Chapter 39
NATALIA
Ithink I get it now.
Why Leks craves control in the bedroom, even as he treats me like something precious and breakable.
It’s because he was never given that choice.
“Tell me what to do,” I whisper against his neck.
I breathe in his strong, masculine scent. It’s just us here in the garden. A few of Leks’s men guard the house out front, but we haven’t hired any servants yet. I’ve never felt so much freedom at home and it’s intoxicating.
“Whatever you want.”
His eyes flash and he brings a hand to run the strap of my cami between his fingers.
“Take this off.” His voice drops into a husky growl.
I pull the silk singlet over my head, leaving me just in a miniskirt on Leks’s lap in the garden.
“You’re so fucking perfect.”
His grip on me tightens. With one hand, he pins both of my wrists behind my back. My back arches and my nipples scrape against him.
“You remember your safe word, zolotse?”
I nod. Cherry blossom.
“Those trees were everywhere in this garden on the day we married.” At the height of summer now, the blossoms in the garden have turned to leaves. “I knew two things then. That you were the most irresistible woman I’d ever seen. And that you would never, ever want me.”
“Wrong,” I murmur against his jaw before I press a kiss to his neck. “You were wrong about me, Leks.”
His lips draw a trail all the way down the side of my neck, my shoulder, my waist.
“I was so fucking wrong. Even when you had given me everything.”
It hurt, that he would think so little of me. That he really saw me as the spoiled heiress who was incapable of dealing with his problems.
We both had wrong ideas about each other. Even when he was so different from the story I’d been told, I still thought the worst. It took me time to learn that Leks was everything I thought he wasn’t.
A killer, but not cold-blooded.
“You know who I am now,” I tell him. “And I know you, too.”
His lips curve into a smile that makes my heart thud in an unsteady rhythm. His hand wraps around my throat in a squeeze that sends a rush of moisture between my legs.
“Oh I know who you are, Natalia. And I know exactly what you’re craving.”
He grabs my hips, his fingers leaving indents in my flesh, and he pulls me tight against the growing bulge in his pants.
I let out a gasp of need, sliding my hands under his shirt to feel the ridges of his muscles.
He swipes his fingers over my sensitive flesh in tantalizing, soft strokes. I close my hands around the muscles of his arm right as he brings me to the edge.
“Please, Leks.”
“Is there something you want?”
“Please fuck me,” I beg him.
“Right here, in the garden?”
I nod my head eagerly and he catches my hair in his fist. He pulls me against his chest and gives a lazy thrust of his hips that makes me gasp at the force of it.
“Since that needy cunt is already dripping wet, you can do the work.”
Leks reclines against the tree and looks at me with dark satisfaction.
I unbuckle his pants clumsily and stroke one hand over his length. He lets out a groan as I continue to stroke him at a leisurely pace, taking my time even though he’s already hard as marble.
When the hot, hard feel of him in my hand becomes too much, I pull my panties off slowly.
His eyes become hooded as he watches every movement, his lips curving into a satisfied smile. He grabs my panties out of my hand and inhales my scent deeply.
I rest my hands on his shoulders and carefully lower myself onto his length, taking him inside me inch by inch and gasping at how good it feels. I love riding him. It makes his size inescapable, the impossible stretch of him inside me filling me with pleasure until I can hardly take it.
“Fuck,” he growls as I grip him tight, already at the beginning of an orgasm.
I throw my head back, pushing my breasts against his chest.
His fist wraps in my hair, and he yanks my gaze to his eyes.
“Look at me, zolotse. I want to see your face as you take all of me in that tight little cunt.”
I sink deeper onto his cock, letting out a curse as he hits a spot inside me that feels so fucking good. I roll my hips over him as I come apart, chasing that feeling again.
Leks’s other hand grips my ass, hard enough to hurt, but it only makes me come harder.
I like watching him lose control. His midnight blue eyes grow more intense. His breath catches in his throat. His hands grow rougher on my skin.
“Look at you, riding my cock in this pretty garden. We got married just down the street.”
He pulls my chin around so that I’m facing the chapel while I ride him, remembering our wedding day. When he was the stranger with the unusually deep blue eyes who told me he was my new husband.
When I hated him.
“Did you think this was where we would end up, zolotse? With you riding me outside like a little slut?”
I’d wanted him, before I even really knew what that meant. Before I knew who he was. And then it all came crashing down minutes later.
“Because I tell you what, I thought about it.” He rolls his hips, pressing deeper inside me in a way that makes me lose all grip on reality.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about taking you just like this.”
He pulls me down against his cock, filling me more than I thought was possible. I grind my hips against him, trying desperately to keep up as Leks pounds into me.
“Back then it was insane. Unrealistic. Impossible.”
His hands glide over my hips to cup my ass, squeezing hard.
“But look at you now.”
I’m not in control anymore. Leks’s mouth is all over me and he’s bouncing me on his cock with a powerful, rough grip.
“Riding me like a good fucking girl who wants her reward.”
His lips drag over my nipples, down to my navel.
“Zolotse moya.”
He’s so deep that I feel like I can barely breathe around him.
Every place where our bodies touch is electric. The rhythm he’s set is impossible for me to match, but he doesn’t care, losing control below me, his mouth alternating between letting out a string of curses and sucking at my nipples.
I melt on top of him, coming apart in his arms and letting him use me until we’re both panting with arousal.
“That’s it. Give me everything.”
His voice is breathless and barely audible, but I do as he says.
I shatter, again and again, unable to control myself as the pleasure wrecks me utterly.
He groans against my neck as he finishes inside me, the low vibration of his breath running down my spine. The sensation makes me shaky with desire.
I float on top of him, my breathing and sweat merging with his. I barely know where I am — all I know is Leks is with me.