Chapter 14 Kirill
KIRILL
She kisses me back. For a second I think I’m dreaming, but no. She arches against me, so perfectly responsive.
I plunge my hands into her hair and hold her face, kissing her as deeply as my dark, tattered soul can reach, as though I can absolve myself in her sweetness.
Her tongue meets mine, and I’m dizzy with how good this feels. Just a kiss. My lips on hers, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. It’s almost innocent, and yet it’s also wet and hot and an obvious prelude to a deeper connection.
Reluctantly, I lift my head, breaking the kiss I’ve been plundering her mouth with. Tess’ blue eyes are like gazing into the sky around the sun. Blinding. Pure. Not for the likes of me.
I should let her go. She won’t tell anyone about my killings, I’m sure of that.
But as I stare at this beautiful girl, an emotion rises like a tidal wave. I can’t give her up. If that means a lifetime of catching her when she runs, it’s a price I’ll pay. We’re both still panting from the run and our messy, brutal kiss.
She tests her lip with her tongue, checking the place where I kissed her, and the sight of her little pink tongue releases something feral in me.
“I need to touch you,” I demand, even as I’m shoving her shorts and knickers down. Her skin is warm and silky, but when I palm over her slit, it’s me that moans.
She’s soaked. It’s too easy to split her open with my fingers. She parts her legs as best she can, allowing me the access I crave. My already hard cock throbs.
“All this wetness for your captor, huh,” I tease her as I rub two fingers over her clit.
She jolts.
“Answer me.” I stroke lower, to where her body gives, and caress her entrance.
“Yes.” She brings a hand to my shoulder and the other to my waist, and the embrace does a crazy fluttering thing to my heart.
“You like being chased down, don’t you?” I nudge one finger almost into her, then withdraw, and skim my thumb over her clit. “Tell me you love it, and all this cream is for me, and I’ll make you come.”
She makes inarticulate noises of desire, but no words.
I draw circles around her clit, building her up.
“I know your secrets, Tess. I know you crave this.” If I’m wrong, I’ll throw myself out of the top window of the Blackfen tower block offices.
But I’m not wrong. Her body isn’t lying.
She’s writhing against me now.
“Say it,” I demand.
“Please, Kirill.” Her words are barely a breath. “Please.”
“Nearly.” I tighten the circles so my thumb rubs right over her clit and she keens. “Say that you love being chased by me.”
She leans into me as I stroke her, leaning on me for support. But she doesn’t say the words I want.
“Tell me.” I stop my fingers moving, just resting at her entrance. “First favour. Give me the truth.”
She sobs, and lets out a high-pitched whine. Then the confession bursts out of her. “Yes! Yes! I love it! I’m wet for you. I love you chasing me!”
My heart does another inappropriate leap.
“Please!” And she’s looking up into my face, her blue eyes wide and trusting.
My fingers are already moving, and my thumb rubbing on her clit. I push one fingertip into her impossibly tight hole, and bite back my own moan at the way her greedy little pussy takes it. I work her, opening her up until she can manage a second finger. Then that’s even better.
“That’s it, take it. Come for me, lapochka.”
It’s so intimate. My fingers in her stick folds, all my attention on her. It’s not like sex, when I’m thinking about my own pleasure as much as my partner’s. No, this is all for her.
Her eyes on me make me feel naked. Revealed. I almost want the mask back.
It’s impossible to hide my true self, in all its flawed, stark, private bleakness, from her. I don’t think I could, even if I tried.
But uncomfortable as it is, I don’t mind Tess seeing me. I think I want her to see me.
“Go on. Is that good? You like my fingers in your greedy little hole?”
She moans and arches into me.
“You’re so wet.” I can’t believe how she’s pouring with desire. So responsive to my every touch. “You’d make it easy for my cock to slide right in, wouldn’t you?”
She closes her eyes and whines, her cheeks going pink.
“It’s okay,” I rasp. “I won’t tell anyone what a little slut you are for me. How you need to come after I catch you.”
I want to kiss her, but I don’t bridge the small gap between our mouths. It feels like that would be taking from her, not giving, and I’m not doing that.
She rocks against me and my erection might burst. But this isn’t about me.
“Such a good captive, accepting her punishment so sweetly.” I keep rolling my thumb over her clit and grip the inside of her passage harder as I thrust in and out.
“You can’t stop the pleasure,” I whisper to her, a devil on her shoulder.
“Give into it. Let me feel you come all over my fingers. I want it, Tess.”
I push my erection against her, and we both moan.
“Show me how your tight little pussy feels when your kidnapper has forced you to come for him like a good girl.”
She breaks and crumples all at once, clamping down on my fingers as she screams, her sopping pussy spasming as she comes for me. She tightens so much she might cut off my blood supply.
I don’t stop. I hold her up as her legs give out and the pleasure racks through, ruining her.
“That’s it, go on. You’re such a good girl for me,” I tell her as she shakes in my arms.
I just drink her in. All that beauty. The sweet way her nose scrunches as she’s lost in pleasure. So pretty, my girl.
Then I carry her back to the house.