Chapter 20
Her mouth makes my guilt impossible to think about.
Oh, but regardless, it’s there, so heavy, I’m unable to breathe. A gnawing sensation ravaging my insides while my mind and body are consumed by concurrent pleasure.
I never meant for it to go this far. Never thought it would. Certainly didn’t plan on it at the start of the night. Being tied up, I can’t alter my course now, but as she was winding the silk rope around my ankles and wrists, I was forced to come up with a new plan. After she’s finished with me, she’ll release me.
And that’s when the game ends.
But for now…for now, I betray even myself. My own hatred. My people. I betray everything I hold dear as I willingly lie here and allow Vanessa to take my submission for herself.
But mio Dio, this feels fantastic.
She drags her mouth up and down my shaft, her tongue looping around my head and fluttering against the sensitive underside. She holds me steady with one hand, massaging my base, while her other toys with my balls. She knows precisely what she’s doing to make me mindless.
It’s been a long time since I had someone like her. Someone who isn’t scared of the dominance they have. Who teased me until I gave in and pleaded for more. I get the sense that it won’t be the final time I beg tonight, but the Merciless Queen also better learn from my methods because by the end of this, it’ll be her on her knees begging for my mercy.
A funny twist of fate, if you ask me.
Vanessa’s teeth gently scrape up the sensitive skin and a moan breaks from my mouth. No matter how hard I’m trying to remain silent and not give her gratification, she’s taking it. She swallows me deep again. So deep, I hit the back of her throat and she gags before her throat tightens with her swallow, her breath blowing warm over the base of my stomach, and she somehow manages to keep me in place.
Damn.
After another moment, she shifts her legs, placing one on either side of my left one, and lowers her hips until I feel it. Her wet cunt rubbing like a cat along me. She hums with my cock down her throat, the sound vibrating straight to my balls, sanity, and the shred of brain power I manage to cling to through all this.
Her lips grant me momentary relief when she pulls off me to murmur, “All from you, Zeno. That’s how you make me feel.”
I shouldn’t enjoy that statement as much as I do. Just like I shouldn’t fall victim to her mouth when she swallows me again, pumping her hands in time with her sucking until heat builds in the base of my spine, and a blissful mixture of tenseness and relaxation wires my nerves.
My arms jerk in their bounds, desperate to touch her. To shove her head down, like she did to me. To keep her there and ensure she never lets up. Not until my cum is painting the inside of her throat, and even then.
Her tongue swirls my head and white spots decorate over my eyes. I’m getting close…
Her hips rock against my leg and instead of remaining still, I find myself moving however I can. Just another tick to add into the betrayal column. After this, after I repent, I anticipate her death being the ultimate act to resolve me of all this.
Just part of the plan, I tell myself, as my orgasm builds. As if she read my body language, she sucks harder, until a bliss consumes me and?—
She releases me with a pop , a snarky grin that’s way too sexy, and slides up my body.
“Puttana,” I curse, thankful she wouldn’t understand the Italian word of bitch .
She walks her hands up my chest, playfully pouting before flicking a thumb along my bottom lip. “Now, now, that sounded too angry for what you’re about to receive.”
“Please,” I beg, hating every syllable of that word. I shouldn’t be the one begging today.
Vanessa smiles gently. Too soft, it seems way too kind for someone of her DNA. “Trust me,” she whispers. “I have somewhere better for you to come.”
She reaches over and grabs the condom from beside us, after earlier taking it from the bedside table drawer. With her teeth, she quickly rips the condom package open and expertly rolls it down my length.
She readjusts again until her cunt hovers over my cock and— oh! Warmth better than even her mouth envelops me as she sinks down, taking me inside her inch by inch. Every one of my nerves tenses at the same time, my body doing a full convulsion while my hands form tight fists, for once hating being tied up. For the first time ever, being tempted to call out my safe word, only so she can unfasten me and I can touch her.
She’s so fucking tight. So warm. So per—I shut the thought down as soon as it formulates, thankful that it truly is my final thought because she’s now taken three inches inside her.
“Fuck,” I groan, biting my tongue before her name—a reverence at this point—slips out and she realizes I know precisely who she is. Being tied up isn’t the most ideal of times to have a weapon pulled on me. It’ll be a fight I’d likely lose. For my own life and the job I agreed to take on—her assassination—I resist.
She groans low and drawn-out, a Russian term slipping out of her pouty lips, spoken softer than any I’ve heard in my time in her country. “You feel fucking amazing, Zeno.”
She takes me deeper, to the point I’m almost buried all the way inside her. She’s wet and with little effort and a couple small thrusts, is able to easily slide the rest of the way down my length. Her hands clutch my abs for balance and it’s now when I realize precisely how I’ve fucked up.
She drives down, thankfully breaking the train my thoughts were quickly about to crash on. Then she lifts up and down again, and I stop everything. Thinking, feeling…anything other than her.
The feel of her tight core clenching around my cock.
The sound of her breathy moans filling the room.
The scent of her poison, doing exactly what it’s meant to—robbing me of my senses.
And the sight of her. The way her pussy is moving over my length. The image of me sliding in and out of her. Her blissful expression as every bounce ends with a sharp sigh, a relieved breath, and lips parting.
Her nails curl into my abs, pulling my gaze up to her face, but she knowingly smirks. “Seeing how well you fit inside me? How this perfect cock of yours is filling me?”
Vanessa reaches a hand down between us and circles her swollen clit with two fingers, her thrusts not slowing the slightest. She rubs herself, her nails sliding against the base of my cock every time she lifts.
She hums in agreement and murmurs, “Oh, yes. You feel so fucking fantastic, Zeno. I might be unable to let you go after this.”
Words spoken to all her marks, no doubt. She is the Pakhan, after all, and knows how to play people. A fact I need to start recalling now that she and I are nearing the end.
She stops touching herself to instead arch backwards, positioning her hands behind her on my thighs. The new angle makes her tighter, my cock coming dangerously close to release.
Her head tosses back and she completely takes over then, wanton in her moans and motions, her thrusts quickening until she’s practically shaking on me. Her quivers increase until suddenly subsiding and she goes absolutely still, her orgasmic cry echoing through the room and likely beyond as her pussy gets unbelievably tight around me.
Wetness drenches me from between her thighs and I can’t look away from her pussy pulsating around my cock, her angle doing me a great service. She comes down slowly, her pants subsiding as she sits up and starts rocking on me.
“Now, it’s your turn.”
She leans forward and quickly yanks on the rope around each wrist, freeing them, and then reaches for my ankles. I’m barely stable before she’s holding onto my shoulders and is returning to her previous speed.
“Touch me,” she commands. “When you come, I want to feel you. All of you.”
It’s dangerous to be untied: better when I couldn’t touch her. Easier to pretend that what I’m doing isn’t a bad thing. Being able to put my hands on her, hold her down so she can come again, when I do… fuck .
But my hands remain by my side for only so long until they’re grabbing her hips. Not helping her move, leaving the control in her hands, but just feeling her. I reach between us and rub my thumb along her swollen clit. Her gasp is sharp and her eyes flit open, finding mine, but she doesn’t stop me.
It’s like the heat builds and builds, my need to push up inside her threatening to take over, but thankfully, she grants us both what we need and commands, “Come now, Zeno. You’ve done so well tonight.”
With her permission, it takes biting my lip and focusing not to come. Her brows frazzle when I don’t after a few seconds but my hand clamps tight on her hip, my other putting friction and pressure onto her clit.
She realizes then what I’m doing, even when I don’t fully understand it. But between her motions and my stroking, my orgasm mingles with her second. Her pussy clamps down on my cock, draining the cum from me as our cries mix in the otherwise silent room.
There’s an immediate heaviness that overcomes me when everything I just did comes crashing down. I need to get out of here. Finish this, her, and escape before I allow myself to enjoy this more than I currently am.
She slumps onto my chest but not before bringing both my wrists to my side and rubbing where the rope was tied. After a moment, she slides off me and crawls to the end of the bed, her perfect ass capturing my entire view, before she rubs down my ankles as well.
“You okay?”
“Perfect,” I reply.
More than perfect, if I’m honest. Because soon this entire night can disappear into the abyss I’ll chalk up as drunken idiocy, even though, I’m not drunk. Return to Rome and report the task complete. Collect my winnings, and be done.
After removing the used condom, I sit up and she cups my face, examining me with the same closeness that had me questioning if she recognized me earlier.
“No man,” she says in a low voice, “in a long time has pleased me the way you have tonight. Thank you. I’ll get you something to wash up with, but feel free to shower too.”
She’s gone before my next blink, the momentary emotional baggage she nearly dropped between us fizzling out. I watch her disappear into the bathroom and shut the door before getting off the bed and reaching for my clothing.
It’s now or never.
Her offer of a shower, while kind, will have to wait indefinitely. The bed behind me is the sign of my guilt—and I wish I could say none of it is for her, but that’s a lie. Not only to the people I’ve betrayed, but to her. Even if she deserves everything and more for what her father did…it doesn’t lessen the heavy sensation on my shoulders of what tonight was. That she believes she brought home an easy one-night stand when she really let a killer straight into her bed.
I quickly slip on my jeans and shoes, sliding my weapons into my back pockets for now. I’m buttoning up my shirt when Vanessa returns, wet cloth in hand.
“Oh.” Her low voice carries across the room and I spot a flash of an emotion I didn’t know her to be capable of. It’s gone so quickly, it’s possible I imagined it entirely, and then she shakes her head and straightens her spine, walking forward with an air of regality. “You’re dressed,” she states. “Didn’t want to clean up before taking off?” She wiggles the cloth in hand.
I finish the last button and turn away from her bed. With a press of my lips, the guise I’ve had on all night drops and I become the mercenary from earlier. The one who’s been stalking her for what feels like forever. Years of work is about to come to an end, and I’ve never been more excited by such a prospect.
“No, I need to be getting on the road.”
Keeping my motions subtle, I reach into my back pocket as I pace toward her, knowing once I finish my sentence, all bets are off. I saw the gun inside her bedside table’s drawer, and there’s probably more weapons hidden throughout this room.
Vanessa opens her mouth to reply but I stop her with the statement that’ll invoke conflict and officially send the Bratva into more chaos with the loss of their newest Pakhan.
“It’s been a pleasure, Miss Volkov. Certainly a night I’ll never forget.”
Checkmate.