Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
AUDREY
Volkovitch Manor
Sneaking into Aleks’ third-story room had always been too easy.
At times, I thought he had perhaps left it that way, that he delighted in finding me in his room when he woke.
Other times I wondered if other girls had snuck in like me…
and if I would leave a trail of broken hearts and broken noses when I finally claimed him as mine.
Scaling the ledges lining the brick siding, I hoisted myself up onto the parapet of the first story.
Angling my head up, I searched for a handhold I could grab onto, where I knew his balcony was.
I grinned, happy I might finally get one over on him for once.
Locating the next piece of brick to grasp, I continued my ascent to his floor, making sure to stay as silent and still as possible once I hit the balcony that overlooked the acres of forest surrounding Volkovitch Manor.
Glancing around, I checked that no lights had turned on since my very unexpected arrival. Finding it still dark, I tiptoed to the sliding door, noticing Aleks had forgotten to slide his blinds completely closed tonight, as if he was hoping I would join him. A girl could dream.
Except, he couldn’t have known about my plans tonight, especially after the way I had imploded the skeletons in his closet.
The tabloids and major media outlets had speculated for over a decade about the fate of the Yates' missing son—presumed dead—and the circulating speculation about how Hunter had remained hidden this long had been on blast, repeating hourly the past few days.
Slinking up to the glazed panes of his door, I tested the handle, on the off chance that he had left it unlocked, smirking when I felt the lock engage as I twisted down.
Quickly scanning my surroundings, I peeked inside his room before taking out my lock picks and dropping to my knees. Making sure to be careful and make as little noise as possible, I finagled the thin metal rods into the lock.
Aleks had made sure I had mastered picking locks years ago, a skill he had obsessed hours—months—over, demanding I practice until I was able to break in with my eyes closed and was even better than him.
You never know, Lenochka…when you’ll need to find secrets that are guarded close to the soul.
His words echoed in my ears, circling like winds cresting a storm until I realized he knew this was coming.
The ominous warning about The Guilda and their Shadows and Hounds should have sent me running, the ways anyone’s lies and truths could be exposed.
He had weathered the storm, his and mine, never once straying from my side.
Refusing to leave even while I had forced our attraction to the side.
While the truth of what he had felt for me, if he still felt the same, had not been enough for me to stand at his, instead only allowing him in the safety of darkness and sin.
Betrayal. My mind whispered to me—betrayal was what The Guilda would consider his ruthless protection of me.
Click. Click.
The release of the lock brought me back to the moment. I slowly slid the door open, forcing my racing pulse to slow and my breath to steady. Silently praying for a sense of calm to rise and take over from the chaos inside my body and soul.
Quietly, I stepped into his space, the rich mahogany furniture and the slate grey walls providing an instant balm to my thoughts.
Feelings of home encircled me as I made my way to his bed, where Aleks was sprawled out with only a thin sheet covering him.
His tattoos were on vivid display, showcasing moments in his life that he had deemed worthy of being inked onto his skin.
A feminine script across his peck froze me in place, my eyes misting as its importance hit me square in the face.
сила в правде
Sila v pravde.
Strength is in truth. Three small words, inked across his heart.
Words that showed that even as a beast, monster, or man, he would always live and die by his truth.
Words that to others were of no significance, but to me, they ignited that burn in my soul, especially when they were matched with the ink across his side and ribs.
Stripping off my t-shirt and leggings, I inched closer to his still figure.
Unclasping my lacy bra, I slid it down my shoulders and tossed it to the side.
I lowered myself slowly onto his bed, carefully avoiding putting my weight over him until it was necessary.
Cautiously, I reached for the handcuffs I had brought with me—black furry ones Lexington had given me in jest, moving slowly so I wouldn’t wake him up. Not just yet.
I slowly manoeuvred his arms in a way that allowed for me to loosely lock his wrists, closing one cuff before I wound the chain lining them through his headboard and restraining his remaining hand, carefully watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, ensuring his eyes remained closed.
I began to pull the sheet covering him lower, revealing him inch by glorious inch until his cock finally appeared from under the sheet, the tip an angry purple as the balls of the magic cross piercing he had caught the gleam of the light shining into his room from the balcony.
He was already hard, dripping pre-cum as if his dick had just been waiting for me.
Like he has the past two years, you mean…
My eyes flicked up, checking his face again before they traced the grooves of his abs and the delicious ‘V’ he had that pointed down to his thick shaft.
One that would do more than pleasure me if I played my cards right tonight.
My eyes paused on his final tattoo, a sign of possession I had wanted him to have when I walked away, one that had my arousal flaring as I stared at the delicate scrawl I had inked onto his skin. On his cock.
Mine. The one organ of his that no other woman would ever see, touch, taste, or feel.
Draping my body softly against him, I dipped my head just enough that I could leave light, curious licks across his already weeping slit, before sucking the tip into my mouth and swirling my tongue around his head. Gripping the base, I mewled as the taste of pre-cum hit the back of my throat.
Glancing up to make sure he was still asleep, I paused, exhaling briefly before straddling him and bringing my face to his cock again.
Bending over, I gripped his cock, lightly squeezing it as I put the hard, throbbing length on my tongue again.
My hands moved in a rhythm that had his cock hardening even more as my legs tensed around his thighs, my body’s desire to get off growing more intense.
Feeling my arousal slicken my thighs, I sucked him in and pushed him to the back of my throat.
I revelled in the way his cock pulsed in my hand and how the metal balls of his piercing felt as his shaft pushed past my gag reflex…
how they would feel inside me, sliding in and out, pressed against my inner walls as I came for him.
His cock hardened to steel in my mouth as his hips began to flex subconsciously, pushing him further back even as my head pulled away.
My eyes watered, and my thighs clenched as I felt him begin to lose control, even as he stayed asleep, unconscious to the world.
To me. The ache that had built between my legs needed soothing, the hot bundle of nerves felt over sensitized from the edging I was taking part in.
I tweaked my pierced nipple with the free hand I had, giddy with the feeling that I was about to have him come.
Trailing my fingers down my chest and belly, I searched for the wetness that was beginning to seep through my lace-covered pussy.
Calloused fingers gripped my wrist right as I was about to slide my fingers into my panties, halting me from fingering myself as Aleks thrusted up brutally, forcing a gag from me as his cock went in deeper than he ever had before.
“The only person allowed to make you come, Printsessa…” His raspy, desire-drenched voice broke the silence of the room as he tightened his grip on my wrist with a hand that should have been restrained, but in my haste, must have been left loose enough for him to break free.
Gripping my waist with his other hand, he slid me up until my pussy was lined up just over his cock. “Is. Me.”
He dropped my wrist then, roughly shoving two of his fingers into my soaking cunt.
My core spasmed as they hit my sweet spot on the first go, curling as he pumped them deep within me.
Aleks slid his hand from my waist to the back of my head, pushing me down until my lips met his.
His fingers set a vicious pace I was unable to keep up with, but tried to anyway, as my mouth devoured his.
He removed his fingers from my heated core, a deep growl of satisfaction leaving him when he spotted the slickness of my arousal coating them.
Squeezing my hip with his hand, he lifted me slightly, slapping my arse in a signal to spin until my back was facing him.
Once I was arranged the way he wanted, he pulled me forwards, not stopping until my drenched centre covered his mouth.
Hot breath ghosted my cunt as his teeth nibbled on my clit before biting down so hard it would leave a bruise.
A sinful, wanton heat filled me as he sat me down atop his face, slapping my arse hard as I started to come undone for him—my King.
Aleksandr Volkovitch, the man who would have me screaming his name by the end of tonight if he had any say.
“Be a good girl, Lenochka.” His voice was drenched in so much lust that his Russian accent broke free. “And let your King eat.” His teeth played with my clit as his tongue fucked into me, my hips stuttering as his mouth had heat swirling in my belly and his words melted me. “Let. Me. Feast.”