Chapter 27 #2
Her screams turned raspy, filled with a crazed need as she writhed under me, the heels of her feet pressing into my arse so hard that I would not be surprised if she lost feeling.
My cock jerked and hot streams of cum shot from me, filling her pussy as I pushed deeper, hoping to prevent it from seeping out onto the sheets.
“So pretty, flushed and needy for me. Taking all my cum so greedily.” I leaned down, nipping at her mouth as I gave her throat one final squeeze, her stuttered breaths turning sated as her eyes held a banked heat.
Releasing her wrists, I watched as her hands slid down, swirling through the combined release dripping from her cunt, where my dick was still half-hard inside of her.
I wrapped my arms around her, guiding her to my chest as I flipped us again, so she was now lying over me. My fingers played in her hair, her body relaxing into me, satisfied now that she had gotten three orgasms out of me.
“Have you ever thought about what it would be like if you became my wife and joined my family?” I mumbled into her hair, breathing in her crisp scent.
Allowing myself a moment to entertain the thought, I envisioned her dressed in white, walking down the aisle toward me.
Becoming mine. Going from lover to wife.
A possessive need unfurled in me as our future played out in my mind: Lenochka becoming mine in front of the world, taking my name, her stomach growing swollen as she grew my sons or daughters. Mine.
“You’re getting hard again already? Didn’t I tire you out enough?”
“No, Lenochka. It will never be enough.”
“What were you even thinking of?”
“You dressed in white.”
I lifted her chin, bringing her eyes to mine.
“You taking my name, letting me claim you for real.”
I kissed her lips, biting down when her eyes turned glassy, knowing where my thoughts and desires had gone briefly.
“Your stomach growing swollen with our kids…” Moulding my mouth to hers, my initial question was forgotten, at least by her. I knew it would be our reality, eventually—her walking down the aisle, dressed in white, letting me claim her for our families to see.
“Aleks, how can you think about that right now with the danger I’m currently in?”
“Can’t help it, you’d make a beautiful bride…especially if it means you’d be all mine.”
“But I still have to step into the Ellsworth name and…”
She squealed as I crushed her to me, playfully tickling her sides and peppering kisses all over her face.
“Da, but it’s a nice dream to pass the time. Loving you is no hardship, Printsessa. Eventually, you’ll agree to be only mine in front of the world that tries to clip your wings so ruthlessly.”
A small smile lifted her lips as her eyes shone with tears, no doubt thinking of the reason we had to hide how close we truly were the last two years.
“One day…” Her voice trailed off, and her eyes were clear as her brain began to think back on the topics I knew she was desperate to discuss.
The web of lies this town had shared amongst the founding families and their heirs spanned generations. Lenochka’s lineage had a lot more secrets than most, even after she had aired some of the dirtiest, hidden laundry a few weeks ago.
The truth about the Yates’ one true heir and her half-brother’s identity sat heavily on her conscience.
The guilt she wrongly felt about outing me as the long-lost heir of her adoptive family weighed on her, though I had found I didn’t care in the least. It was a secret I had given no shits about, even if it did put some hot water on me within The Guilda recently.
“Is that why you’ve been more anxious lately? Don’t think I haven’t noticed how little you’ve been eating or how mentions of certain things make your skin flush.”
She was already shaking her head before the words left my mouth.
“No, I’ve just been obsessed a bit with trying to learn what all will be laid upon me once I accept my position with the Ellsworth line. The aristocracy and Bratva won’t necessarily welcome me back with open arms.”
“Then you make them.” My thoughts began to swirl as I thought over any other changes I may have noticed over the past weeks. The corners of my lips lifted as sudden clarity hit me.
“You know…once you formally accept your titles, the Yateses can’t argue any claims I place over you.”
My smirk grew wicked as I realised the deadline my parents had set for me to announce my bride may not be wholly unrealistic after all. They had tried to push the issue more recently by telling me I had until my twenty-fourth birthday to pick a wife.
Old traditions were hard to end with families like mine and hers, ones so entrenched in the Russian underworld that heirs and family lines could be the ultimate trump card to secure your place on the throne.
“I could make you mine for real, Lenochka. The Yateses would not only lose any say they had over who you had standing at your side…” I whispered as my hands trailed up and down her sides, seeking to comfort her as her mind undoubtedly spun.
“But they could also dredge up secrets we still need to guard. It’s just a lot to wonder about…on top of what my final trial is forcing me to decide.” I could make them though…
“The Yates family surrendered all claims on me when they agreed to give me away, Printsessa. If you’re worried about me, there’s no love lost between us. I would relish in them being taken down a peg. Not to mention what they did to you all those years ago…”
“It isn’t just you…Kellan would also have to step forward, and that means Lilah would too.”
“That may be an issue if there’s a chance her marriage contract comes into question…powerful families prefer their skeletons stay out of the light.”
“It could cause her to dig into things I don’t want her to know. Things that would only take her a few minutes to find. If she truly wanted to learn…”
Sensing her calm begin to leave, I tilted my face up and kissed her, dominating her as I forced her body to relax, surrendering to my hold.
“It is pointless to worry. You know, becoming a more powerful player will afford you certain protections, and that half-brother of yours…if Lilah truly became a concern, he would no doubt bury her for you.”
She worried her lip, and I could see the plans and puzzle pieces sorting themselves out in her eyes.
“Printsessa, he’s your brother. If he had to choose between you or her…there would be no questions. No doubt. Especially after her parents shunned him from The Cove and put his position within The Guilda into question.”
“I know…I just forget sometimes how intertwined we all are. How, even if we believe we know someone, there’s always more to find.”
I hummed, sitting up and swinging us around so she was straddling my lap.
“Come on. Let’s get dressed and grab something to eat.”
Picking her up, I bundled her into my chest as I made my way to the closet, knowing she had clothes in there for me. Lenochka slid down my body as my arms relaxed and released her.
“How would I even accept my titles…it’s been so long, and I haven’t been back to London or Russia in years.”
I grabbed her hips, turning her around as I pushed her toward her clothes.
“Get dressed. Let me call Cameron, and we will begin to plan for you.”
I pulled a pair of sweats and a plain black t-shirt on, walking out to grab my phone, texting Cameron to let him know we would be swinging by the manor soon.
Aleks
Lenochka is coming back with me. Be ready in 10.
Cameron
Reading his reply, I locked my phone and slid it into my pocket. I grabbed my wallet and keys from her nightstand, then walked to the open closet, shamelessly watching Lenochka dress herself, noticing the way her breasts spilled over the cups of her lacy bra and how her leggings cupped her ass.
“Stunning. You always take my breath away, Printsessa, even dressed down and growling about how your ass is getting big.”
She yanked a shirt over her head in response, shooting me a glare that would send a lesser man running.
“I hate this. I can’t wait for The Ludi to end so I can continue working out again.”
I wrapped my arm around her as she stepped from the closet, leading her to the door as we began our way out of her house. She stopped in front of my car once we made it outside, bursting into laughter as she saw a note that was taped to the windshield.
In barely legible scribble, I made out the note—one that had no doubt been left by one of her boys.
“Enjoy the nails, motherfucker. Next time, I’d hide your wheels.”
Swinging her head to me, Lenochka squinted at me in the morning sun.
“What did you do, Aleks?”
“Showed Ellery he doesn’t want to mess with me. The boy needs to learn that he’s never going to be more than a pawn or maybe an annoying little brother in your life…if he’s lucky.”
My muttered words were drowned out as she began to laugh once more. The sun highlighted the blond of her hair as her eyes shone with a light I had not seen in over a month, one that made me halt in my tracks.
“Let’s take the bike. I think you may need the high of the wind whipping through your hair, and my thighs gripping your sides as I try to hold on tight.”
She cheekily grinned, strutting to her bike and grabbing the helmets she kept stowed close by.
I stalked up behind her, taking the keys and making sure her helmet was secured before mounting the bike.
I relished the feeling of her sliding behind me, her arms tightening around my abs and her legs pressed against my hips.
Revving the engine, I backed up and swung the bike around, making our way to my house.
I grinned when I heard her yelp as I hit the road, gunning it around a turn.
“Squeeze your thighs, Printsessa, you’re in for a ride.”
Pulling up at the manor, I was unsurprised to see Cameron bouncing on his feet on the porch with the front door wide open, not a care in the world.
“Took ya long enough, brother. Thought I would go grey waiting for you today.”