Chapter Five
Tiana
How?
How does he have such an effect on me?
I really don’t understand it. It’s beyond any sense or reason. I don’t understand how it is possible for my body to react to him this way. As soon as he touches me, it’s like I’m under an unbreakable spell. And no matter how my mind is fighting it, I’m left completely overpowered.
I will never set you free.
His words ring in my head as I stare up at him in a daze.
And though my brain is screaming at me to resist him, every other part of my body continues to melt at his touch.
This must be what insanity feels like. What other explanation is there?
And why does it feel so right every time he touches me?
This man just used me like some sort of container for his sperm, and I fucking loved every second of it.
What is wrong with you, Tiana?
I never thought I’d turn out like this after I lose my virginity. My mouth is filled with the sweet, salty tang of his cum, and when I lick my lips, it coats them too. And all I can think of is how good it feels to know that he’s pleased with me.
And that, for a while, I had complete control over him. As much as he might have been guiding my every move, he was mine as much as I was his.
My mouth curls up into a smile, and he traces his thumb over my bottom lip.
“So beautiful.” His voice is husky, and warmth floods me. For a moment, it feels like the world outside the room ceases to exist. All the lies and deceit seem far away and all that matters is this moment we’re sharing.
Don’t allow yourself to lose your mind again, Tee.
Remember, it’s all a lie.
It’s true. No matter how good it feels to be with him, I musn’t forget how messed up this is. Not to mention that there’s more at stake than just me. The little life growing inside me is much more important than how crazily my body responds to Kirill.
But for now, I allow myself to savor the moment.
Rearranging his pants, Kirill sinks to the floor in front of me until we’re eye-to-eye. He cups my face in his hands and brushes his lips over my forehead. “You please me, Ptichka .”
“Glad to hear.” I wink and my smile broadens.
I still don’t understand why this makes me feel so damned happy, but it does.
It’s beyond confusing. Just a few weeks ago, I would have done everything in my power to get out of this situation.
Hell, barely an hour ago, I was about to turn him over to the FBI.
And yet here I am, ready to lose myself in this man who makes my body sing for his touch.
You’re nuts, girl.
You belong in a nuthouse.
When Kirill’s lips trail from my forehead, over my eyelids, and down to my mouth, every inch of me feels like it’s tingling. By the time he parts my lips with his tongue, I’m breathless once more. And just like that, my body decides that I can’t control the way I respond to him.
So, I stop trying.
For now.
“I like the taste of my cum on your lips,” he says against my mouth.
He deepens the kiss, my face still cradled in his rough palms with a gentleness that rattles me almost as much as the brutal way he thrust into my mouth earlier.
This is an exploration of a different sort now.
It feels like he’s sliding into my soul.
I whimper and twine my arms around his neck, pressing against him as I kiss him back with a desperation that seems to come out of nowhere.
He sinks a knee onto the mattress and pushes me back until he’s hovering over me, our lips still locked.
I cling to him, anxious to feel every bit of him against me.
Warm, strong, lean, and muscular. I link a calf around his thigh, feeling the heavy muscles flex as he shifts to pull me further up the bed.
By the time he breaks the kiss, I’m stretched out beneath him, limbs entwined with his. He rests his forehead against mine, our lips millimeters apart.
“You are my most precious possession, little bird. You have nothing to be afraid of. Ever. Not from Zoya. Not from anyone.”
“Yes,” I whisper, gazing up at him like I’m hypnotized.
Whatever happened in the last twenty-four hours, this thing that he does to me is what I can’t get enough of.
The sense of being treasured. Being wanted…
No one has ever made me feel so completely possessed.
And as toxic and messed up as it is, as soon as it’s just the two of us in the room, all our problems, and the world outside ceases to exist. It’s just him and me, craving each other with a force that leaves me completely overpowered. And probably him too.
“ Ti takaya krasivaya, ” he murmurs, his eyes roving over my face in a way that makes me swallow hard. My resistance has completely crumbled, and I feel like I could bare my soul to him.
“Kirill…” I pull in a deep breath, but the words get stuck on the tip of my tongue. His mouth has closed over mine yet again, and I’m lost in the sensations. Lost in him.
I’m such a goner, it’s almost pathetic. But I can’t fucking think straight when he touches me like this. When his hand traces down the line of my neck, to my shoulder, and then to my chest, I’m shaking with the need for more. For all of it. His hand cupping my breast has my back bowing.
“Mmmmm,” I moan into his mouth as his thumb strokes over my nipple.
I can feel that I’ve gone wet in an instant.
Although, if I’m honest with myself, that already started when I had his cock in my mouth.
And I can’t understand how that could be because nothing about it felt like it should bring me pleasure… and yet it did.
Unlocking my arms from around his neck, I slide my hands over his shoulders, exploring the hard lines of them before moving down his arms and then to the top of his pants.
I tug his shirt free, eager to feel the warmth of his bare skin against my palms. He pulls back and yanks it over his head, not bothering to unbutton it.
My eyes rove over his chiseled, tattooed chest and sculpted belly before he sinks against me again.
“You’re so…” I want to say “beautiful,” but that doesn’t seem like the right word to use on this honed, godlike body that seems to be made to bring pleasure.
And pain.
But I don’t focus on the pain now. I think about his fingers grazing my stomach as he slides them under the bottom of my T-shirt and along the waistband of my jeans. And I think about the heat of him and what I know is about to happen.
“You belong here,” he says, his eyes dipping to where he’s stroking circles around my navel before looking up at me again. “You belong with me.”
“I know,” I murmur back. Right now, I believe it. Right now, I’d believe anything he told me just as long as he didn’t stop what he was doing with his hands… with his mouth on my throat when he lowers it to graze his lips down my neck.
Kirill’s fingers tease along the edge of my pants.
He hooks them in the waistband and pulls them down, taking my panties with them.
His lips follow the path his fingers just took, and I’m squirming beneath him, desperate for more.
I gasp when the warmth of his breath flutters over the soft fur covering my pussy.
But he doesn’t stop there. Gliding past, he kisses his way down my thighs, stubble grazing the soft flesh until I’m twisting against him.
He works his way back, teasing, taunting, until finally, his mouth is on my sex.
I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair as he slides this tongue along my slit, delving in before sliding up over my clit.
“Oh… oh fuck!” I gasp as he licks and sucks at me hungrily. He’s driving me crazy, and I can’t get enough.
“You are so wet, so ready for me, my little bird,” he says against my aching flesh.
I can feel the heat building in my core, spreading outward until I’m aching for release.
It doesn’t come… why would it? He delights in taunting me, and now he’s doing it with his mouth and his fingers.
He brings me to the edge again and again, his tongue flicking over my clit, then plunging inside me.
I’m writhing beneath him, begging him to let me come.
“Please, Kirill,” I gasp, my hips bucking against his mouth. “Fuck… I can’t…!”
He lifts his head, his lips glistening with my juices. Then he’s moving up my body, his mouth on mine again. I taste myself on his tongue, and it’s so intimate, so hot, that I moan into his mouth.
Settling between my thighs, he grinds his hips against mine, and I can feel his cock, hard and hot against me. I arch up, aching to feel him inside me, but he waits a moment, his thickly muscled arms caging me as he stares down into my eyes.
“ Ti ochen nuzhna mne. ” His words roll over me, and I have no idea what they mean, but I’m melting all over again, my chest heaving as I bow against him.
“Please,” I whimper. “Please… Oh fuck!” I suck in a breath as he shifts his hips and slides into me, filling me uttery and completely.
It’s slow at first, sensual and deep. He’s watching me, his eyes dark with desire, and it’s almost too much to bear. I can’t look away, can’t do anything but feel his hard length moving inside me.
“Yes! Oh, God… fuck yes!” I choke out.
He picks up the pace, thrusting harder, deeper into my core. I’m meeting him thrust for thrust, my nails digging into his back. It’s so good, so fucking amazing that I can’t even think anymore. All I can do is feel.
He leans down and kisses me again, his tongue sliding into my mouth as he fucks me, then pulls away as he fights for his own breath. A gleam of perspiration shimmers on his forehead, over the rolling muscles of his shoulders. And I’m moaning, whimpering, begging for more. I can’t get enough of him.
It’s building again, that heat in my core. The growing tingle that feels like it’s setting all my nerve endings on fire. I’m so close, so fucking close… and then he reaches between us and rubs my clit, and I explode.
“Oh… Fuck! Yes… Kirill!” I scream his name as the pleasure crashes over me, my body trembling and shaking beneath him as a thousand starbursts leave me blinded. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, and I’m soon coming again, my body milking his cock as he thrusts deep inside me.
“Tiana,” he groans my name as he follows me over the edge, spilling himself inside me.
I can feel every jerk and pulse as he buries himself deep, his hand on my hip holding me firm as he pumps out the last of his seed.
I’m surprised there’s anything left after the amount he gushed down my throat earlier.
But then again, although I don’t know much about the male capacity for producing cum, I’m pretty sure that Kirill Vyronov way outstrips the average.
He collapses on top of me, his head buried in the crook of my neck.
We’re both panting, trying to catch our breath, our skin hot and damp with sweet-scented sweat.
My hair clings to my face, and his stubble is rough against my skin.
I feel every single sensation as if my senses are heightened, honed, tuned into him.
Eventually, when I think I can breathe again, and he seems able too, he rolls off me, pulling me against him, his arms wrapped tightly around me.
I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady thud of his heart, my body shaking with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
As our breathing grows less ragged, he relaxes against me, his fingers running through my hair.
What the fuck just happened?
My mind is racing. I’m shaken, so damned shaken by the intensity of what we just did. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Never thought I’d get so lost in someone. But with him, it feels like I have no other choice. Kirill consumes me.
And I’m terrified of these feelings that bubble up in me, every time I’m with him. Terrified that they’re going to drown me, and take me to a place where I no longer have control.
Who are you kidding?
That already happened a while ago.
I wonder if it’s motherhood that’s making me so crazy for this man, the father of the tiny soul growing inside my belly. Maybe my hormones are going nuts, taking away the little control I had over myself.
I tilt my head and look up into his face, the hard lines softening as he looks down at me.
Cruel and yet beautiful. I reach up a hand and trace a finger along his jawline to his mouth.
He kisses my fingertip, and everything inside me melts all over again.
The turmoil I felt is replaced by something deeper, something warmer.
A contentment that seems impossible considering all that we’ve just been through.
“Kirill…” I clear my throat. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes encourage me to go on. “Kirill, I need to—”
A sharp knock at the door has my mouth snapping shut.
“Boss!” I recognize Dima’s voice, and resentment floods me in an instant.
Are you kidding me?
What now?
This is not the first time this happens. How is it possible that Dima always manages to choose the worst possible moment to interrupt us? Does he have a hidden talent for this or something?
“ Chto za huy? ” Kirill yells back, his arms tightening around me.
“It’s important.” Dima is persistent, and I hate him a little more than I did before.
“What the fuck do you want, mudak? ” Kirill raises his head. “Go back to that crazy bitch and watch her, like I told you.”
“Boss,” Dima clears his throat. “It’s your mother. Something is wrong with her.”
Kirill is up in an instant, grabbing clothes and dragging them on as he charges for the door.
And then he’s gone.