Chapter 24
Kazimir
Prison had altered my personality in several ways, my traits as well. Not all of them had come to light, but one was easy to see.
No longer did I have any patience.
Three years of pent-up hunger took more than just a casual toll on a man. I was far too famished for a taste even though the hotel suite was only steps away from the elevator.
Too long.
Rafaela peered up at me as if uncertain she could trust me. Even her lower lip quivered. No, she shouldn’t trust me because I had sinful things in mind. In fact, I’d called them filthy acts that would glorify my time spent in hell.
That was fine by me. I wanted her badly enough it was worth the torture.
She was also entirely different than before, much feistier.
Educated in a way that surpassed what she’d learned in college, although she’d schooled herself in Russian, her accent such that she could pass for native easily.
In three years, she’d become a woman who could hold her own.
But that only fueled the desire to break down all her defenses.
The first act involved tasting more than just her soft lips.
Which I did again.
I wrapped my hand around her long neck, using my thumb to keep her head exactly where I wanted and I captured her mouth all over again.
As expected, she fought me.
At least at first.
Her hands were twisted around the material of my shirt, her rigid body a clear indication she wanted nothing to do with me. But I knew better. I’d seen the raging desire in her eyes on the dance floor.
As I dominated her tongue, she allowed the dance of passion, moaning only once but catching herself. But she didn’t need to make a single sound to drive me crazy. All I’d needed was the explosive heat of her body.
I honestly was thrilled she’d taken the time to find out more about me. That made altering her life that much easier. As soon as I squeezed my fingers around her neck, she drove her fist into my chest. If she thought she’d deter me, she was dead wrong.
Within seconds, she was kissing me back, exploring my mouth as I’d been doing with hers.
The taste was sweet, a hint of whatever drink she’d consumed.
When I heard the leash being dropped, I knew she was finally starting to relax.
If she honestly thought I’d allow her to get away from me now, she was crazy.
I kept my firm hold as she slowly crawled her fingers up my chest, rubbing my shoulder. Still so tentative. Still uncertain what I had in mind.
Why not live a little dangerously tonight? Tomorrow things would change.
She moaned again when I broke the kiss, her wide eyes a clear indication she was eagerly enjoying the seduction. But I wasn’t finished yet.
I shifted my hand to under her chin, using my thumb and rubbing it back and forth across her bottom lip. My little healer dared try to purse her lips together, as if that would stop me from taking what I wanted.
Her entire body was shaking, quivering from both unrequited passion and continued anger. I pulled her lip down with my thumb while locking eyes with hers. I was surprised when she darted her tongue out, raking it back and forth across the tip. That’s when I shoved my thumb into her mouth.
There was no need to tell her to suck. She did so easily, her long eyelashes keeping me mesmerized while she did. Dear God, she was even more beautiful.
She even made a little noise, which seemed to entice Golden. I was shocked to see her pup still with her, the only thing that had been a constant in her life. She had a story to tell and it played into what was happening.
The past colliding with the present. For tonight, I just didn’t give a shit. While I enjoyed watching her, savoring the sensations from the way her tongue continuously swept back and forth, I was also far too impatient to taste even more of her.
When I pulled my thumb free, the tiny popping sound brought a laugh to her lips. By the end of the night, they’d be swollen from the hundreds of kisses. I could tell she didn’t know what to expect.
That’s why dropping to my knees in the middle of the elevator was so enticing even for a monstrous man like me. She gasped, resting her head on the elevator’s wall while gripping my shoulders.
“What are you doing?”
“Whatever I want,” I answered and yanked up her dress, revealing the creamy thighs I’d envisioned endless times. With her thong matching the stunning silk, my cock began to ache. She was the only woman who’d had this kind of effect on me.
She wasn’t fighting me; in fact she was holding the hem of her dress against her waist. While she was still trembling, her eyes were closed and every sound she made was a clear indication she’d thought about my touch several times over the years.
The electricity continued to increase and as I rolled the rough pads of my fingers along the insides of her legs, she parted them more for me.
She knew in her heart that every inch of her belonged to me.
I was already close to being drunk on her scent, flying high on the moment of being with her.
Unfettered by anyone daring to try to interfere.
“You’re crazy,” she murmured the moment I lowered my head, blowing across her lace-covered pussy. She was already wet, so much so the thin material was damp from her juice. Golden curled by her feet, making the sweet event that much more surreal.
Using my teeth, I yanked the material aside, dousing her pussy with another hot breath.
She pushed her hand against my shoulder, tossing her head back and forth. Every movement was sensual including when she pressed the back of her hand against her lips. Soon, she wouldn’t need to worry about making a sound, fearful we’d be discovered.
Never again would anyone dare try to rip us apart.
As soon as I rolled my tongue around her clit, she stiffened, even rising onto her tiptoes.
“Oh, this isn’t… I mean…” Her laugh was also something I’d missed.
Later I would be interested in what she had to say. Not right now. What was on my mind was far too intense.
Devouring her.
I pulled the tender tissue of her clit into my mouth, taking my time sucking until I knew she was sensitive. But that didn’t stop me. I made good use of my thumbs, rolling them up and down her already swollen pussy lips.
Every gasp I wished to keep forever, to remember every movement of her body. I finally dragged my tongue down the length of her pussy. Yes, she was so wet her juice covered my tongue. I concentrated on what I was doing, driving a single finger into her tight channel.
“Oh, fuck. That’s so good.” Every word from her mouth was sultry, the tone lower than before. My, how she’d changed in a short timeframe.
I finally closed my eyes, enjoying the ability of pleasuring her all while my dick ached like a son of a bitch. She wiggled in my hold, murmuring words in Italian.
Something else I’d missed.
With her cream filling my mouth, every action was fueled, much rougher than I’d wanted.
At least at first.
But I’d been a thirsty man for far too long.
So I feasted like a king, using my fingers and tongue in a perfect rhythm until she was rocking against the wall. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, keeping her wide open for me so I could bury my face into her wetness.
Rafaela’s arms encircled my head, hers having fallen in front of her. With her long hair touching my face, I was more alive than I’d known possible.
She bucked against me, every sound she made like a sweet lamb awaiting slaughter.
I could tell she was close to the precipice, so I pulled back, sucking on her clit once again.
When I lifted my head, seeing the light perspiration on her cheeks was the most beautiful sight I’d had in a very long time.
I craved being inside of her and while I could take her right here, I refused to allow us to be interrupted. Not ever again. When I drove my tongue as deeply inside as possible, she dug her nails into my shoulders with one hand while pounding her fist against the cold, hard steel with the other.
Her entire body tensed, becoming still for a few beautiful seconds until she allowed herself to release.
As her pussy filled my mouth with sweet juice, my hunger only increased. I licked her even more fervently, refusing to let her go. She was shaking in my hold, laughing just before moaning.
Her orgasm lasted for almost a full two minutes and as she finally came crashing down, she lolled her head to the side.
I took my time, pressing my lips to one inner thigh then the other. When I stood, she finally opened her eyes, staring at me with hers remaining unfocused.
She bit her lower lip and finally tugged on her dress, now giving me an evil eye. “You’re nothing like you were before.”
“Is that a compliment or an insult?”
There was something different about the way she was looking at me. “I don’t know yet. I’m sorry. I’m just so sorry that you suffered. If it makes you feel any better, so did I. That doesn’t mean anything changes.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, my sweet angel. Everything has changed.”
I didn’t need her to explain, at least not yet.
But I would find out what her father had done to destroy the beautiful light in her eyes. Now she couldn’t even look at me, as if the motherfucker had beaten the desire from her. Fuck, I wanted to destroy the man and I would.
Inch by inch, dollar by dollar.
I pressed the button for the elevator then gripped her chin, forcing her to look me in the eyes.
“I thought of little but you. Your smile. Your laugh. Your kindness. In a world where kindness was considered a weakness, you provided me with a breath of fresh air.” So much of me hated that I wasn’t certain I could trust her.
If she was pretending to be shocked at what I’d told her, she was a damn good actress.
Something else I’d realized was that in having Kirill expose my reappearance, I was playing a game of Russian roulette with more than just my life and livelihood.