Chapter 25 #2
Six more brutal cracks and the air between us was stifling.
I sensed he couldn’t take the wait any longer when he smashed his hand on the window, his grizzly growls keeping me full of tingles.
When he replaced his hand by rolling the tip of his cock up and down the crack of my ass, there was no doubt he noticed I was shaking.
His eyes were wide open, watching my every expression as he pressed the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. The crazed look in his eyes kept my full attention and the moment he slipped his cockhead inside, we both responded with guttural moans.
We’d waited so long for this to happen again that neither one of us wanted to take even a few seconds for granted. When another two inches were inside, he gripped my hips with more pressure. He certainly didn’t need to be so careful, now thrusting the remainder into the tip of my womb.
I threw my head back, smiling while gasping for air.
There was no way of describing the incredible vibrations or the way the electricity threatened to consume me.
Another two tears trickled down both cheeks, ones of joy, not pain.
There was no doubt someone would try to tear us apart, but I had a feeling he’d burn the world down to keep that from occurring.
His deep sigh was followed by him pulling almost all the way out, teasing me by nibbling on my earlobe. That didn’t last long, his body as tense as mine. He pounded into me again, his shaft throbbing as much as my pulse was racing.
When he repeated the action, he used more force.
I struggled to keep from being crushed against the glass all while my hot breath fogged the window.
There was also something very symbolic about the Eiffel Tower remaining in my field of vision.
A sweet sense of more control than I’d experienced in my life.
He was all powerful, his amazing physique allowing me to feel protected in every way. There was so much joy that there wasn’t a chance of curtailing my moans. Not that he cared. We were free to do what we wanted.
As he pounded into me, laying claim once more, the last ugly fears that had kept me imprisoned faded away.
I scratched the glass once again as he continued fucking me, the experience entirely different than before.
I’d been his from the moment he’d kissed me the first time.
Now I was allowed to experience every moment of the joy in being owned.
And it was exactly what I wanted.
Just like when he’d feasted on my pussy, I had no real control over my body.
A series of shimmers began in my toes, making their way to my legs and up even further.
Every muscle tensed and the sweet wash of rapture was so electric I cried out as if in pain.
That didn’t stop him, his actions even rougher.
I was floating on cloud nine, incapable of thinking clearly, but at the moment mental clarity didn’t matter. Being lost in his passion was perfect.
As the climax swept into my core, my pussy muscles clenched around his cock, pulling him even deeper inside. His movements became more erratic, keeping me on the sweet plateau. Pulses of energy took control, the electric vibrations keeping me quivering in his hold.
Even as the orgasm began to ease, his actions became more frenetic, the sounds of his deep growls and the savage slaps of skin against skin creating nothing but happiness.
When he finally released, filling me with his seed, I stared at our reflection, fighting another wave of emotions.
Where were we going from here?
Kazimir crushed the full weight of his body against mine while intertwining our fingers. My thoughts remained wicked, realizing that the devil had just taken control and he wouldn’t allow me to escape again.
As he pulled me into his arms, wrapping his around mine, the significance of his actions was easy to read. I belonged to him. What insanity yet joy in the realization.
His breath was hot as he spun me around to face him, his facial features even darker. Whatever he was thinking or planning should terrify me.
I was excited instead.
When he scooped me into his arms, I laughed nervously.
With long strides, he stormed into the bedroom of the suite, tossing me onto the bed in the darkness.
Every action exaggerated, he moved to the window, yanking open the blinds to reveal the huge moon that appeared as if right outside our window, the Eiffel Tower right there as if I could reach out and touch it.
“Stay right there. Do not move,” he instructed just before leaving the room.
A strangled sigh left my throat and I yanked on the pillows, pulling one under me as I reclined on my stomach. I stared out the window, imagining a future that might not exist. I’d never felt so relaxed before, bending and kicking my legs as if this was nothing but playtime.
When it was the calm before the storm.
He returned a couple of minutes later with two champagne flutes and a bottle of chilled bubbly.
While staring down at me with his nostrils flaring, he placed the glasses on the nightstand.
His actions practiced, he unwrapped the foil and wire holding the cork.
The gentle pop was followed by bubbles and liquid flowing from the top of the bottle.
For the first time, he laughed and sucked on the bottle’s lip, the thick cords in his neck tightening as he drank. The sound was husky, keeping a dull hum floating throughout my body.
After offering me a glass, he sat down on the edge of the bed, peering out the window as I was doing. I sensed he had several things on his mind.
“Have you returned home?” I asked.
“Tomorrow.”
A sadness fell over me. “Oh.”
He concentrated as he took a gulp, holding his glass out as if staring at the bubbles. “I thought I made myself clear, Rafaela. You’re coming with me.”
“What?” I crawled into a sitting position, placing the pillow over my lap.
From here, I could see numerous additional scars on his back and as he’d done with me, I rolled the tips of my fingers from one to another.
“No. No. I can’t just pick up and leave with you.
Besides, don’t you need to work through a few things like finding the person you should hold responsible for what you went through? ”
He took a deep breath and held it, turning his head and studying me as I continued stroking his mottled skin. My stomach was churning and I wasn’t certain if it was from the excitement of knowing he wanted me with him or the nerves from the consequences of being his possession.
“The man following you two nights ago wasn’t planning on robbing you.”
My stomach lurched; while the truth was expected, the frankness of his words was just another reminder that everything about being with him was dangerous.
“The one you killed?”
His smirk was followed by a short laugh. “Yes, I killed the bastard because he wouldn’t have stopped until he fulfilled his duties. Afterwards, I discovered who he was.”
“How did you know his intentions?”
“I’m also observant, my sweet angel. Men intent on mugging don’t use weapons traditionally owned by assassins. He also doesn’t work alone. Kirill and I found his accomplice. The man was quite… helpful in allowing me to learn the intention was to take you alive.”
I sat up even straighter, another even more unwanted tremor of fear hitting me hard. “Why?”
“While the man was forthcoming in what he knew, he and his buddy were being kept in the dark until you were captured. Whoever was responsible for hiring them wanted proof of life.”
“Are you thinking my father would go to that extreme?” Why did I have a feeling he was keeping a portion of the truth from me?
“Maybe, or maybe it’s one of my enemies.
At this point, my fear is that your well-being is surrounded by a house of cards.
Once I find the person who betrayed me, which I have no doubt is someone who wanted me removed from leadership, then I’ll know the full breadth of danger you’re in.
Until then, you will be protected twenty-four/seven. By me or my men.”
“Another glorified prison.” My nerves were back to being on edge. “I want to be with you, but not like that.”
With his head cocked, he brushed my hair from my shoulder, stroking my arm in a way that sent goosebumps down the length. “While I don’t want you as a prisoner, Rafaela, now that word is about to leak that I’m alive, your life will be placed in even more jeopardy.”
“Why?”
I could tell he’d put a lot of thought into the question. “Who is Giovanni Pollizi to you?”
“My godfather and the man my father worked for. He’s retired.”
“Yes, that much I know. Would your father tell the Don about our relationship?”
His question should surprise me, but it didn’t. “My father would sell his soul if it meant getting richer.”
“Would he tell anyone else?”
My mind was so muddled I shook my head. Then a memory popped in. “Wait. One night after I’d gone to see you, my father was in his office with Marco and another man, someone I didn’t recognize. They were enjoying a drink, talking about upcoming business.”
“What else?”
I closed my eyes, trying to remember. “Something about business overseas. America. I don’t ever remember them doing much outside of Europe.” I could tell from the instant tension in him that I’d struck a chord.
“Could you recognize the visitor if you saw him again?”
“Unfortunately, no. I was looking in through a window, only able to see a portion of his face, but he had a laugh I’ll never forget. Pure evil.”
Kazimir took a deep breath while lifting his glass.
The way he was staring out the window was an indication that the rage I’d witnessed before was only increasing.
I nursed the champagne, completely uncertain of what to say.
When I touched his arm, while the same overwhelming sensations I’d had before remained, I could tell he was formulating a level of revenge I wasn’t certain anyone could survive.
But did that include me?
“You once told me years ago you were finished with being a victim, determined to take control of your life. Does that still stand?” He slowly turned his head toward me. His eyes pinned on mine, his eyebrows hitched in curiosity about the answer. I almost felt as if this was a test.
But I was very much up to the task.
“Absolutely.”
He drained his glass, laughing softly to himself. “Good.”
I allowed him to take the flute from my fingers, placing both on the nightstand. As he eased me back onto the soft comforter, covering my body with his, I was once again breathless.
“What do you have in mind?”
“You’re getting married, which is what I suspect your father desires.”
“To whom?” I wiggled under him even as he pulled one arm over my head then the other. He brushed his lip across my jaw before lifting his head.
Just before he captured my mouth, his eyes flashed. “To me.”