Chapter 53
Ilya
I close the door behind me as we enter the house, instantly hearing a thud from the floor above. A little shadow with glowing yellow eyes appears from the stairs, meowling loudly in protest at being left alone for the couple hours he’d had the house to himself.
“Lucy,” Irelynn bends to give the cat with the ludicrous name a scratch. “I missed you.”
The cat gives another answering meow before he turns and struts off into the darkness.
As I instructed Polina and Daniil when I bought them their stay at a luxury hotel for the night, only one lamp illuminates the space. Luka is spending the night in one of the houses, leaving me and Irelynn the only ones inside.
“Weird.” Irelynn pulls her scarf from around her neck, hanging it in the closet. I swipe the remote I’d requested be left on the console table, slipping it discretely into my pocket. “It’s so dark in here.” She takes off her jacket and pauses. “Where is everyone?”
“I gave Polina and Daniil a night away.”
“Oh.” She smiles sweetly. “How nice.”
Oh, nice has nothing to do with it.
I catch her wrist as she begins to walk away, giving her a firm tug. Her back connects with the hard wall of my chest. A gasp falls from puffy pink lips, and her head tips to the side and up. There’s a question in those beautiful blue eyes, moments away from reaching her lips.
I dip my head, rumbling dangerously into the skin of her throat. “So, you like it when I chase you, Little Blue?”
She shivers. Her breaths begin to fall a little louder, a little faster. “Ilya…”
“I’ll give you a five second head start. Just know, all the exterior doors have guards posted. If you try to leave this house, they will give you to me.” That’s a lie, but I don’t want this going outside. Not tonight. “If you manage to get yourself safe inside a room, door closed, I won’t punish you. But if you fail…” I let that hang in the air, my hand squeezing her waist as I growl with intent into the soft skin of her neck.
I can’t imagine not wanting this woman.
“What if I succeed?”
“You won’t.”
Her chest is rising and falling hard now. She’s panting.
Is she wet for me already?
“But what if I do?”
When I asked her what she wanted for Christmas, she said she wanted a buddy for her cat. I’d shot that down hard. Now, I use it. “If you succeed, I’ll let you adopt another cat.”
She gasps in sweet delight. Fuck, I’m getting another cat.
“And I get to name it?”
“Fuck no.”
She laughs, rolling her hips back into my raging hard-on. “Deal.”
I squeeze her teasing little ass. “Five seconds,” I warn. Then I give her ass a slap. “Run, Little Blue.”
She lets out an ear-piercing scream that has her cat’s nails scratching against the wood floor a moment before she nearly trips over the black blur as it darts up the stairs. It’s perfect timing, though, because she’d been about to take the stairs. Now, she pivots and runs past them. I stroll leisurely behind her as she begins rattling doorknobs, her panic turning more and more real as she tries door after locked door.
“What the hell, Ilya?” She rattles another, her eyes wild as they look over her shoulder before she runs to the next, down the long hall—almost to the end.
When I’d asked Polina and Daniil to leave only the lamp on, I’d also asked them to lock every door but one.
It appears they listened.
I grin.
Irelynn makes a noise of frustration that is ribboned with the most intoxicating fear-filled excitement. My dick is so hard, it’s ready to burst the zipper of my pants.
I take a quick step toward her and she abandons yet another locked door for the door at the very end of the hall. Her gasp of surprise when it opens, and she tumbles inside is fucking exquisite. She’d thought I’d catch her there at the end of the hall, having my way with her on the hard floor.
With the door open, I sprint down the remainder of the hall. My body connects with the door just before it latches shut, and I shove just hard enough to let her know she doesn’t have a hope of keeping me out.
Through the crack in the door, I see her hand slap the light switch. “Shit,” she gasps, when the room fails to ignite.
I’d also asked that the breaker to everything apart from the electric fireplace I’d had installed in this room be turned off. Again, it appears my instructions have been followed.
She screams. Another rush of hot blood surges into my dick. She abandons the door and tries to run inside the room.
I slip in, slamming the door closed before I lock it—locking us into complete darkness.
“Ilya,” she pleads my name.
“Giving yourself up to me so easily?” I stalk slowly in the direction of her voice. She lets out a squeak, before she scurries. I can hear the soft material of her socked feet on the floor, and I pause, cocking my head to listen.
I pivot.
She goes still. She must. I can’t hear her.
“How do you like to run now, Little Blue?” I grin wide into the darkness. The moon is high and full outside, but I’d had heavy velvet drapes hung over the windows. Before Polina and Daniil left, I’d asked them to pull them closed over the windows. Not even a sliver of silver moonlight bleeds through or around the curtains.
Heavy breaths sound to my right. I start that way, letting my feet fall loudly as I stalk toward her.
I know I’m close when the legs of a table scrape against the floor and a whispered, “Shoot,” precedes the sound of running feet.
But she’s not fast enough to escape me. She will never be fast enough to escape me.
“Caught you, Little Blue,” I murmur as I pull her into my arms. Her back slams into my chest a second time tonight, but now she can’t miss the erection I’m sporting in my pants as it presses into her low back.
I pin her into place with one big hand around her delicate throat, squeezing with just enough pressure to make her heart quicken. My other hand roams to the hot V between her legs.
I cup her sex over her leggings. “Are you wet for me?”
“Ilya,” she protests.
I give her throat a squeeze. “Answer me, Little Blue. Is your hot pussy wet for me?”
“Yes.” She breathes a husky whisper.
“How wet?”
“Soaked.” With that, she rolls her hips into my hand, seeking pressure.
Fucking hell.
I pull my hand away and she whimpers a sexy as sin protest before she realizes my intent. Hooking the band of her leggings, I shove my hand inside. Her body twitches, breath hitching. In the darkness like this, everything is heightened. Every touch is more extreme. Every breath more intense. Every whispered plea is more.
Sliding two fingers over her clit, she bucks into my touch as I sink into the wet warmth of her.
She groans a little mewl like groan that nearly has me exploding in my pants. Bending my neck, I nip the place where shoulder and neck meet, reveling in the way she lets her head fall back against my chest. She never pulls from my touch, never shies away from me. Not anymore.
She’s mine. Wholly, completely, without restriction, stripped of reservation, mine.
I move between sucking and biting her neck as I pump my fingers into her heat, my palm teasing the button of her clit with every thrust. Shoving my hand up her shirt, I start to play with her little nipples. Pinching and pulling, tugging moans from the deep of her. I don’t stop until she’s clenching around me, wave after wave of her orgasm spilling onto my hand.
“Ilya,” she moans my name as I pull my hand from her pants, the other from her shirt. Then I push her down onto the floor. She lands on the plush carpet with a sexy little gasp.
I catch myself over her, grinding into her soft ass. As I ask, “Now that I’ve caught you, how should I punish you?”
“I thought you just did.”
“Oh no, that was a reward for a good chase.” I nip her shoulder.
She arches her ass into my groin.
I pull back on my knees behind her, one hand palming her sweet ass as I pop the button of my jeans with the other. Shoving down my zipper, I pull my dick free and give it a rough stroke.
Fucking hell. I’m wound up.
“I fucking love hunting you,” I grit through clenched teeth.
“I love when you catch me.” She pushes her ass back, grazing my sensitive tip.
I hiss in breath and lose control.
Yanking her pants down, I treat her to one hard slap before I palm her hips, and shove deep inside her. She lets out a little scream that calls the monster deep inside to the surface. Excitement hums in my blood as I fuck her raw and hard. The sound my dick makes as it slides into her wet heat, the slap of her soft ass into my groin as I plant myself balls deep again and again, the little screams and sexy cries she gives me—all of it sends me over the edge faster and harder than I expect.
“I’m going to come.”
“Not yet.” She pushes harder into me. My wild Little Blue.
“Fuck.” Wrapping my hand around to her front, I play with her clit. She’s so slick.
I fuck her harder, rougher. The moment I feel her clenching around me, my thrusts turn wild. Frantic. Harder.
She falls into the carpet, and I follow her. Thrusting into her again and again until I’m filling her pussy with my cum.
My heart is a wild beast in my chest as I work to slow my breathing, my semi hard dick still lodged inside her. Her face is turned to the side, and she’s gasping in breath as she lays still beneath me.
Then, she begins to laugh.
My lips quirk, unable to help myself when she gives me that sweet sound. “What’s so funny.”
“I’m going to run away from you at least once a week for the rest of my life.”
I’m silent for a moment, and then a laugh bursts from my chest.
Slowly, gently, I pull myself from her body. I fix my jeans and her pants, marveling at the need this woman sparks in me to possess her. It’s so intense sometimes, I can’t even take the time to undress her fully. I just need to be inside her—to be home.
Now that her pants are in place, she rolls onto her back in the carpet. Her lovely breaths are still heavy as they fall into the darkness. Suddenly, the need to see her is so strong, I’m shoving my hand into my pocket for the remote I swiped from the console table at the entrance.
Pressing a button, she gasps as a warm glow fills the space from the electric fireplace. Her eyes widen as they drift over the room, her lips parting, awe and wonder filling her gaze as she props herself on her elbows, her eyes devouring the room.
But my eyes are only for her.
They will be for her for the rest of my life.
All I do will be for her.
All I am will be for her.
All of me is hers.