Chapter 46
46
DARYA
R oman comes home not long after Abby and I have gone to our respective bedrooms. I’m coming out of the shower when he walks in the room. He stops still when he sees me, his eyes darkening. I reach for my robe and his hand shoots out, grasping my wrist.
“Don’t.”
I feel the familiar curl of lust spiral up from the base of my spine. “Isn’t there some kind of rule against this?” I try not to shiver as he traces one finger down my neck, between my breasts. “We’re getting married on Sunday.”
Roman’s lips curl into the sensual half smile that always has me aching for his mouth on my body. “I think it’s a little late to concern ourselves with propriety, don’t you, milaia ?” His hand pauses on my swelling belly. “The real miracle is that your father isn’t herding me to the altar with a shotgun.”
“Speaking of shotguns.” I cover his hand with my own, my eyes searching his face. “Yuri?”
He doesn’t avoid my eyes, nor does he step away from me. “Dead.”
I nod. “Are you—Was it difficult?”
“Difficult? No.” Roman pulls me against him, his hands roaming over the curve of my ass. “It was justice. And now it’s done.” The hard length of him throbs against me through his jeans, eliciting an instant slick of moisture from my body.
“I want to fuck you.” His voice is low with need, and I moan, pushing myself against him. “But before I do, there’s something I need to ask you.” He puts a hand under my chin, tilting my face up to his. “The children are Stevanovskys. They always will be, and I want them to be proud of that. But when I marry you, I want to do it under my own name. I want our child to know who he is and where he comes from.” His eyes search mine. “So what do you say, Darya Petrovsky? Are you happy to be a Borovsky? I know it means you will have a different name than the children—”
“I don’t need to share their name to love them.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “And I want them to be proud of who they are. From what you’ve told me, Mikhail was like a brother to you. I want them to know who he was and to associate their name with honor, rather than with that treacherous snake Yuri.”
Roman grins. “You’re a savage little thing when you want to be, milaia , aren’t you?”
“I am when it comes to the people I love.” I touch his lips with my own, the briefest kiss, but enough to send flames through my body. “And I will be proud to take the Borovsky name,” I whisper, trailing my lips down his neck, reveling in his husky groan as my tongue touches the soft place beneath his jaw. Then I pull back, frowning. “Wait.”
Roman is already pulling off his T-shirt, eyeing my body hungrily. “Done waiting.”
“Changing your name is going to take time. We’ve got less than two days—”
“Darya.” He gives me a wry look as he throws his jeans over the chair. “I just killed a man in broad daylight in one of Spain’s biggest prisons. Do you honestly think I’ll have trouble getting my name changed on a Saturday?”
“Well, I guess when you put it like that—oh!” I gasp as he lifts me suddenly, wrapping my legs around his waist, and walks me toward the bed.
“You’re so hot and wet.”
I moan as he murmurs in my ear, his cock throbbing against my slick heat.
“I’ve been thinking about taking this pussy the entire way home.”
I moan again as he pulls me hard against him, still standing, letting me writhe on his palms, squirming with the need to have him inside me.
“Give me your mouth, milaia .” His kiss is as hot and urgent as his cock against me, driving all coherent thought from my mind. His big hands cradle my ass, his thumb slipping inside me as he kisses me on and on. He groans with satisfaction as he probes my hot depths, then runs his thumb up to my swollen bud. I cry out into his mouth, clinging to him as he strokes me closer and closer to the brink.
“Not yet.” He lowers me to the bed, spreading my legs wide and positioning himself between them. His hand slips between us, and I gasp as his thumb presses me again, his long fingers manipulating my entire core. “I think you need my mouth here,” he murmurs in my ear. My body leaps in response. He takes each nipple in his mouth as he passes them, making me buck beneath him. Then his mouth covers me, his clever tongue slips into the places only he can find, and my mind leaves the building.
My hands are in his hair, my hips arching off the bed. He holds me firmly, tonguing me with the slow intensity that drives me insane, but never quite allowing me to reach the peak.
“Ah!” My cries are building with each pass of his tongue.
Then his mouth leaves me. “Oh! Roman!” I grasp for him, desperate with need.
“We need to soundproof this fucking room,” he growls, and I giggle between my cries.
Then he surges into me, muffling my scream with his hand as he fills me completely.
“ Blyat . This pussy,” he groans, driving into me with slow, sure strokes, hooking his arm under my leg to allow him better access. “So tight. So goddamn hot.”
His mouth finds mine as he surges inside me, building the pace slowly, bringing me with him as he heads for the pinnacle. “I want to hear you come, milaia ,” he says roughly into my ear. “I want to feel that pussy clench around me—ah!”
His words throw me over the edge, my body seized with a fierce grip of pleasure, making me scream into his hand as I shudder against him. He holds his cock deep inside me as I spasm around him, and I can feel the savage control he’s exerting.
“The feel of you on my cock,” he mutters hoarsely. “The way you come—Christ.” I grab his ass, forcing him deep into me, and he finally lets himself hit the hard, fast strokes that bring him over the edge with a roar and tumble me into a fresh wave of sensation.