Chapter Twenty-Four
E katerina was a very sexual woman, and despite knowing how much she enjoyed being fucked by me, this public display was very out of character for her.
She was definitely not a prude, but she was also not as much of a voyeur either.
Earlier, when I’d fucked her in the elevator, she had been mortified that others might see us, yet she wanted me to fuck her now for the entire city to see.
I grabbed her by the neck, and as my hand tightened around her throat, there were no flares of excitement, desire, or anger to be found in the cloudy depths of her eyes.
In fact, Ekaterina could hardly stare at me.
Her gaze was so unfocused and a bit hazy.
She’d had the one drink earlier, and even if she had defied me and stolen another, something was wrong.
“You’re intoxicated,” I said to her.
She refocused her gaze on me. “I’m not, Kingston. I’m horny.”
I arched a brow. She was definitely on something that included more than alcohol. As I continued to stare at her, I couldn’t hold her attention, and she shifted nervously on my lap. She was horny, though. I could feel a dampness on my thigh where she straddled me, but it was more than that.
“What were you just drinking, puisín?”
“W-water,” she stammered before leaning in the best that she could so she could move back to what she had started with my shirt.
I felt the brush of her fingers against the flesh she was baring, and I was now in the same state that she was.
My cock was hard and throbbing, but I could rectify that once I was balls deep inside of her.
If she was anyone else and our circumstances not what they currently were, I would keep this one tied to my bed.
Back at my loft, I had a soundproof room that would be perfect for all the things I wanted to do to her in this moment.
Only, it wasn’t a current feeling, but one that never seemed to go away.
That realization made me scowl, so I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head.
When I refocused on the moment, I looked down between us to where she had undone the last button on my shirt.
Right after, the jolt of electricity that usually passed between us shocked us both.
She rocked back as much as she could and moaned, while I released a low growl.
“I think you’re a liar,” I said to her in as cool a tone as I could.
“And I think you’re not man enough for the job,” she said moments before my hand tightened even more.
She was so good at goading me into doing her bidding.
I was much more mature and worldly than my kid brother had been, so I could only imagine how easily Princeton had succumbed to her charm.
I wasn’t my brother, which she would soon see.
Ekaterina might think she could top me, but I ruled these streets.
I controlled them...I controlled her...I owned her...
At least until she gave me what I needed.
It wasn’t anything I even wanted, but to hold on to everything, it was a sacrifice I was willing to make.
After all, my grandfather had told me throughout the years that sacrifice sometimes involved pain, and I not only had to inflict it, but also endure it for the sake of the family.
The Brannington Empire. I’d spoken to Cillian again tonight, but he seemed more interested in the pack of women hanging off his every word.
It was his birthday, and I knew one of those women would blow his candle out, if they didn’t all take turns.
Still, I was worried about Cill, who’d been a shell of himself over the last five or six years.
“Don’t buy trouble worrying about things that don’t concern you. Take care of your own house before trying to tear down another’s” my grandfather had preached over the years.
Right now, my house was in shambles. I was married to a woman whose very existence I hated, and whose life I wanted to permanently end. I was being forced to create an heir I didn’t even want. There might’ve been wisdom in his words after all.
I turned my eyes to my wife, and she was looking more dazed by the second. I released her neck from my grip, and the moment I did, she bolted off my lap. As soon as she tried to turn, I watched her stagger, needing to clutch the tree trunk to hold herself up.
I sprang to my own feet, then grabbed Ekaterina. I pinned her between myself and the tree, then fused my mouth to hers. The second that I did, anger filled me and began to mix with the adrenaline and desire already flowing through my veins.
She clung to me the moment I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I immediately detected both citrus of lime and orange before tasting the tequila on her tongue. She had lied to me, as suspected. Pulling away, I stroked the side of her face.
“Let’s get out of here. We have a room upstairs.”
She beamed at me, and while I returned a feral grin at her, it wouldn’t be for the reason she thought.
Did I intend to fuck her tonight? Absolutely!
Would she enjoy what was to come? Definitely not, at least in the end.
The last thing I wanted to do was make a commotion out here when there were still so many inside, so I kept my cool as I placed one hand behind her back, then led her back into the hotel.
Instead of re-entering the ballroom, we took a different set of elevators up from the lobby.
The entire ascent, I had to remind myself that I needed her for a purpose.
Until she fulfilled it, I would never be free of her.
After her antics tonight, that time couldn’t come soon enough.
The very fact that she had made me fly into a jealous rage earlier as well only added to my desperation to father a son as quickly as possible.
I refused to feel anything other than lust or disgust for this whore, and I wouldn’t let my guard down for a single second, or else I’d likely end up like Princeton.
I hurried her to the room as soon as we reached our floor and made it inside our room. She spun around and grabbed me. “I need you to fuck me like you’ve never fucked me before.”
“I’m not used to such vulgarity from you, puisín. If you want my cock, drop to your fucking knees and ask me nicely.”
“Here?” she asked as she looked around.
“Right there,” I said as I pointed at the floor.
She tried to gracefully lower herself, but as she wobbled, she lost her balance and tumbled forward onto the floor instead. It didn’t faze her as she quickly recovered. Once she was steady on her knees, I moved closer and let her remove my belt. After, she loosened the button, then unzipped them.
My cock sprang free, and she wasted no time fisting it. “You must really want a second round,” I mused as I ran a hand through her hair before wrapping a large swath of the dark silk around my wrist.
“I do,” she quickly answered. “I need you to fuck me so badly.”
Her last words came out more like a pout, and it made my earlier grin reappear. “Then suck me until I feel the same desperation as you.”
Something flashed on her face, but she leaned in closer and seconds later wrapped her mouth around the tip of my cock.
I watched her as she stared up at me while working me to her throat, but there was something not right about all of this.
A glimmer of awareness struck me as I realized exactly how intoxicated she was, but since I had no intention of getting off in her tonight, I tightened my grip on her hair in instruction to continue.
Ekaterina had been a fast learner, if nothing else, since we had first fucked in a room similar to this one.
Despite her own animosity toward me, she had accepted her fate and actually put forth effort when it came to sex.
I wanted to think it was because she was as desperate to have a child as I was, but her bad decisions said something else entirely.
“I love watching how my cock stretches that venomous mouth of yours,” I told her as she tilted her head to take me deeper, then swallowed down around the tip.
The one thing I could say about sex with her was that it was never boring, or even unsatisfactory.
Therein lay the problem. “Keep up,” I said the moment she slowed down.
Ekaterina began to suck me harder and faster, and those two things were what usually made us both come quicker, especially when I was buried balls deep inside of her.
My grip tightened on her head before I yanked it back.
When I did, my cock slipped from her mouth, and she quickly tried to grab me once more.
“Enough!” I barked out.
Her tongue darted out, and I watched as she ran it up and over her top lip before running it across her bottom one. From there, she bit down nervously on it as she peered up at me. “Did I do something wrong?”
“You tell me, puisín.”
“T-tell you what?”
“What did you have to drink before going outside the party tonight?”
“Water,” she quickly said, and I yanked her head back even more.
“You’re a goddamned liar. How come your water tastes like a margarita?”
The moment she had been busted, her eyes widened.
I wanted to see the fear in them, but they were still so clouded over.
I knew it was from more than that drink.
She hadn’t really been out of my sight long enough to have more than a few sips, and even mixed with the one from earlier, she would still be mostly sober.
Ekaterina could drink me under a table, and her carelessness now only angered me more.
Visions about the way I intended to punish her made my cock twitch between us. I’d definitely rather feel her mouth wrapped around me, but that would only reward her, which was the last thing I planned to do.
“I didn’t finish it,” she finally said in a small voice.
I pulled Ekaterina to her feet a bit more roughly than intended, and I couldn’t be sure if it was that or her intoxication that made her wobble unsteadily. Releasing her hair from my grip, she backed up until her ass hit the edge of the dresser.
I advanced on her, stopping when just inches from her. “And did you take anything? Maybe something someone handed you?”
“No, I swear I didn’t,” she said.
“Did you put your glass down for even a few seconds and turn away?”
“I dunno...Maybe...Possibly...Why?” and then she gripped the dresser edge with one hand and covered her forehead with the other. “I’m dizzy, and I’m burning up.”
“For fuck’s sake, I think someone slipped something in your goddamn drink.”
“What?” she said strickenly. “Please don’t blame me. I just?—”
“I want to fucking blame you, but you didn’t know your drink had been drugged. I do blame you for your defiance to begin with because we’d already decided you would not have any more alcohol tonight.”
“Well, you decided that, but?—”
“You agreed eventually, so now you’re going to need to be punished.”
“I’m also turned on right now. Please fuck me. You can rail me?—”
“I could rail you, but your defiance will not go unpunished.”
“Then fuck me, Kingston. I can’t wait another minute.”
“So eager, but be careful what you wish for.”
I then decided I would rather be home, so we reversed course and headed back to the loft. Once there, I edged her multiple times before leaving the both of us unsatisfied. Going to bed with blue balls wasn’t something I relished, and it wouldn’t happen again.