Chapter 9 Kazimir #2
I let out a sharp breath as the cold starts to work its way past the rush of heat that came with my frantic jerking off, and I know I’ve been out here too long. I wrestle my still-hard cock back into my jeans, my fingers feeling clumsy, and try to focus on what I need to be worrying about.
If nothing else happens—if we can get through tonight and the first part of tomorrow without Iosef’s men finding us, if the extraction I arranged for finds us without issue, if…
then one flight to Boston later, I’ll never have to see her again.
She’ll be gone. Out of my life. Safe. I can go back to my life as it was, clean up the mess I made of the job with Iosef’s men, and get back in Ilya’s good graces.
So long as he never finds out about this, it shouldn’t be too hard.
I’m not the type to fuck up, and while I don’t have precisely the information he wanted, I do have some information about what they’re up to. The trip wasn’t a total loss.
All of that should be a relief, but it’s not. In fact, the thought of never seeing Svetlana again makes something that feels strangely like panic—a feeling I’m not at all familiar with—ripple down my spine.
I take a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. To lock away the want, the need, the hunger that's still clawing at my insides. I can do this. I've done much, much harder things.
I just need to get through one more night.
I go back around the house and step inside, shutting the door firmly behind me and triple-locking it.
The warmth hits me immediately, along with the scent of something else—a humid, floral scent coming from the bathroom just off the living room.
I stand there, jaw clenched hard, and look at the sliver of light underneath the door. I can hear the sound of running water.
I think of Svetlana in there, standing under the hot spray, naked and gleaming wet, and my cock throbs so hard I almost think I fucking came again.
The sound of the water turns off. My heart is pounding against my ribs, and I force myself to move across the room to where there are a couple of old, dusty bottles of liquor on a shelf. I need a fucking drink. And I need to not be looking at the bathroom door when she comes out.
God help me if she’s not dressed.
One of the bottles is vodka. I twist it open and pour some into a glass, straight, nothing to mix it with. I’ve tossed it back, and I’m in the middle of pouring another when I hear the bathroom door click open.
"Pour me one," Svetlana says, her voice carrying across the room, and I tense.
I don’t turn around to look at her. "You should rest. You can have the bedroom. I’ll take the couch."
"What a gentleman.” The sarcasm in her voice is thick. “I'm not tired."
I can feel a muscle in my jaw tick as I throw back the second shot of vodka. "Then pretend."
"Why?" There's an edge to her voice now. "So you can avoid me? Pretend nothing happened?"
I pour another drink, every muscle in my body tight. I’m still hard. "Nothing did happen."
"Liar."
Her voice is too close to me. I turn on instinct, and I know immediately that it was a fucking mistake.
She’s only wearing a towel wrapped around her, her shoulders and arms, and those long legs bare, and her hair is damp, tousled around her face.
She’s looking at me defiantly, as if I never punished her.
“Do you want another spanking?” I snap. “Go to bed.”
She narrows her eyes. “Depends. Will you actually get me off after this one?”
Fuck. My cock throbs painfully. Her gaze drops down to the front of my jeans, and I see a smirk on her lips as she stares at my erection.
She looks up at me, still smirking. “What, you didn’t jerk off thinking about me outside?”
I can fucking feel the pre-cum dripping down my cock. I throw back the third shot, still not pouring her a drink. “If things were different,” I growl, glaring at her as I pour myself another. “I’d put you on your knees and fuck that expression right off your face.”
Her eyes widen a fraction, and I see her chest flush. God fucking damn it. I should never have fucking said that, because now I can see it’s turned her on, and I swear to god there’s only so much one man can handle. I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life.
“Why don’t you?” she purrs, reaching past me to snatch the bottle of vodka, and I can feel my self-control snapping, thread by thread.
“Because,” I tell her flatly, “I don’t fuck spoiled little princesses who think the world revolves around them.”
There’s the briefest glimmer of hurt in her eyes, behind the desire that I see there, and I regret saying it. It might be true, but she’s been through a lot, and as frustrated as I am right now, I don’t truly want to hurt her.
"The extraction team will be here tomorrow," I say, my voice flat. "Early. After that, we’ll go back to Boston, and you'll never have to see me again."
Her jaw tightens. "Good. I never want to see you again anyway."
For some reason, there’s a jolt of pain in my chest. “Fine by me,” I growl, reaching out to grab the vodka bottle back from her.
She steps back, tilting it up to her lips.
I watch them wrap around the neck of the bottle, see her throat move as she swallows a gulp, and I want her on her knees so fucking bad.
I want to feed my cock between those lips, see them wrap around my shaft like that, fuck her face until she swallows my cum, and I watch it slide down her throat.
I grab her shoulder, turning her sharply so that she’s between me and the wall as I snatch the bottle from her mouth. A little of it spills down her chin, and my cock jerks against the front of my jeans as I slam the bottle back down on the shelf, glaring at her.
Too late, I realize how close I am to her. How there’s less than an inch between her body and mine, how, if I move just a little, I’ll have her pinned up against the wall.
Her hand shoots out and grabs me between the legs. Her thumb presses against the rock-hard shaft of my cock, and before I can stop myself, a groan tears free of my lips.
“Poor Kazimir.” She pouts. “It must be so hard, wanting something you won’t let yourself have. I bet you never felt this before.”
I jerk my hips back, away from her grasp. “Don’t fucking touch me.” I’m so close to losing control. She’s wearing nothing but a towel, and it would be so easy, so fucking easy to—
Her eyes gleam up at me. “What are you going to do? Spank me?” That fucking smirk is still on her mouth, and she suddenly lets go of the towel, her hand opening.
It drops before I can make a grab for it, and she’s naked in front of me, every inch of her skin on display.
She’s covered in bruises and still-healing wounds, but she’s still fucking beautiful, and when she turns around to face the wall, her hips arching backward, I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind.
“Are you going to punish me?” she taunts. “Or are you going to tell me to go to bed again, because you know so much better than I do what I need?”
My teeth feel like they’re going to crack from grinding them. “You’ve been through a lot,” I manage. “You don’t need—”
“Maybe, Kazimir,” she spits out, “What I need after what I’ve been through is for a man I chose to fuck me. And right now, you’re the only fucking man in sight. So as much as I’d rather not, I want to feel a cock in me that gets me wet, and you’re the one who left me hanging earlier.”
I stare at her for a split second, shocked to hear something so raw, so filthy coming out of her pretty face. And I feel something in me snap, that last shred of self-control unraveling as she arches her back, and I see the pink marks on her ass where my hand struck her earlier.
I close the space between us in a single stride, my hand gripping her chin as I turn her face toward mine. I lean in, my tongue sliding over the side of her jaw, her chin, up to her lower lip as I lick away the vodka that spilled, the burn of it sinking into my veins as I glare down at her.
With one hand, I reach down, opening my pants and freeing my cock in a hasty movement. I wrap my hand around the shaft, and I see her look down.
“Say please.” I stroke myself again. “If you want this inside you, ask for it. With manners.”
She looks like she wants to spit in my face. “Just fuck me, Kazimir. You know you want to. And do me a favor and make me come this time.”
A slow, dark chuckle slips from my throat as I stroke my hand over my swollen cockhead. “Say please. Or I’ll jerk myself off and come all over your ass and leave you as wet as you were before.”
“Fuck you,” she hisses.
I shift behind her, keeping my body close to hers as I slide my hand down, cupping the front of her throat.
Not hard enough to hurt her—god knows she’s had enough of that, but enough to keep her in place.
And then I angle my cock down, pressing the shaft between her pussy lips, the head nudging against her clit.
Christ, she’s so fucking wet. I can feel her dripping all over my shaft, feel how swollen her clit is, how her body jerks when she feels the contact. I thrust forward, fucking myself between her pussy folds, my cockhead rubbing over her clit as I use her like a toy to get myself off.
“Fuck!” She cries out, a moan tumbling from her lips. “Fuck, just…”
“Say please,” I repeat, thrusting again.
“I can come just like this, Svetlana, and I promise it won’t take long.
And I’ll make sure I come before you do.
” Another thrust, rubbing myself against her clit just enough to heighten her arousal, but not enough to get her off.
“I’ll shoot just like this. I bet I’ll get some all over your pretty tits and face, but none of it inside of you.
That’s where you want it, isn’t it? Inside? ”
“Fuck… off…” She’s breathing harder now, her hips arching back against me as I thrust against her pussy, and she’s so fucking wet that there’s hardly any friction.
It doesn’t matter. I could come right now if I let myself, the heat and the softness of her body so overwhelming that I can hardly stand it.
I nudge my cockhead against her clit again. “Are you sure about that? Because I’m so fucking close, Svetlana. Do you want to go to bed like this? Wet and horny?”
I thrust against her twice more, once with each word, and she lets out a frustrated, strangled whimper.
“Oh…fuck…fuck me! Please, just fucking…”
She breaks off, her nails scratching against the wall as she arches back, and that one, please, is all I was waiting for.
“Good girl,” I growl, and pull my hips back, my tip notching at her entrance as I thrust forward once, hard.
I’m not prepared for how fucking tight she is.
She clutches my cock like a wet silk glove, the heat and sensation so overwhelming that my knees feel weak.
I slide my other hand around her hip, working my fingers against her clit as I thrust, intent on giving her what I know she needs before I let go.
I have no actual intention of coming inside of her, no matter what fantasies I might have; I don’t have a condom, and the last fucking thing I need is to send her home pregnant.
If I were thinking straight, I wouldn’t have fucked her like this at all.
I’ve never fucked a woman bare before. I don’t want a disease or a child, and sex without protection has always been nothing but a fantasy.
No woman has ever made me lose my mind with lust enough for me to not stop and put a condom on first.
But not this time.
This time, I lost control.
She’s whimpering now, helpless moans spilling from her lips as I thrust into her, my fingers working her clit in tight circles as I push her toward the edge.
I suck in a breath, fighting to keep from letting go too soon, and I drag my hand down from her throat to her chest, wrapping my hand around one of her small breasts as I tug and play with her nipple.
That does it. She cries out as I revel in the feeling of her soft flesh against my palm, her back arching and ass slapping against me as I feel her tighten and ripple down my cock, squeezing my length rhythmically as she comes hard…
And I lose control.
I feel her bare, tight pussy milking my cock, the most exquisite sensation I’ve ever felt in my entire life, and my body pitches forward, pinning her to the wall as a ragged groan spills from my lips and I thrust into her as deeply as I can go.
She’s still coming, still squeezing me, and I can’t breathe, can’t think about anything other than how fucking good it feels as my cock throbs, cum spurts, and I fill a woman up with my cum for the first time in my life.
I’ve never felt anything like it. I’m thrusting mindlessly, reduced to an animal as I come inside of her, my teeth scraping the side of her neck as her head falls back against my shoulder and she shudders with me.
For a moment, we’re both completely lost, tangled together in pleasure far beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.
And then the high starts to recede, and as she slumps against me, I realize what I’ve just done.
I didn’t only fuck my boss’s ex-fiancée.
I just came inside of her.