Chapter 13
Saige
As Stash pulled me into his arms, the breathlessness from the beautiful round of pleasure controlled both my body and my mind.
He was so strong, so muscular yet he’d been so tender. Something I hadn’t expected. Now, as he held me against his body, jutting his hips forward in such a way there was no mistaking what he wanted, I found myself fighting for enough air to fill my lungs.
Everything the man did was purposeful. Calculated.
Nothing by accident or chance.
Even the way he was holding me in his arms was a prerequisite, his requirement to continue letting go. Whether just physically or not, he was only allowing me into the safest part of the world he’d mentioned several times.
In a way, he was suggesting we lived on two different planets, his a state of being where the rules were entirely different and decency didn’t apply. Was I being a little overly dramatic? Possibly, but with the time I’d spent with him tonight and with what had transpired, I felt qualified.
He was testing me. My resolve. My will. My desire to surrender.
And the very loyalty he’d mentioned.
Why should I be loyal to a criminal capable of murder? I didn’t know, but I was toying with insanity in making him a more formal business proposition. Those who believed I was a sweet and innocent girl might ask what the hell I was considering. Or what was wrong with me.
Did I really need to remind myself I was a good girl at heart, born and raised a devout Protestant who would never think of condoning or accepting evil deeds let alone participating in them?
The much larger and more powerful question was why I’d allowed him into my apartment and more important, my bed. A question that wouldn’t be answered tonight. I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue, just enough movement he narrowed his eyes.
As he rolled his hands down both my arms, I forced myself to maintain eye contact. There were no words spoken as there was no need. We both knew he was in complete control over me.
He was also Bratva royalty.
With his actions remaining tender, he guided me toward the dresser, slowly turning me to face the mirror.
Then he gathered my long hair in both his hands, pulling the strands over my shoulders, taking the time to brush the long locks with his fingers.
The gentle activity was somehow both relaxing and unnerving at the same time.
In a way, he’d always had the same effect on me, although my previous nerves had been more of an irritation than drawing conclusions from raw fear.
In this case, fear of the unknown.
He dropped his head, his wet lips connecting with the skin on my neck.
Every time he did something so romantic, I shuddered in response.
The ache in my pussy was deepening, the tingling effects of the thick vibrator lingering.
He’d enjoyed torturing me with the toy. I’d seen his cool smirk when rolling the tip across my clit.
Even now, there remained a slight set of vibrations skittering down my body to my toes.
He dragged his tongue down the length of my neck, nuzzling his face against my skin before raking his teeth along my shoulder blade.
For a rough and tumble man, the move was highly passionate, so intimate that I involuntarily closed my eyes.
A quick pop on my buttocks was easy to read. He’d pulled me in front of the mirror for a reason. So I’d watch everything he was doing. To me. With me.
Because of me.
As he twisted my hair into a makeshift braid in his hand, I remained breathless and startled at how alive I felt.
He had a way of electrifying every molecule of air around us.
After biting my shoulder, he backed away very slowly, step by step while unfastening his belt. He knew I’d watch his every move.
“Iskusheniye, pered kotorym ya ne mogu ustoyat’.”
His voice was smoke and honey, his Russian accent dripping with an even more sensual tone. “What did you say?”
“A temptation I cannot resist.”
I didn’t need to ask him why the statement was packaged in whispered lust. We both knew the reason. He didn’t blink, his movements enough to fulfill his actions and nothing more.
He was a god’s favorite model, carved to perfection. With my fingers pressed against my lips, I avoided the awkward sound indicating my pleased surprise. Never had I envisioned him this perfect.
As he approached, I gripped the edge of the dresser. He was oppressive in all things, in every action, but right now I felt entirely too vulnerable.
My mind provided one last ditch effort to shun his advance, but my body’s treachery won out in the end. Whether it was his scent or his actions I wasn’t certain, but as I gathered a whiff of gunpowder and spice, sandalwood and citrus along with more than a hint of sex, I was thoroughly lightheaded.
What was this man doing to me? Had I been hypnotized or just dropped onto my head? My behavior went far beyond irrational.
He advanced like a wolf, but when he was standing directly behind me, the rush of white-hot heat was almost too much. Using a single finger, he traced my spine, his eyes following the trail. I sensed he was using his strategic way of touching me as a control mechanism.
He was breaking down my defenses.
Once he reached my tailbone, I abandoned any thought of pretending I could ignore the effect he had on me. I was quivering openly. Using his knee, he nudged my legs apart. Everything he did, every move he made was precise.
Including how I was to stand for him.
It was almost as if the man was getting ready to do a body inspection. He was gazing at every inch. Being able to study his actions in the mirror was more enthralling than experiencing his touch. If that was even possible.
He lowered his gaze and his head as he brushed his fingertips across my bottom. While still heated and somewhat tender, I didn’t flinch. After the night and the danger I’d experienced, I shouldn’t be capable of feeling much of anything.
Yet his light touch drove me to another edge, a slender precipice of needing to surrender. All that tenderness ceased when he fisted the strands of hair he’d crowded together, yanking my head until my eyes were locked on the ceiling.
No matter my height, he would always tower over me, bending his head and kissing me as if the angle wasn’t awkward. Not just any kiss and certainly not like before. His lips seared mine, his hunger becoming feral and possessive, guttural sounds erupting through our crushed mouths.
Every sound he made vibrated through me, releasing the beast I’d cornered deep inside myself. I threw my arms back, cradling his head as he thrust his tongue inside.
I could taste myself on him, another sinfully delicious moment that seemed perfect for the situation. The act of intimacy was more of a statement. Not of desire or even acceptance but of ownership.
There was no doubt that what I was feeling was accurate. It was another moment where I should feel utterly terrified instead of the rush of adrenaline mixing with excitement. He devoured my mouth with the skill of a predator, the action sensuous even in its demanding power.
Every second that passed I was wetter than before, incapable of focusing on anything. But who would want to? The hunger was insatiable, the desire almost angry in feeding off our thoughts.
I’d never wanted anything as much as to have his cock driven deep inside. Nothing. Not a job. Not money. He’d consumed my thoughts as he was doing with my mouth.
As quickly as the incredible kiss began it was over, breathlessness lingering even after he pulled away.
I gasped for air as he gripped my hips, yanking me further away from the dresser’s edge. My eyes were close to being dilated, the light in the room too bright. Too intense. When he jerked my body out by another couple of inches, I slapped my hand against the glass, laughing as soon as I did.
He had no intention of being careful or continuing with his generous tenderness. The moment was shifting into fornication in the purest animalistic form.
I’d never believed a man could be ravenous before, but I was wrong. About so many things. Every inch of him was in perfect proportion, more ink creating an aura of danger crawling down both thighs. Now all I could think about was tracing them, not with my finger but with my tongue.
Which I bit to keep from crying out. He rolled the tip of his dick up and down the crack of my ass, tormenting me as another way of keeping me on a short, tight leash. I knew enough about his actions to know exactly what he was doing.
But two could play at that game. I tried to push away, to escape if only for a little while.
He wasn’t interested in me toying with him, using the full weight of his body against mine as he penetrated my pussy with several fingers. Everything he was doing was taking my breath away.
Momentarily in shock, I threw my head back. This was something completely different than feeling the vibrator. He knew how to keep me wet, so much so that juice trickled down both inner thighs. He did so by rolling his thumb around my clit in methodical circles.
Did he think I would lose the excitement from earlier? Not a chance. I was barely able to take deep breaths, just enough to keep me from fainting. That’s how lightheaded he made me.
I rocked onto my tiptoes, pushing back until I was in a slight arc. No other movement was possible. In just watching him, I could tell he was on the verge of losing his sense of control.
There was no stopping him. He rubbed the tip of his cock up then down the crack of my ass again, his nostrils flaring as he did. A promise made. This was just the beginning.
I could feel it in my bones.
He was huge, and when he pressed the tip of his cock past my folds into my aching pussy, my body stiffened.
But he stopped, his fingers continually teasing my clit. He flicked the tip back and forth before pinching the tender tissue until I cried out. Only to repeat the action three or more times. I was being pulled into a sweet lull, incapable of thinking clearly let alone moving an inch.