Chapter 27
Zoya~
I watched Kasimir load the dishwasher, and guilt quickly hit me in the chest. “You know, if you cook, I should clean. Those are the rules.”
Without looking back at me, he said, “And once your fingers and ribs are no longer an issue, you can wash all the dishes that you want, lepestok. Don’t let me stand in the way of what makes you happy.”
“Ha. Ha.” I deadpanned.
Kasimir put the dishes to wash, then turned to look at me, a huge grin on his face. “Now, the housekeepers will be bored if you begin washing the dishes and whatnot, but I’m sure they’ll adjust.”
Ignoring his sarcasm, I said, “I just feel bad. I haven’t contributed in any way while I’ve been here. I’m...I’ve been just existing, and you’ve been letting me.”
Kasimir didn’t say anything at first. He kind of just considered me carefully before walking around the counter until he was standing in front of me, and it was when he was serious like this that he was at his most gorgeous.
Oh, he looked sexy as sin when he was pleasuring me, but he looked stunning when he was serious.
Those dual-colored eyes of his had a way of just looking through a person, but maybe it was just me.
Maybe I was the only one who was affected by that concentrated stare of his, but I doubted it. I doubted it a lot.
“You say that as if existing isn’t enough,” he finally said.
“You say that as if you being here doesn’t have a deeper purpose.
I love you, Zoya. I love you when I never thought that I’d ever be able to love someone who wasn’t of my blood.
So, while you think that you’re here, doing nothing, you’re actually giving my life a better meaning than it’d had before. ”
Who was this man?
How could he say things like that to me, then turn around and pull someone’s vocal cords from their neck the next moment?
How could he be so patient and open with me, but still be the same person who could torture someone on a dime?
It made no sense. It made no sense that this man could be everything that I craved, yet also be everything that a normal person should abhor.
“How do you do that?”
“Do what, lepestok?”
“Say everything to make me forget who and what you really are underneath,” I answered.
“And what am I underneath?”
“A normal person would say a monster,” I said, testing the word on my tongue. “A normal person would say evil.”
Kasimir just smirked, not offended at all. “And they’d be right. However, even the devil is still an angel, whether they put the word fallen before the description or not.”
Looking up at him, I said, “I just think that...that even fifty years from now, I’ll still never really know who you are.”
“You’re wrong,” he replied evenly. “As it stands, right now, you’re the only person who knows who I really am. I might keep you on your toes during our marriage, but you’ll never not know where my priorities lay.”
“I just...I don’t know,” I sighed.
Kasimir regarded me for a couple of seconds before he reached down, grabbed me by my hips, then lifted me like I weighed nothing. However, before I could grab on or wrap my legs around his waist, he was dropping me onto the kitchen counter.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m still hungry,” he answered wolfishly.
I quickly began looking around at the empty kitchen. “Kasimir, anyone could walk by.”
“It’s just us, Zoya,” he replied. “All the staff is gone for the day.”
“But what about the guards-”
“The guards know better,” he assured me. “Even if they had a reason to walk into the house, they’d turn right back around if they wanted to continue to live.”
“Kasimir-”
“If you don’t want me eating your sweet pussy, then just say so, baby,” he smirked. “We can go into the living room and watch a movie if you prefer.”
“It’s not that,” I quickly argued, showing my hand. “It’s just...the cameras and...and what about the windows? If anyone walks by, they’ll be able to see.”
Keeping his eyes on mine, Kasimir pulled out his phone, tapped the screen a few times, and when he slid it back into his pants, he said, “The cameras are taken care of, and I send a text to the guards on shift tonight to stay away from the kitchen for the next hour.”
“Oh, God...” I choked out, my cheeks on fire. “How embarrassing.”
Kasimir just chuckled as his hands slid up my legs. “Lay back and relax. Let me take care of you.”
When his thumbs ran along the apex of my thighs, I did what he’d ordered.
Instead of worrying about anyone seeing us, I laid back, letting the cool countertop support me and whatever Kasimir was about to do to me.
Oh, I knew the gist of what he was about to do, but every time was different with him.
No matter how many times he took me, and no matter however, everything always felt like something new was being added.
Each time felt like he was taking me somewhere deeper, somewhere that I would never be free from, and I craved it every single time.
After pushing my dress up, leaving the fabric to pool around my waist, I felt Kasimir hook a finger around the gusset of my panties, then pull them aside, the cool air hitting my pussy instantly.
It was a shocking contrast to how hot my body felt, because it didn’t take much for the man to turn me on, which was quite embarrassing as it was.
“Christ, I’ll never get tired of this view,” Kasimir hissed, my legs spread open for him. “It’s everything that I can do not to live between your sweet thighs, baby.”
When his thumb flicked over my clit, my entire body jerked with need, impatiently waiting for him to devour me with his mouth. I wanted to feel his hot breath against my wetness, and I wanted to feel his fingers stretching me open, preparing me to take him when he was ready to give me more.
“It’s so pretty when it’s weeping for me,” he went on, his words hitting me in the pit of my womb. “I love how wet you get when I put my hands on you.”
“Kasimir, please...” I moaned, already begging.
Done inspecting me, I felt him finally pulling my panties down over my legs, and once I was free from that barrier, Kasimir’s hands were on the insides of my thighs, pushing them apart as far as they would go, and I had to brace my feet on the edge of the counter for balance.
He also decided to take mercy on me, because his tongue was sliding through my folds as soon as I’d gotten settled, and my hands immediately dove into his hair to keep it there.
Firm and insistent, his tongue played with my clit in a way that only he knew how.
Only weeks into this, Kasimir already knew my body better than I did, and he played it like a game that he would always win.
“Oh, God...” I mewled.
Knowing what I needed, Kasimir slid two fingers inside me as his tongue kept working my clit, and this overwhelming sensation of pleasure was the reason why I was letting this man have his way with me in the kitchen, no matter who was around.
Only Kasimir knew how to drive my mind past reason, and it was something that he was always going to have the power to do.
“You taste so fucking addicting, baby,” he groaned against my pussy lips. “You will always be my favorite meal.”
“God, yes...” I panted, my fingers tightening in his hair. “Yes...”
“No worries,” he smirked. “I know just what you need.”
I felt a third finger enter me, and he wasn’t wrong about what I needed to finally erupt all over the place.
While I never imagined that double-penetration would be my undoing, whenever Kasimir was possessing me like that, nothing else mattered.
Except for the psychopath who had his hands on me, everything else just faded away.
I let out a choked cry when I finally felt that third finger enter my ass, and my knees drew up higher to give Kasimir all the room that he needed to ruin me.
I felt full and worshipped, and the sounds that Kasimir kept making deep in his throat just added to everything that he was already doing to me.
Now, while I couldn’t speak for all women, hearing Kasimir’s pleasure did crazy things to me.
It emboldened me, and it also made me feel like we were in these moments together.
“Don’t stop...” I begged. “I’m going...I’m going to...to cum...God, don’t stop...please...”
Just then, Kasimir curled his fingers inside my pussy, and that was all it took to make me fall over the edge, white spots dancing behind my eyes as I fell apart for him. That heated wave of pleasure hit every inch of my body, and all I could do was hold on while it consumed me completely.
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been riding my high, but when the sound of Kasimir’s zipper hit my ears, all I could do was hope that he remembered to sanitize the counter when we were done, because I knew that I was about to make a mess everywhere.