pulse on his fingers until I’m wrung out and sore.
He pulls his hand from me, brings his still wet fingers up to his mouth, and licks my arousal clean from them. My blood roars in my ears. I’m sure I’ve never seen anything quite so hot before.
“What a good fucking girl you are, coming on my command,” he praises, and then a second later, he rolls down his window and greets the man now standing beside the car. “Good evening, officer.”
My cheeks flame, and I’m so intensely embarrassed I don't even look at the cop. Thank god I had the presence of mind to shove my dress back down my legs, but I’m still all shaky and flushed from the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.
And despite my overwhelming shame, I can’t deny that the risk of being caught was intensely erotic.
The cop’s breath catches when he gets a good look at Daniil. “Mr. Kozlov,” he stutters. “I didn't recognize the vehicle.”
Daniil releases a throaty chuckle. “It’s new,” he confirms.
“Apologies. If I’d realized it was you—”
“Of course,” Daniil’s voice is all breezy, like he’s almost happy that we got pulled over.
“Thank you for your understanding,” the cop grovels.
I can’t help but look over at him to see what this is all about.
A middle-aged man with a neatly trimmed beard tips his hat to me with a respectful smile.
“I’ll let you get on with your evening …
er, morning,” he corrects himself, slinking back to his car.
Daniil closes his window and leans back in his seat, drinking me in. “You were exquisite,” he breathes.
“And you got pulled over on purpose.” I cross my arms in front of my chest, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Maybe,” he admits, starting the car and pulling back onto the road.
“I’m going to get you back for that,” I swear with false heat. And then I laugh out loud at how ridiculous that was. “Do you literally have every cop in the tri-state area on your payroll?”
“Pretty much,” he confirms, smiling at me. “It’s a good thing,” he adds, revving the engine, “because I’m going to break every speed limit between here and home since I need to bury myself in your cunt again. Hold on, Bianca.”
Goddamn, this man is going to be the death of me.
The minute we enter the penthouse, he pushes me against the wall, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth. His hands knead my breasts before settling at my nipples, pinching and rolling them until they stiffen to hard points beneath my dress.
I never really believed sexual chemistry was real, I thought it was some fictional state that only people in romance novels experience. But holy hell, turns out I was very wrong about that.
His lips are on me, hot and unrestrained, as his hands tug at my hair for better access to my mouth.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he gasps between drugging kisses down my neck.
“You’re going to be so sore tomorrow, and I don’t care.
I want you to remember what you feel like after being so full of my cock. ”
Not waiting for an answer, he yanks my dress up, his fingers seeking my wet heat. I’m still tender from earlier, but his touch is everything. It lights up every nerve ending in my body, each and every sense sharper than before.
I reach for his belt, undoing the buckle and lowering his zipper, pulling out his thick cock.
On our wedding night, I didn’t get a chance to explore him, but now I’ll take my time with him.
Palming his length in my hands, I admire it in all its glorious splendor.
Long and hard and thick. I’ve never really had an appreciation for cocks, having seen few in my life, but I could start a fan club for Daniil’s.
“I’m going to explode if you keep doing that,” he says in a hoarse voice. “Do you want me to paint you in my cum?”
A rush of sensation hits me, making me feel out of control in the best possible way, like I’m about to jump out of a plane. I’ve never skydived before but I imagine it's the same dizzying blend of excitement and nerves.
He lifts me up and, in one thrust, slams inside of me, filling me up so completely, so perfectly it’s like his body was designed for mine.
Or vice versa. The perfect match. My arms wrap around his neck and my legs encircle his waist, as he drives into me like a man possessed.
I want everything he has to give me. This darkness, the way he holds nothing back, stretching me to a breaking point.
This sweet release. I never want it to end.
I scratch his back while sucking his neck, whispering desperate pleas against his skin. Daniil pulls back to check in with me, and I give him a smile and urge him on by squeezing my legs tighter around him, coaxing him deeper inside of me.
“Are you going to come all over my cock, my beautiful printsessa?” I moan, my head thrashing against the wall as he continues to bounce me on his dick. His eyes are glued to my breasts spilling out of my dress. “Just like that, baby.”
He leans in, sucking my neck as his thumb focuses on my clit, and I go off like a Fourth of July firework.
Holy hell. Colors swim behind my eyelids as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced streaks through me.
Just as my orgasm subsides, Daniil drives into my body one last time before he stills and then cries out.
Warmth gushes deep inside me, and I’m boneless in his arms.
We’re both panting and cursing, drenched in sweat, but also, there’s a lightness between us. Like we’d just fucked away any of the lingering awkwardness.
Still inside me, he carries me to the bedroom. His bedroom. A room we’ve never been in together. And I don’t know what to make of it as he lays me down on the bed, takes off my dress and then removes all of his clothes before coming to lie beside me as our heaving pants fade into even breaths.
Before either of us ruin the moment by talking, I turn on my side, desperate to touch him now that he’s finally fully naked. I run my hands everywhere, worshiping his hard planes and bulging muscles.
Scars mark his skin, but he’s still perfect.
Daniil hisses as I lean in and run my tongue over his chest and abs.
He buries his hand in my hair, and I wonder how things have changed between us so drastically in such a short amount of time.
Pulling me to him, he settles my head on his chest, and trails his hand down my back before resting it on the swell of my ass.
“I’m on the pill. For period cramps,” I clarify, considering he came inside of me unprotected, twice now.
He sighs and stares up at the ceiling. “I should have asked.”
I laugh. “Tonight was … unexpected.”
“That wasn’t supposed to happen.” He takes a moment, as if looking for the right words. “But I lost it when I realized you were without a guard. And that fucking dress.” He sucks in air through his teeth. “Never wear that again.”
“Oh, was there a problem with that dress?” I ask, batting my eyelashes.
He huffs out an annoyed breath. “Don’t make me take you over my knee, Bianca.”
A flurry of butterflies erupt in my stomach, desire coiling low in my belly. Apparently I’ve discovered a new kink.
“Considering you practically ripped it off of me, there’s no chance of me wearing it again.”
“I don’t like other men looking at you, printsessa. You are mine.”
“You don’t treat me that way,” I say, confused. “I know you regret this marriage, but—”
“I don’t regret it.” He props up on one elbow, my chin held firm in his powerful hand. I’m silent, unsure how to respond, so I go with sarcasm.
“Could have fooled me.”
“This is all new to me. I’m learning. And there’s definitely been growing pains.
” His hand travels down my neck, over my breasts, and lands between my legs, his fingers brushing against my slit.
He leans forward and whispers in my ear.
“But does this seem like I regret it?” Okay, point made.
I wiggle into his hands, my breathing already becoming erratic …
then he pulls his hand away. “Not so fast. I’ll give you more orgasms soon, but first we need to talk about tonight. ”
That sobers me up quickly. “What about?”
“Your safety. I can’t focus on anything when I’m worried about you. I need to know that you won’t ditch your guard again.”
A sliver of guilt moves through me, but it’s not like I’d ditched Mikhail on purpose. “It was so crowded,” I explain, “and I thought because it was one of your clubs, I was safe.”
“Unfortunately, that’s not the case.” Daniil lies back down, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I have enemies, Bianca, lots of them. I’m second in line to the Kozlov Bratva.
If someone wanted to hurt me, they’d come at you.
That’s the way it is in organized crime …
you must have been a target when you lived with your uncle. ”
“Hardly,” I say. My uncle would have to care about me for that to be true, but I keep that to myself. “Is something going on?” I ask, rising on one elbow. There’s something he’s not telling me, and I don’t know why.
His jaw hardens. “Not exactly, but with the casino now, and with plans to open another one soon, it makes us even more of a target. We’re high profile. I don’t want to take a chance, printsessa.”
Is he saying he cares for me or cares about being vulnerable to his enemies? I don’t know, but the tenderness in his eyes is confusing.
“I’ll be more careful,” I agree, lying back down.
At that, he sweeps me into his arms and pulls me close against his body.
I can feel the thump of his heart beneath me, and it’s such a comforting feeling, to be close to someone like this, being intimate with someone—not just sexually but in other ways.
“Hey,” Daniil’s voice interrupts my spiraling thoughts. “What are you thinking?”
“Nothing.” I flash him a watery smile. “Why do you ask?”
He huffs out a laugh, looking so sexy I avert my eyes at the ceiling to avoid melting. “Something is going on in that head of yours to make you frown.” He touches a point between my eyebrows. “Which makes that little line form right here.”
Ugh! I attempt to smooth out my features. “What do you want from me?” I ask, exasperated.
“I know I’ve been an asshole, and honestly I have no clue how to do this relationship shit.” I snort at his choice of words, and he returns my wry grin and lifts his free hand to trace the line of my cheekbone. “But I know I want you sleeping in my bed with me every night.”
I smile and thread my fingers through Daniil’s.
He brings his face to mine and plants a sweet kiss on my lips.
Daniil is offering me something I haven’t experienced in so long.
Someone in my corner, someone who cares for me, who has my back.
And yet, I can’t allow myself to get swept up in our connection.
He might do bad things, but I believe he is a good man and doesn’t deserve my betrayal. But none of that matters. I sealed my fate the moment I crossed enemy lines. I have one purpose, and that is to avenge my family’s death.
No matter the cost.
No matter the sacrifice.
I’ve made up my mind, and nothing can stop me.