Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Andrei
The moment I pushed inside Lilith, the world narrowed to nothing but her.
She was so impossibly tight, her walls clenching around the head of my cock like a velvet fist, resisting every inch.
I groaned low in my throat, sweat already beading on my forehead as I fought not to thrust forward too hard.
Her breath hitched, a soft, shaky whimper escaping her lips, and I froze halfway in, my heart hammering.
"Fuck, Lilith," I rasped, my voice rough with lust and something sharper.
I looked down between us, at the way her slick folds stretched around me, glistening under the low bedroom lights.
Then I felt it—the unmistakable barrier, the resistance that told me everything.
She was a virgin. My mind reeled. "You're... you've never done this before?"
She bit her lip, cheeks flushed crimson, eyes glassy with a mix of pain and need. I pulled back slightly, not fully out, just enough to cup her face with both hands. My thumbs stroked her flushed skin as I searched her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Damn it. Knowing that Luca had never touched her this way filled me with a wicked, undeniable rush of pleasure.
A small, shy smile curved her lips despite the tremble in her body.
That did something primal to me. I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a slow, deep kiss, tasting the sweetness of her tongue as I eased forward again, inch by careful inch. She gasped into my mouth, her nails digging into my shoulders, body tensing beneath me.
"Shh, easy," I murmured against her lips, kissing the corner of her mouth, her jaw, the sensitive spot beneath her ear. "I've got you. Just breathe for me. You feel so fucking good—hot, wet, squeezing me like you were made for this. For me."
She whimpered again, a flicker of pain tightening her features, her brows drawing together.
I stopped moving immediately, buried only halfway, and showered her with softer kisses—along her neck, down to her collarbone, then back up to claim her lips once more.
My hands roamed gently, stroking her sides, cupping her full breasts, thumbs circling her hardened nipples until she arched into me.
"You're doing so well, Lilith. So perfect.
Relax for me, sweetheart. Let me in. I'll make it feel good—I promise.
" My voice was low, soothing, laced with the deep need I felt for her.
I kissed her slowly, languidly, until I felt the tension ease.
Her brows smoothed out, her body softening around me.
That's when I pushed deeper, sinking fully into her tight heat with one smooth glide.
The sensation was overwhelming—her walls fluttering, rippling around every thick inch of me.
Lilith cried out, her eyes flying wide as pleasure crashed over her.
Her inner muscles clenched hard, pulsing in rhythmic waves as she came undone beneath me, her first orgasm ripping through her like a storm.
"Oh god—Andi!" she gasped, trembling, her pussy milking me so intensely I nearly lost control right there.
I held still inside her, savoring every flutter, every gasp, letting her ride it out. When her breathing slowed, I brushed damp strands of hair from her face and kissed her forehead. "That's my girl. But we're not done yet. I want more of you. Tell me you want it too."
She looked up at me, shy and flushed, biting her lip again. "I... I do. Please, Andi. More."
Hearing her beg sent a fresh surge of heat straight to my cock.
I pulled out slowly, then lifted her into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her across the dark bedroom.
The floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering city lights, the night sky a deep velvet backdrop.
I set her down facing the glass, her palms pressing against the cool surface, and positioned myself behind her.
"Look at yourself," I growled softly, my hands gripping her hips. "See how beautiful you are when I take you."
She glanced at our reflections—her breasts heaving, nipples tight, my taller frame pressed against her back, cock slick and hard against her ass.
I nudged her legs apart and slid back inside her in one deep thrust, groaning at how perfectly she sheathed me now.
The new angle let me go even deeper, her tight channel gripping me like liquid silk.
I started thrusting, steady and deep, one hand sliding up to cup her breast while the other lightly smacked her round ass. The sound echoed softly—sharp but playful. "Rub your tits for me, baby. Let me watch."
Lilith hesitated, cheeks burning with embarrassment, her hands twitching at her sides. When she tried to cover her face instead, I caught her wrists gently but firmly, pinning them to the glass above her head with one hand.
"No hiding. I want you to see everything. See how your pussy takes every inch of me. How you're dripping down my cock."
She moaned, the sound needy and broken, as I released her hands and guided one to her breast. Her fingers obeyed, squeezing and rolling her nipple, the other hand following.
The sight in the reflection—her touching herself while I fucked her from behind—was pure fire.
I picked up the pace, spanking her ass again, lighter this time, the sting making her clench tighter around me.
"Fuck, yes, just like that. You're so wet for me.
Such a good girl, showing off for me." My thrusts grew harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room alongside her breathy cries.
I leaned over her back, one hand wrapping lightly around the front of her throat—not squeezing hard, just enough pressure to tilt her head back against my shoulder, making sure she kept watching our joined bodies in the glass.
Her reflection showed everything: the way her breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, her face contorted in ecstasy, my hips snapping against her reddened ass. I whispered filthy praise in her ear—"You feel like heaven. So tight, so mine. Come for me again, Lilith. Let me feel you fall apart."
She shattered first, her second orgasm crashing through her with a sharp cry, walls spasming violently around my cock. The sensation pushed me over the edge. I drove into her deep and hard, my hand tightening just a fraction on her throat as pleasure exploded through me.
I came with a guttural groan, pulsing hot and thick inside her, filling her completely. Wave after wave of my release flooded her, our bodies locked together as we rode the peak together, trembling against the cool glass.
We stayed like that for long moments, my forehead pressed to her shoulder, both of us breathing hard. I kissed the side of her neck softly, my hands soothing over the places I'd gripped and spanked, tenderness replacing the intensity.
"You were incredible," I murmured, slowly pulling out and turning her to face me. I lifted her again, carrying her back to the bed, where I pulled her into my arms, her head on my chest.
The night stretched on around us, but in that moment, nothing else existed. Just her warmth, her scent, and a deep satisfaction.
When I woke the next morning, Lilith was gone. No note. Nothing.
I'd walked out on women plenty of times after sex. But having one walk out on me? That was a first.
The irritation was immediate and irrational. Did she regret it? Was she still hung up on Luca? Anger flared in my chest. Too bad. I'd had her. She was mine now. I wasn't giving her to anyone—especially not that little bastard.
Unbelievable. I'd slept with countless women and never gave a damn about any of them. But Lilith? Every inch of her had me hooked.
She couldn't run. I wouldn't let her.
I got up, bare feet on cold floor, and passed the window where I'd fucked her against the glass last night.
I was hard again.
If she'd still been here, I'd have kept her in bed all damn day. I took a breath and headed for the shower.
I pictured her on her knees, looking up at me, those full lips wrapped around my cock while her hands cupped her breasts. My hand in her hair, pushing deeper—
Dmitri knocked.
I finished, dressed, and went to the study.
"Boss, here's the financial report from Polaris Casino."
Dmitri was already waiting—thirty-something, solid build, black hair slicked back, a fading scar cutting through his right eye. He'd been with me for twenty years. One of the few I trusted completely. He brought me reports every few weeks on all my operations.
But today, I didn't care about the numbers.
"Find someone for me. I want everything on her by tonight."
Dmitri blinked. "Who?"
His tone said it all—he thought I was hunting an enemy.
"Lilith Sanchez. A woman. A beautiful one who's got my attention." I made it clear so he wouldn't misunderstand and put her in danger.
"Got it, boss." Dmitri didn't ask questions, but his mouth twitched.
"Also, the old-timers—Ivan and the rest—they asked me again this morning if you'd picked a new wife yet.
They want to introduce you to some Chicago girl, a mafia princess.
Someone even brought up Rebecca's name again.
Said she'd make a good fit." He hesitated.
"But I guess you don't need their help anymore. "
"No. I don't. And I don't want to hear another word about marriage from them. Not the Chicago girl. Not Rebecca. None of them."
The old guard had been nagging me for years. "The family needs an heir." "A leader needs a respectable family." Bullshit excuses.
Last year, Ivan even handed me a list—eligible daughters from every major Russian family on the East Coast, like I was a stud horse up for breeding. I crumpled it and threw it in the trash right in front of him.
I knew Luca wasn't fit to inherit. But I wasn't going to marry just to shut them up.
Until now.
Though first, I needed to be sure this wasn't just novelty. Even if deep down, I already knew it wasn't.
I skimmed the casino report, but I couldn't focus. Lilith kept drifting through my mind.