19. Lexi #2
The air between us resonates, heavy with unspoken emotions, making it almost unbearable. He takes a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to regain his composure. “What do I need to do, Krasotka, to win your heart?”
The silence lingers as I ponder his heartfelt question. Do I have his heart? I thought I was only a plaything for him.
I long to shout, " I think I love you!” Instead, I settle for a polite smile, trapping those feelings inside.
Sensing my uncertainty, he edges closer, his lips a breath away from mine. “Kiss me, Lexi,” he whispers. This time, he’s not commanding.
I lift my chin, feeling the intensity of his gaze upon mine. My heart races as I part my pink lips.
In a swift motion, he grips hold of my hips, the pressure forcing a gasp to escape me.
“Lexi.” The way he says my name feels intimate, as if it was always destined for him to say. His thumb gently tugs at my bottom lip, and the shimmer of his golden ring catches my eye, causing my breath to catch in my throat.
His jaw tightens, and his dark, reckless eyes lock onto the ring, the same one I can’t take my gaze off. He pulls his hand back, raising it high. “Did Petrov wear this ring that night?”
His question cuts me deeply, like a knife—painful and sickening. I recall my eyes landing on the ring, instantly recognizing my perpetrator. Bratva. The ring is a reminder of those words that haunt me: “I know who you are.”
“This ring is Bratva. I’ve worn it for thirty years.” He kisses it. “It’s part of who I am.”
He leans in closer, his bottom lip gently grazing the tip of my nose. “You belong to me, Krasotka, and I protect what is mine.”
He slides the ring off his finger, the cool metal catching the light as he holds it out to me. I take it with trembling fingers, tightly clenching it in my palm.
“I promise Petrov dies for what he did to you.” His voice is gritty and strained, yet the certainty behind his words is unmistakable.
And then his lips meet mine with an intensity that feels like fire. Destruction. An unstoppable force. It’s a desperate, all-consuming collision of our mouths, capturing everything we’ve longed for during these weeks apart.
I surrender to him completely, my body molding to his, fitting effortlessly into the space that feels like it was designed just for me.
He growls against my lips, his grip firm and possessive around my waist. He pulls me closer, as if he can’t get enough of me, wanting to consume every part of who I am.
As I draw closer, wrapping my arms around his neck, I’m pleading for more, my tongue dancing against his, igniting a fire. I curse under my breath. The intoxication … so damn intoxicating that I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
“You want me, Lexi. So, stop pretending you don’t.”
For a heartbeat, I’m at a loss for words. I stand there, breath hitching. Because damn it, he’s absolutely right.
My fists clench at my sides because I’ve always lacked something to hold on to. But for the first time, Valentin becomes my anchor, offering stability in my turbulent mind, soothing the chaos like a storm-tossed sea finally at peace.
There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t be with him.
He’s dangerous, and if I love him, he’ll destroy me.
But God help me, he’s standing here, and I want him more than my next breath.
Valentin steps back from me, revealing the black box filled with words that have enchanted my thoughts since the moment I first opened it. I graze my fingers over the top of the box, as if I have found something I lost. I turn, tucking my hair to the side.
Valentin draws closer, his chest pressing against my back. His finger glides softly along my throat as he tightens the collar firmly in place, a reminder of who I belong to.
“You are mine, Krasotka,” he murmurs softly in my ear.
“Say it again.”
“You are mine, Krasotka,” he says again.
I turn to him, my eyes locking onto his. With the pendant resting in my fingers, I suck in a breath, and my voice doesn’t waver. “I love how that sounds.”
My lips crash onto his, hard, punishing, possessive.
I am his.
He is mine.
His hand slides up my skirt, and I’m becoming more aroused as he runs his fingers over my panties, tracing their way down my slit. He lifts me onto the desk, spreading my legs, as he steps between them.
Our eyes are locked, and I’m oblivious to the knife he is now wielding. As he slowly lifts my dress to my waist, he cuts my panties off at the hips, tearing them away before slipping them into his pocket.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs. “All of this for me?”
“Yes,” I pant.
Spreading my hips apart, Valentin dips his head, blowing on my pussy, sending shock waves all the way from my clit to my asshole.
He kisses the inside of my thigh, softly and slowly, as though he has all the time in the world. The more he kisses me, the rougher he gets, now squeezing my skin between his teeth.
He grins when I let out a painful sigh, which hurts slightly but in a good way.
The edge of his lips makes tiny amounts of contact with my vagina and clit.
With his tongue wide and flat, he moves his wet tongue upwards from the bottom of my pussy to the top until the very tip of his tongue passes over my clit.
His movements are slow, drawing it out as if he knows how close I am to a climax.
A sharp cry escapes me as he sucks hard, his tongue drawing lazy, controlled circles.
“You taste fucking delicious, sweetheart,” he growls.
“Valentin! Please don’t stop,” I beg, gripping the back of his head, wanting him to go deeper.
He groans again, his tongue working faster.
The feeling my body is experiencing is indescribable. It feels good, in fact, way better than good. It’s fucking amazing! Like I’m soaring on a cloud in the sky, feeling God’s blessings as I rise higher.
He sucks hard, and my body responds instantly to him, sending waves of pleasure shooting between my wet, warm thighs. My uterus contracts, a brief moment of light pain as it judders back to normal, my head thumping against the desk, and I’m crying out his name. “Valentin!”
“I’m addicted to your taste and your moans,” he says, tongue licking my juices.
After wiping his mouth with my panties, he tugs my collar tightly with his teeth before kissing my neck. His mouth moves to mine as he explores my mouth forcefully, the taste of myself lingering between us.
With my limbs trembling, I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he lifts me. “Have you forgiven me now?”
“I didn’t know you did anything wrong,” I reply, adjusting my dress over my ass, aware that I probably won’t see my panties again.
“Obviously, I did something that made you run away from me, leaving this behind,” he says, gripping the V pendant tightly between his fingers, his knuckle pressing against my throat.
Standing on my toes, I bring my mouth to his. “Sorry, I was scared,” I admit.
“Scared because you don’t trust me?” He adjusts his cufflink, raising his eyebrow.
A warmth begins to stir in my chest, in place of the chaos I’m used to. “I trust you,” I say, my throat tightening around the words because it’s the first time I’ve told them to anyone.
He gives me a skeptical look, clearly unsure if he believes what I’m saying. “When you spend the night tonight, I don’t want to find my bed empty when I wake up.”
Grabbing his gold ring, I slide it back onto his finger. Looking directly into his eyes, I say, “I said I trust you.”
He kisses my cheek. “Then I’ll never hurt you,” he promises.
He extends his hand, and my fingers intertwine with his as we step into the casino together. As I scan the crowd, a few curious glances come our way.
I hold my head high, the diamonds around my neck sparkling in the light.
The murmurs of my friends reach my ears, but their opinions don’t matter. Proudly, I accept my relationship with the Brigadier. There’s no shame in being claimed by someone so powerful.
Valentin flashes a confident grin. “I’ll be outside when you close,” he assures me, pressing his lips to the top of my head and giving me a light squeeze on my ass before stepping back.
“Okay,” I hesitate. Doesn’t the Brigadier have more important things than waiting for me to finish work?
With a commanding glance around the room, he sends a clear message that anyone who dares to act out will face his consequences. Then he strides out, his men forming a silent barrier as they follow in his wake.
I stand in the center of the room, taking in everything we’ve created. My heart races, and my thoughts swirl with excitement. This casino is not the final destination; it’s merely the launchpad. I crave something even greater. With the Brigadier by my side, I know it’s coming.