Chapter 17 #2
I lead her into the house, but tonight everything feels different. It’s a heavy feeling as if the walls are holding their breath. Instead of turning toward her suite, we turn into my bedroom. The space is filled with dark wood and old stone. It’s a mix of southern architecture and Russian severity.
I shut the door behind us.
Aly’s hands are on me before I turn, slipping beneath my belt, drawing me closer by the hips in a way that almost has me stumbling.
The room is dark, with only the light of a standing lamp in the corner outlining formless furniture and space.
Her lips find mine, and it’s all heat and shadow and soft skin as she presses against me.
Nika’s jacket falls to the floor, revealing her full breasts and making my fingers twitch with want.
Her lip’s part, and her tongue sweeps across my upper lip. I accept her invitation eagerly and greedily. I grab her jaw roughly, forcing her mouth to open further. She moans into my mouth and my tongue delves deep, feeling her whine for me as she obeys me.
Before I can get my grip on her, she steps away with a gasp.
“What—” I rasp, but she’s shaking her head and stepping backward toward the en suite.
Even though it’s dark, I can still see her chin dip and shyness take over. Her nipples pebble into hard peaks, and her chest rises with each deep breath, revealing her genuine desire.
“I want to be clean for you.”
My heart does some kind of tangled death-leap in my chest.
I want to be clean for you.
It hurts to hear those words. My mouth drops open, ready to tell her that I don’t deserve that; anything clean, let alone her. Alyona has already turned and disappeared into the bathroom.
I move to the bed and sit down, trying to still my mind though I can’t catch a single coherent thought.
I shouldn’t.
I want.
The rules.
A glimpse of movement catches my eye. From here I can see the mirror, and in the reflection, I see Aly peeling off what’s left of her clothes. As the shower runs, I watch her, catching slight glances of her bare skin, curved throat, and full lips.
When she closes the glass door and disappears into the steam, I start pacing the floor.
No. No, no, no. She’s not really mine.
She can’t be.
Liev. I try to remind myself to remember what I said to him. But he’s the last thing I’m thinking about when she’s so close, bare, and clean.
Apparently, I’m willing to burn it all down because I step into the bathroom and shed my own clothes methodically. Through the steam, I see Aly’s head turn as she realizes what I’m doing. She doesn’t tell me to stop, and she doesn’t try to hide herself when I open the door and step inside.
Instead, she slows down her movements until I’m right behind her.
She arches her lower back and presses her ass against my already throbbing cock.
“Alyona,” I whisper in her ear, wrapping an arm just under her breasts and pulling her against me.
The water spills down the front of her body as her head drops back onto my shoulder. I place a gentle kiss to the place where her neck meets her shoulder, nipping gently, slowly cupping her breasts and hefting them in my hands. She moans at my touch, and her back arches even more, wanting it.
“Remember,” I say over the rush of the water, “when I had you like this in the alley? The way you came for me…just for me?”
The sound that comes out of her is somewhere between a whimper and a whine. Her hands cover mine, wordlessly showing me how to touch her, and I smile against her neck.
“So good for me. All for me.”
I let one hand drop down her belly, delving between her legs. I have a perfect view of her curves and watch the water cascade down them. My cock throbs to attention, bobbing against the cleft of her ass as I find her slick center.
“Mmm, Kaz,” Aly gasps, shaking. “I—I want—”
“What do you want?” I prompt her. Everything about this moment is overwhelming. Having her here, touching her, giving in to my desires, and being the one to show her…everything. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you. I want you to touch me, I want…”
As her words drift off, her hand shyly finds my length between us. I let out a satisfied groan as she squeezes my shaft experimentally.
“Blyat. Yes, yes, Aly, just like that. Fuck, tight like that.” Thrusting into her hand, I say, “you’re just as tight as this, aren’t you, Alyona? And so wet for me.”
I gently slap her clit, feeling her body jerk against mine in surprise. With a dark laugh, I tighten my grip on her and caress her back; she relaxes under my touch.
“Kaz,” she whines, struggling to turn, her blonde hair darkened by the water. “I want you.”
Her eyes are locked on mine, and I can’t help the slow smirk that appears on my face. “You want…me. Which part of me do you want, Alyona?”
When her fingers graze my stiff cock, I shake my head.
“No. Tell me. I want to hear you say it. Out loud.”
She hisses when I grip her jaw again to direct her gaze. “Tell me what you want, Alyona. Maybe, if you ask nicely, I’ll give it to you.”
She nods and looks down as a blush colors her already warm cheeks. She says, “I want…I want you to fuck me, Kazimir. I want you to fuck me.”
The heat that burns through my loins threatens to burn every piece of my very existence as soon as the words leave her mouth. I heave in a breath, thoughtless, on autopilot, and trying to figure out what to do next.
Could she really be mine? She wants to be mine.
She wants to give herself to me.
“Come here,” I rumble, tugging her toward me as I back up to the tiled ledge at the back of the spacious shower. The water sprays against the floor, and a waterfall on the left warms the seat. “Here.”
She follows obediently, licking her lips as she takes me in. I sit back, legs spread apart, letting her see all of me; letting her see how badly I want her.
My cock is so hard it’s almost painful; purple at the tip. I give it a long, slow stroke, and pre-cum beads at the tip.
“How…?” she asks, eyes darting up to mine. I know she’s trying to imagine how this is going to work. How I’ll possibly fit inside her tight little pussy.
“Closer,” I tease, enjoying the way her breath flutters as she takes another step.
Then another.
When I can reach, I ghost a knuckle over her clit, and it makes her shudder.
“Mmm. Still wet for me, Alyona, aren’t you?”
My fingers delve between her folds, feeling the slick coating on her thick thighs now that we’re out of the stream of water.
“Don’t worry. I’ll show you. I’ll even let you have some control,” I laugh darkly, drawing her closely. I hook one hand under her knee and guide it up onto the seat. “Stay like that. Right there.”
Her tits are in my face, belly brushing my chest as I grip my dick and guide it to her heat.
I slide through her folds right away, teasing the tip, getting us both ready.
We’re already out of breath in seconds with anticipation.
Aly comes closer to me, one hand threading fingers into my loose hair as she does, brows knit as instinct tries to guide her.
“Does this feel good?”
I tap the head of my cock against her clit, and she gasps.
“Good. This might be quick, Aly. Just this time, though. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
I say the last part as I nuzzle her chest. I don’t want her to see the vulnerable truth in my words or see my obsession. “I promise if this happens again, when this happens again, I’ll show you how good and perfect it can be. It’s addictive. Tonight, I want to make you feel good. Okay?”
She nods, unable to speak. I guide her hips closer and lift her other leg onto the ledge. She grips the handle on the wall and steadies herself. I try to focus, but all I can do is stare at the place where I’m about to enter her. Her wet heat and blonde curls trimmed just for me.
All mine.
Pulling her hips down, it takes everything in me to fight thrusting up as Aly settles over me.
Her pussy stretches tight around my length and I groan.
Her head drops back, and I watch her blissed out expression.
She widens her knees instinctively until she’s seated all the way down, and my cock is buried in her perfect velvet heat. Her body is plush and hot against mine.
“Just like that,” I encourage her, rocking a little so she can see how good this will feel. “Perfect. Just like that, Aly. Now…”
We move like we were made for this. Aly rises up onto her knees, just enough to come back down, harder than I expect, but taking my girth.
She lets out a little sound of surprise, repeating the motion, excitement clearly setting in as her eyelids grow heavy.
I grip her ass and guide her up and down my length.
God, I’m going to lose it. I’m going to make a fool of myself. Leader of the Savannah Bratva, coming early all because of a curvy woman riding my dick. A virgin using me for her own pleasure.
The thought makes my balls tighten. I hold my breath, trying to remember the blood from earlier in the night to take the edge off. But it doesn’t help; something about the memory of storming into The Foundry and taking what’s mine only makes it hotter when she gives herself to me.
Aly lets out little whimpers as her clit grazes my abs. I start thrusting up into her, unable to help myself, both of us trying to grip whatever we can to keep this going.
“Fuck, Kaz, I’m—”
Her eyes are glazed. I reach up and grab her chin, crushing her mouth to mine, plunging my tongue between her lips and thrust my cock again.
She moans into my mouth, hips tilting as she rides me harder.
I can feel that she’s close. She’s trembling, and her fingers tug my hair subconsciously.
The pain is so pleasurable that I can feel the rush of heat that means I won’t last much longer.
“Take it,” I rumble, slapping her ass, “take it, Aly, just like that. You’re mine. Mine. I’ll always be the one who had you first, had you wet and begging, won’t I?”
She comes with a cry, but I keep shoving her up and down on my cock, feeling her tighten even as my own orgasm rushes over me in a throb of heat.
I groan out curses, holding her tight and spilling into her.
I sink my teeth into her skin hard enough that she jerks back a little until I suck soothingly at the spot.
When it’s over, we can barely hold ourselves up. Aly moves stiffly off my lap, knees trembling. I follow quickly and help her back into the stream of water, cleaning both of us off with soap, massaging shampoo and then conditioner into her hair.
Losing myself more and more with each sigh that slips from her lips.
Fuck. What did I do?
The thought is like hitting a brick wall. Aly doesn’t seem to notice when I go quiet and spend longer in the shower once she steps out and wraps herself in a towel.
Thoughts tumble through my mind in a panicked tangle. Fucking idiot. You’re messing this up. She isn’t yours, she can’t be, and if this gets out—when you have to give her up—
Afterwards, the world feels altered, quieter and more dangerous.
I know it’s because I’ve crossed a line.
Aly sleeps tangled in my sheets; her face relaxed for the first time since I dragged her into this life.
I sit at the edge of the bed, watching her breathe, knowing with absolute clarity that there is no turning back now.
A bruise is forming just below her collarbone, in the shape of my teeth. You don’t deserve this, a dark voice whispers. Tonight never should have happened.
There’s no part of me that could have left her like that, and I will never let harm come to her.
Hinto wanted my attention.
And now he has it.
Anyone who thinks they can use Alyona Demsky against me has already signed their own death wish.