17. Tonight
Chapter seventeen
Tonight
L evka woke, and the bed was empty, but he heard the shower and relaxed. He rolled over to his feet, groaning as he did so, holding his ribs with a tight jaw. The burn was worse than a stab wound. It’s not as bad as a gunshot wound, but it’s definitely up there on the top ten worst pains. Glancing at his watch, it was just in time for their date. He hoped she liked the dress he picked out. The servant had already left his clothes on the back end of a chair. He hated how deep of a sleeper he was. His father always made him aware of how he could sleep through an earthquake.
When the shower shut off, Levka left the bedroom to give her privacy. He dressed in the living room in jeans and a black t-shirt.
Luerna suddenly showed up in the doorway in only a towel. Her wet hair was dripping down, and panic was in her gaze. He uneasily stood up from tying his shoe.
“I thought you left.”
He gave a smirk. “How am I supposed to take you out if I left?”
“We’re still going?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t we?”
She turned to go back into the bedroom but then stayed, confused.
The expression got him curious. “What?”
“We’re in a hotel room; I’m in a towel. Isn’t that the point of a date? To get me in bed?”
Levka took up a bag of chips. “Baby, if that’s all I wanted, I could have had you multiple times all these years.”
“Oh really? You think I’m that easy?”
“I think I’m that good.”
She huffed. “Conceited much?”
He cackled, winking. “Get dressed. We’re gonna be late.”
“For what?”
“My reservations.”
It was getting through, and Luerna could see that he wasn’t here just to sleep with her. Levka was here to get her to fall in love with him. It’s why her happiness was so important. He didn’t want her to fuck him because she wanted revenge or she wanted control. He wanted her to be so enraptured by him that the only way to show it was through physical passion.
Luerna came out after an hour wearing black leggings and a long-sleeveless purple shirt. Her long hair was dry and thrown over her shoulder. She had done her makeup sparsely and just enough to highlight her perfections. “Is this what I’m wearing?”
“We are commoners,” he approached. “Unfortunately, we are too good-looking no matter what we do.”
She giggled, rolling her eyes.
All night, Luerna was searching for the secrets. Everyone had them, and Levka was no different. She was used to pleasantness, to fakeness. In her world, manners were used as a ploy. If someone was polite, they were less likely assumed to be a back-stabbing liar. But eventually, the truth came out in little moments of unguarded tempers. But Levka was very good at what he was doing.
And she was falling for all of it.
She was beginning to think he was perfect. It made her feel less worthy of his attention. Did he know that? Was that one of his hidden secrets? Did he feed off of mentally unhealthy women if only to sneak into their beds?
It was a ridiculous thing to think of, considering all the chances.
Luerna hated doubting him because he had proven himself over and over again. And perhaps if she was something worth his time, she would see how amazing of a man he was. She could feel the love that poured out of him every time he looked at her. She could lean into his gentle touch as he kept her arm locked in his. She’d notice how he walked on the street side if only to keep her safe.
Luerna spent the night observing him. Listening to him. He was an open book, sharing so many stories. He talked about his business. He spoke about how much money he was making and where it came from. He shared with her things Rurik and her father had never deemed her worthy to know. She was so ignorant about the family because she was made to think that her only purpose was to raise kids. What did she need to know about the ins and outs of the mafia?
By the end of the night, Luerna was overrun with information; she begged him to stop. He laughed, his cheeks red, and he apologized. It was adorable.
Levka walked her to her hotel room. This would be the moment, right? To solidify their affair? To bring him to her bed. That’s what he wanted. That’s all where this was going. It was nice of him to think of her feelings, but it was also draining, pretending that they weren’t here to screw around.
Levka leaned in, and she closed her eyes for his lips on hers, but then they dashed across her cheek, and her eyes flew open. He smiled. “Will you have breakfast with me? I do have to leave by nine to make my flight.”
She vaguely nodded, still confused.
“Goodnight.”
Then he turned and walked away.
Luerna dropped her arms. “Really?”
Levka faced her with his hands in his pockets. “What?”
She scoffed. “Nothing,”
“Luerna–”
She pressed her card against the door and shoved in. Before it could close, Levka’s foot intercepted. “Wait.” He held the knob, watching her from the entryway but she went into the bedroom. He rested his forehead against the doorframe. He hesitated, wondering if he should leave, but then he stepped in, shutting the door. He made no further move.
Luerna appeared, standing, staring, aggravation on her brow. “You connive this meeting with my brother; you fly me hours away from home to a hotel room where no one knows who we are. And you say goodnight?”
He scratched at his stitches, trying to piece together what he wanted to say without sounding like an asshole. “I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
“What? You think I’m too messed in the head? You think you can take advantage of me?”
“No–”
“Then what? Don’t you want me?”
Levka sighed and whispered. “It’s not about what I want, sunshine.”
Her heart broke. “You think I don’t want you?” Luerna approached and Levka straightened, stiffening, almost fearful. His heart was chaotic in his chest, and his breath was getting heavy. It’s how she always made him feel; like he was having a heart attack.
“I can’t fix you, Luerna, you understand that, don’t you? This isn’t what will make everything better.”
Her hands lay on his chest. She could feel the pounding of his heart. “I’ll fix me,” she promised. “But I still want you, Levka.”
Those words broke him, and he gripped the back of her head as he smashed his lips against hers. It was brutal at first, desperate, and needed, but he slowed it, enjoying the way her lips molded into his with every move he made. Her fingers slid around his shoulders, her nails clinging to his skin. He parted from her, and their breath mingled together. He looked over her face, touching her bruised cheek, despising the man that did it. But she was still so beautiful. How could she ever think she wasn’t worth it?
A soft smile twitched on her lips, and she shared what she was feeling for the first time. “I love it when you look at me like that.”
He kissed her gently, passionately, and with every ounce of control he possessed. This moment was years in the making, and though every part of him wanted him to devour her instantly, this might be the only night they would have for a long time, so every second, every minute, every hour would have to be used properly.
Luerna pulled him by the hand, bringing him to the bedroom. He watched as she removed her shoes before she climbed on the bed. He toed off his sneakers and began to unbutton his shirt. Luerna got up on her knees and approached, knocking his hands away to continue the job. He brushed her hair over her shoulder before cupping the side of her head, holding her as he kissed her again. He teased her with his tongue, and she smiled into it. Levka enjoyed that smile.
He kissed down her cheeks and jaw, and his lips tasted her neck.
Luerna pushed his shirt off his shoulders, and her hands ran along every hill of muscle, admiring his body. He was hairless with a tattoo of a giant wolf head on his perfectly sculptured pectoral. Her fingers slid down the center of his abs, wonderfully outlined and detailed. His skin quivered, and she adored it.
Her fingers touched the button of his jeans. Levka straightened and his hands fell to the side. He was watching her, waiting, wanting her to reveal him. She bit her lip, flicking it open and the zipper descending was the only sound other than their heavy breathing.
“An anaconda, I believe you called it.” He grinned, biting his lip. “I hope I don’t disappoint. I’m not that big.”
Luerna pulled out his cock, and a grin fell over her face. “Close enough.”
He shrugged. “I’ll take it.”
“You ever hurt anyone with this?” She gripped his length, admiring the smoothness of his skin. She didn’t want to think of Rurik and the differences, but there were so many as if they were two different species.
Luerna found herself wanting to do something she never wanted to do before. She wanted to taste it.
She lowered her head, holding his massive cock in her hand, the tip pointing at her like an accusing finger. She licked it. The precum was sweet and salty. The hiss she got out of Levka was enough for her to run her tongue around it eagerly, desperate to please him. She bobbed her head, and a sigh came out of him, encouraging her. His hand was on her shoulder, calm and patient. Her other hand fingered his balls, they were smooth and hairless, a reminder of how they got waxed together. She loved it.
Levka pulled away from her, and she wiped the saliva from her mouth. “Lay down,” he instructed as he took off his pants, completely naked in front of her. She couldn’t take her eyes away. He was beautiful.
“Can you shut off the lights?” She asked as she pulled her shirt off.
Levka crawled on top of her and kissed her deeply, swirling his tongue with hers. Every part of her body touched him, and his erection was pressed tight against her. He kissed down her neck and the tops of her breasts, eager to see her nipples. The images in his head were never as good as the real thing. He nuzzled the fat, biting, and nipping, making sure not to leave any bite marks.
Because of her husband.
Levka stalled, stiffened, frozen. It was a horrible thought and one that nearly broke him.
Luerna touched his face. “Hey? You okay?”
He looked up at her, his gaze flicking over her face. The broken vessel in her eye ruined the beauty of her gaze. She was worried, already afraid he was changing his mind. Levka shook his head, kissing her lips, pressing his cock between her legs. She wrapped them around his waist and rubbed herself over him.
“Go shut off the lights,” she said again.
Levka kissed her breast. “No, baby, I want to see all of you.”
“No, Levka.” She tried to roll away, to move for the lamp, but Levka pulled her back, holding her down with his body.
“You’re beautiful, Luerna. All I see is perfection.” He pulled at her bra, releasing her nipple, and he captured it between his lips, sucking at it. She arched and moaned, her nails digging into his back as she wiggled beneath him.
He kissed down her stomach, lowering over her flat belly. All those babies and all she had to show for it was a little excess fat. How much work had she put into getting her body back, even with depression and five kids? How could she not see how amazing she was?
He pulled her black yoga pants and tossed them to the side. She wore gray panties, and her hands were on them, trying to cover herself. “Please turn off the lights.”
Her apparent anxiety became too much to ignore. He climbed off her and flipped the switch but, in compromise, turned on the bathroom light. He wouldn’t be able to see everything but he still wanted to make out her expressions as he pleasured her. Those were the memories he didn’t possess yet, and he wanted them fresh in his mind for months to come.
With her permission, he slid her underwear off. He kept a hold of her leg, kissing along her calf muscle to her knee. He lowered as he got to her thigh.
“Just fuck me, baby, please,” she begged.
His dick was pulsing, and her sweet plea was delicious. He gripped his cock, stroking it to ease the pressure. He kissed along her groin, moving slowly till he got to her hairless center. He could barely see anything in the darkness, but he could feel the lining of her pussy. She bucked against him, her hands on her face.
Levka pulled her hand down, and she looked at him as his tongue dashed over her clit. Her mouth fell open. Her hands dropped to her sides, and she clenched the blankets as she watched him eat her out. He rubbed his tongue all over it like it was the most delicious thing he’s ever had. He twisted her clit, sucking it, and her back arched off the bed. She had never felt something so amazing. Her breath heaved with every minute that went by. He would increase his pace and then slow it down. He’d bury his tongue deep into her vagina and wiggle it around before returning to tease her clit.
“Come on.” She tugged on his hand. “It’s fine.”
Levka’s brows knit and he licked one more time before he said, “Baby, I’m making you cum.”
“I, it takes forever.” She didn’t want to reveal that Rurik never got her off this way. He would complain after two minutes. Little did Rurik realize he never got her to completion, no matter what he did.
“I got time. Besides, it’s only been a few minutes. Let me enjoy this.”
“You like doing this?”
“Fuck yeah, are you kidding?”
The tension in her back faded, and she laid down, closing her eyes and allowing herself to indulge in this rare moment. She always thought it was a burden. She didn’t know anyone actually enjoyed eating pussy.
When her orgasm started approaching, she didn’t know what it was at first. She thought it was a mistake. But he kept his face buried against her, his tongue waving back and forth in a crazy effort until her hips bucked and he had to hold her down as he drank up every drop she had to give.
“Oh, my God,” she whimpered with her hands on her face.
Levka tried to lick a little more, but she squeezed her legs shut, pushing him out.
He sat on his knees, wiping his face on the bed sheet. He stroked his dick as he watched her struggle to recover. It was beautiful, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. He’d never felt so proud for making someone cum. He laid down behind her, kissing her shoulder, wrapping an arm around her to grip her breast so a finger could lazily touch her nipple. His cock was against her ass cheeks, and he used whatever friction to help ease the tension.
“You okay?”
A rough, short laugh came out of her. “Yeah.” He smiled into her shoulder.
Luerna turned in his arms and wrapped herself around him, kissing him with all the pent-up passion she’s kept alive during all these years. She felt for the first time like a real woman, desired, loved, cared for. She couldn’t explain to him how much that meant.
So she’d have to show him.
Luerna pushed him on his back as she straddled his waist. He reached for the condom on the nightstand, but she grabbed his hand and put it on her breast. “I’m on birth control,” she whispered to assure him.
“Wouldn’t be a good thing if your husband found cum leaking out of your pussy,” he said as he sat up, wrapping his arms around her. Her vagina was rubbing all over his dick, making him nice and wet. “Though I’d enjoy that very much.”
“We haven’t had sex in years.”
It shouldn’t have meant anything to him. She was married and having sex with her husband should never be a surprise. But knowing she hadn’t been touched by that fuck eased so much stress. Stress that had built up over months and years of thinking about it.
Luerna propped herself up on her knees and grabbed his cock to steady him. Levka leaned back on his hands, watching as she lowered on him, as her pussy devoured his cock. He bit his lip to keep from groaning, throwing his head back the moment she sat on him fully inside of her. She used his shoulders to help her move. “OH, fuck,” he cursed. He grabbed her hips, falling back to the bed, and watched every move she made. Her fat tits were bouncing, and her moans were loud and plenty. It was more than he could ever dream. She was a masterpiece. How could he convince her that she was absolutely everything he wanted? Words failed him as she rode his cock. Levka stopped her before he came, and he tongued her nipples in an attempt to calm down.
Holding her hips, he got up on his knees. She locked her legs around his waist. He was powerful in his movements, holding her like a sack of flour, barely hindered by the weight. He laid her on her back and dived back into her pussy. He stretched his body over hers, squeezing her breasts between them as he slowly slid in and out, kissing her chin, her neck, and her lips.
She watched him, and a soft little question broke through. “Does it feel good?”
The insecurity was painful to hear, and it stalled his movements. How much did Rurik bring her down? What was he saying to her to make her question such a thing? He struggled with a reply. He was angry and bitter while overwhelmed with love. It was then he realized words would have to come. She needed them, and as much as he didn’t like sounding like a pansy, his pride would have to take second place.
Levka brushed her hair off her forehead as he looked her in the eyes. “Luerna, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. The way you care for your children, the way you care for your family, and how you put everyone before yourself blows me away. For so long, all I’ve wanted was to care for you, to show how much you deserve to be loved.” His thumb brushed at the tear on her temple. “And yes, baby.” He paused to kiss her, twisting his tongue with hers as he slowly moved again. He parted, panting, lifting up on his knees. “Your pussy is amazing. You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, increasing his speed, watching the way she tilted her head back as her mouth popped open. He found a good spot, it seemed. With the encouragement, Levka pounded into her with intense energy. He held the back of her thighs, pushing her knees nearly to her breasts getting in deep. Her moans transformed, and curses were plenty.
They stopped and started three more times, but the moment she came again, Levka couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He came buried deep into her pussy as she clung to him, her heavy breath as loud as his own. “Oh, god,” she whimpered. “That was incredible.” She fell back on the bed and was spent.
Levka leaned down and kissed her gently, making out with her, and within a minute, he started flexing his hips again. She pulled back. “Are you serious?”
Levka kissed her jaw and neck and said, “We only have tonight, sunshine.”