Chapter 13 #2
Just the feel of his body crushed against mine was something I hoped never to forget. Every second he wasted was daring, reckless, but I gathered a sense he didn’t care. He’d managed to steal a weapon. From whom and did I even care to know?
What was it he’d said to me in the beginning? The less I knew the better? That’s why I’d been told nothing about him. Maybe that was for the best. Pining away for little more than a shadow should be easier to shove into a padlocked box.
But for now, I’d enjoy every moment of his touch. The way the rough pads of his fingers made my skin feel. The way my pulse skittered by being near such a sensual man.
And the way his lips owned mine, taking as much as he wanted.
The intimate moment was entirely different, as if the man was laying claim.
I was ready to offer him every inch, every part of my soul.
And even most if not all of my heart.
He wasn’t gentle with his actions, pocketing his weapon so he could grasp my throat. Using only his thumb, he lifted my chin while exploring my mouth, his tongue dominating mine.
I kept my grip on his shirt, sliding a single finger through the slight opening so I could caress his chest. While my pussy continued to ache from before, all I could think about was his thick cock and the incredible sensations.
He took his time drinking from me, as if there was nowhere else he needed to be and no danger left to haunt him. Maybe that made the shared intimacy that much more exciting. He captured every moan while tormenting my mouth, leaving me wet and hot all over.
As with everything else about the man, his actions were deliberate. As soon as he pulled away from the kiss, he swept me off my feet. And as if he knew exactly where he was going, he headed up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Kazimir had obviously paid attention to the things I’d told him about my life, including the location of my room because he went straight to the suite. Without struggling, he closed and locked the door, placing the butcher knife on the dresser before taking slow and easy steps toward the bed.
Golden Angel issued a single woof, yet the thumping of her tail brought a smile to his face.
They had such a strong connection, another reason no matter the lies told to me about Kazimir or what the powerful man had told me himself, I knew there was a soft marshmallow center. If only I had time to exploit it.
As if he’d allow me to act.
With the storm ebbing, a rumble of thunder setting the tone, he lowered me onto the bed.
The single low wattage lamp was the only light in the room, the bulb and opaque shade providing little more than a warm glow.
Not that any light was needed. The feeling of his body and the incredible heat was all I needed.
After easing me onto my knees in the center of the bed, he ripped off his shirt by the back of the neck, tossing it aside. As he carefully placed two handguns onto the dresser as well, I noticed something along the base of his jaw.
Was that blood?
The question of whether I should be terrified instead of aroused flashed into my mind for three seconds. With the answer far too easy, I realized I was no longer the good girl I’d been forced to be all my life.
I had the powerful man to thank for my transition, Kazimir smashing the locks so purposely placed by my father at birth.
Removing the remainder of his clothes took mere seconds.
At least in the evenness of the light, I was given the sheer joy of sweeping my gaze ever so slowly across his broad shoulders down his chest. When my eyes concentrated on his already throbbing cock, I pressed one hand over my mouth to mask my exaggerated moan.
From there, the urgency increased, yet had nothing to do with the possibility of his discovery.
We’d erased the phobia, preferring the taste of taboo.
Maybe we were both danger junkies, which made every time we touched that much more exciting.
Whatever the case, before I was able to rip off my dress again, he’d done so for me the moment he’d crawled onto the bed.
As soon as the frock was removed, his entire chest filled with air.
“You are so beautiful.” Flexing his fingers open, he pressed the tips against my cheek, taking his time to slide his hand down my face. All the while his chest rose and fell. Every raspy sound swirled in my ears, the rapid intense beat of my heart adding the perfect backdrop.
The heat resonated on his face, every feature pinched and when he slipped his fingers under the thin lace of my thong, I held my breath.
The moment for me was awkward, like a baby duck trying to swim.
But soon the lace was in his hand, which he pulled to his face.
What was it about how his eyes became half closed as he took a deep whiff that was so sexy?
He put the panties on the comforter as if prepared to use them again.
One corner of his mouth upturned as he swirled the tip of his tongue around my nipple.
The light captured the blotches on his skin. When I swept my finger across the surface, he lifted his gaze. I could swear there was an initial hint of amusement before the usual cold as ice temperament took over.
“You killed someone. Didn’t you?” I asked, realizing I didn’t fear either the gravity of the answer or the truth. I was excited at the possibility.
With his wet hair and chiseled jaw, he was truly model gorgeous and when he cocked his head, studying me so intently, tiny prickles always formed. “Let’s just say I was allowed to be judge and jury, a favorite position.”
Judge and jury. What was he talking about? Then I realized. “You killed Marco. Didn’t you?”
He seemed thrilled I’d figured it out, his smile more lopsided than normal. I couldn’t help but shudder visibly when he pinched my nipple. “There are aspects of my life best discovered in the dark.”
“Why? Because of what he did to you?” Marco, the fucking bastard.
His laugh caught me off guard and when he took my hand, placing it against his shoulder, I felt a scar I hadn’t noticed before.
But it wasn’t from a bullet. I knew what the indentations from one felt like.
The skin around the mottled skin was rough.
“Pain doesn’t bother me, Rafaela. There’s a matching mark on the other side where one of my father’s enemies used steel railroad tie bolts to crucify me. ”
“What?” My voice was barely a whisper.
“Anguish is a way of reminding you that you’re very much alive. What I cannot and will not tolerate is any man hurting a woman, especially one who belongs to me.”
He made the statement in such a matter-of-fact way I should be shocked by his cavalier attitude.
I wasn’t.
“You killed him for me.”
“Yes.” He slipped his arm around my waist, fisting my long strands of hair and tipping me back into an arch.
His easy admittance brought a huge smile to my face. Did that make me a terrible person? I closed my eyes as his lips fastened around my very sensitive nipple. When he slipped his other hand between my legs, gently swirling his finger around my clit, tiny whimpers floated toward the ceiling.
He was methodical in sucking and licking my hardened bud before rubbing his lips across my chest to my other breast.
I fell into a sweet lull, enjoying the moment thoroughly until I realized why he’d likely broken into my house in the first place. With a hard jerk, I managed to lift my head. “Does that mean you’re going to kill my father?”
With a slight snort, he stared me straight in the eyes. “If I wanted your father dead, malen’kiy tselitel’, I assure you his body would already be rotting. I came here for you. One last taste.”
He returned to his feast, taking his time suckling my aching bud while I cinched my eyes shut. Why did I have a feeling that at some time in my life, our paths would indeed cross again?
I kept my firm grip on his arms, trembling more than before the moment he pinched my clit between his fingers. There was something incredible about a taste of pain mixed with pleasure.
He was the master of control and of orchestrating my body, using his fingers and lips to drive me to the point of ecstasy.
I was shocked how breathless I was, the discomfort from his thick cock stretching my pussy muscles all but shoved aside.
I was even wetter, breathless from the rapture he’d already provided.
When he finally let go of my hair, I jerked up, taking gasping breaths as he continued fingering my pussy. In a display of strength I didn’t know I had, I pushed him down onto his back. Or maybe he allowed me to be so forceful.
When I straddled his waist, he laughed in the deep baritone that would remain whispering in my mind for weeks to come. With my hands pressed on either side, I leaned over, enjoying darting my tongue around his lips. He tried to capture them twice, but I refused to allow him.
His deep breaths were scattered like mine when I dragged my tongue down the side of his neck, taking my time while kneading his muscles. He tangled his fingers in my hair and the lower I dragged my tongue, the tighter his hold became.
The bad man was claiming his authority all over again. I purred just enough for him to hear, which caused Golden to flap her tail once again.
There was something almost comical about the moment, yet also so natural. As if we were one happy family.
How ridiculous, but at least I was able to feel some comfort in what we were doing. He raked his fingers through my hair yet froze when I rolled my tongue around his belly button. I lifted my head once, slightly embarrassed because I had no idea if what I was doing was pleasing him.
With the way his eyes were half closed, I had to assume he was happy. When I darted my tongue around his swollen cockhead, his chest rose and fell once again.
So I repeated the sinful act, resisting giggling out of nervousness. His scent was musky, so much it lingered in my nostrils. With the way the veins pulsed on the sides of his shaft, I could tell he was just as excited as I was.
I rubbed my fingers down the side while engulfing the tip.
For whatever reason, Kazimir was finished with allowing me any aspect of control. Or perhaps he was simply unaccustomed to being forced to wait to take what he wanted. I was so easy for the huge man to handle, flipped into the air as if I weighed nothing. He spun me around, switching directions.
Suddenly, I was staring at his feet and before I could get my bearings, he’d swiped a single gentle lick down the length of my pussy.
I was shocked the ache was immediately soothed, even more surprised when he spread my ass cheeks wide open.
Dear God, I’d never imagined being this exposed in my life. I was uncertain what to do, the heat in my face rising consistently. Even my legs were trembling as the anxiety became even stronger.
I took a deep breath, forcing my gaze to his huge, beautiful cock. My God, it was so big and I had to admit, my mouth watered all over again.
A tiny series of giggles floated from my mouth as I ran the side of my fingernail down the side of his dick. Oh, my, I felt even more like a bad girl.
His tongue found my tight channel and I threw my head back, shocked how many stars were floating in front of my eyes. I had a feeling his tenderness was about to rub off and maybe that spurred me on.
With tentative motions, I wrapped my lips around his cockhead.
How was it possible that a man’s tongue could make you feel so incredible? So relaxed?
I finally pushed aside the trepidation, swirling my tongue as I tried to suck the right way. Was there such a thing?
Another flash of lightning brought a nervous laugh.
He wasn’t paying any attention, fully consumed by tormenting me into surrender.
At least after a few seconds, I was finally able to slide into a sweet reverence, even stroking the base of his cock. The electric sensations from before returned, even more so because I felt less out of control.
Maybe simply because we were behind closed doors
The moment turned even more sensual, my body finally relaxing enough to respond to his rough touches and fevered need. Even while trying my best to take as much of his cock into my mouth as possible, my mind was possessed by what he was doing to me.
A wildfire of vibrations was created simultaneously, every inch of my body enjoying a quick rush of adrenaline. I realized why when my toes curled.
Kazimir rocked me up and down, his fingers digging into my hips as he licked me like some crazed man. Even now, I truly didn’t understand the sheer joy and power of an orgasm even though one swept through me, carrying a wave of pheromones.
I kept my eyes closed, some parts of my mind wishing this was nothing but a beautiful dream.
Because if it was, the awakening would be sad, but with details so vivid in my mind, I could revisit the marvelous world night after night.
Without fear.
Without guilt.
Without missing him.