Chapter 20 – Lukyan
I wake up to a blinding pulse of desire shooting straight down my body and locking directly into my cock. A low, gravelly groan rips from my throat the second my eyes crack open. The sensation hitting me is unreal—a thick, wet, enveloping heat tightly moving over my length.
I lift my head slightly against the pillows, blinking past the sleep, and my breath hitches. Sofia is on her knees between my thighs, her glossy hair spilling over my lap, completely focused as she takes my cock into her mouth.
“Fuck, Sofia… fuck,” I groan, the word torn from my chest as my hand instinctively fists into her soft hair, guiding her rhythm. Golden morning sunlight drifts lazily through the sheer curtains of the window. I don’t even know what damn time it is, but I don’t care.
She pushes through the friction, swallowing me down to the very back of her throat. I let out a choked, ragged sound, absolutely gargling with pure pleasure as the tight heat of her mouth nearly brings me to my knees right there in the sheets. I can’t even fucking believe this is happening.
After we collided on the library floor yesterday, the aftermath had been brutal. She had let me hold her for only a few fleeting minutes before the walls slammed right back up.
She pulled completely away from me, retiring to her bedroom and shutting me out entirely. When I offered to take her out to clear her head, she refused. When I begged her to just open the door and let me see her for a few minutes, she refused.
I had been losing my mind, forced to wait until well past midnight when I knew she was finally deep asleep before sneaking into her room like a thief, sliding under the duvet, and curling my body protectively around hers.
I fully expected to wake up to her screaming at me to get out, or worse, looking at me with that freezing indifference. Instead, I’m waking up to her taking me into her pretty mouth, completely destroying my control.
“Fuck, Sofia,” I groan, my hips twitching instinctively as slick saliva drips from her mouth, running down the skin of my inner thigh.
I don’t know how this is going to end, or if she’s just going to pull away and break my heart all over again the second this ends. I can’t think about tomorrow, so I take brutal advantage of this moment right now.
With a sudden surge of adrenaline, I grab her waist and flip her flat onto her back, never letting my cock slip from between her wet lips.
Her eyes widen in a flash of breathless surprise.
Before she can even think to protest, I seize both of her wrists in one of my large hands and pin them securely above her head against the mattress.
I stare down into her flushed face, my chest heaving as I look at her mouth wrapped around my length. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now, baby. Is that okay?”
She doesn’t pull away. She just looks straight up into my eyes and nods, her mouth completely full of me, her lips tight and glistening with her own spit.
It’s the single sexiest, most undoing thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Good girl,” I growl, my control snapping into absolute pieces. I lift my hips and fuck right into her mouth, driving my cock deep into the tight, burning heat of her throat. The sheer, unadulterated pleasure of it is blinding, sending electric sparks straight to my brain.
“Take it all, Sofia,” I rasp, my voice a filthy, gravelly whisper as I set a ruthless rhythm, stretching her lips as I bury myself to the root. “You like being choked on your husband’s dick, don’t you? Gag on it for me, zaychik. Take every single inch of this cock. It’s yours.”
A choked, wet sound escapes her throat, her chest heaving beneath me, but she keeps her eyes locked on mine, taking the deep, merciless thrusts like an absolute champ.
“Look at you, swallowing me so fucking deep,” I mutter darkly, shifting my grip on her wrists so I can wrap my free hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her pupils dilate.
“You’re a dirty little addict for this, aren’t you? All those sweet, innocent books, but you just want to be face-down and ruined by your husband. Tell me you want me to breed you later. Tell me you’re my obedient little slut for me.”
The friction of her tongue and the tight clasp of her throat are pushing me way past the point of no return. I pick up the pace, my hips slamming hard against her chin as I drive into her mouth with a desperate, heavy speed, determined to leave my mark on every single part of her.
She swipes her tongue over the sensitive head, and my entire body instantly freezes. A violent shudder rips through my spine as my control completely shatters, my cum shooting hot and heavy straight down her throat.
I let out a long, ragged groan that shakes my chest when she doesn’t pull away—she just swallows every single drop of it, taking all of me.
Slowly, I pull out of her wet mouth, a string of saliva breaking between us, and collapse heavily onto the bed beside her, my heart hammering against my ribs.
“Fuck, Sofia,” I breathe, my voice completely shot. I reach out and drag her small, flushed body against my chest, pulling her close and kissing her damp temple, breathing in the scent of her skin.
I close my eyes, the vulnerability from yesterday rushing back in to replace the lust. “Have you forgiven me?” I ask quietly, terrified of what the answer might be.
Sofia stays still against me for a long moment, the rise and fall of her chest steadying. She doesn’t pull away from my touch this time, but when she looks up at me, her eyes are serious, holding a depth that tells me the ground beneath us has permanently shifted.
“I’m willing to forgive you, Lukyan,” she says, her voice steady, though I can hear the effort it takes to keep it that way.
“But don’t think for a second that means things just go back to how they were.
The trust you broke isn’t going to magically reappear just because of last night or this morning.
This is going to be a process, and it’s going to take time.
I’m choosing to look at who you are to me right now, in this room, but you have to earn the rest of the way forward. ”
Relief floods my chest, heavy and aching, but before I can even find the words to thank her, she shifts slightly, her gaze hardening into something fierce and completely unwavering.
“And there’s something else,” she continues, locking her eyes onto mine. “I’m going to find the code. We’re going to crack it together.”
I stiffen instantly, the ghost of yesterday’s panic flaring up in my throat.
I try to stop her, my hand shifting to gently grip her shoulder.
“Sofia, no. I told you yesterday, and I mean it—I don’t want the network.
I don’t care about the money or the encryption.
If trying to solve it is going to bring back the ghost of how this marriage started, I want you to leave it alone. I don’t want it to hurt you anymore.”
“This isn’t about you anymore, Lukyan,” she cuts me off, her voice ringing with an authority that catches me entirely off guard.
She places a hand flat against my chest, preventing me from shifting the conversation.
“This is no longer something being hidden from me or taken from me behind my back. This is my choice now. For my entire life, this secret has been pulling the strings in the background, shaping my reality, and it ultimately took my father away from me without me ever knowing why. I’m not going to sit in the dark while men like Karl treat me like a piece on a chessboard. ”
She sits up slightly, pulling the duvet over her chest, but her posture is pure steel.
“I’m choosing to participate in this,” she says, her eyes burning with a brilliant, dangerous clarity.
“I’m going to find the code because it belongs to my family, and I am going to reclaim control over my own history.
We’re going to bring Karl down, and we’re going to do it on my terms. Do you understand me? ”
“I understand,” I say, the words coming out low and solemn.
I accept her terms completely, the realization settling deep into my bones that the dynamic between us has fundamentally changed forever. I’m no longer the handler, the master puppeteer, or the man trying to control every variable in the room.
I don’t approach this situation as an operation to manage anymore. She’s stepped into her own power, and the only role left for me is to navigate this dangerous path right alongside her, as her equal. As her husband.
Sofia shifts, sitting up fully to look at me. As she moves, the sheets fall away, pooling around her lap.
For a dangerous second, all the high-stakes tension in my head completely evaporates, replaced by a sharp, distracting heat.
The golden morning light catches her perfectly, and my eyes track downward to where her nipples are poking firmly against the sheer, thin material of her nightdress.
The sight of her, so fierce and commanding yet completely exposed and beautiful in my bed, makes my blood run thick all over again.
“Lukyan,” she says, her voice dropping into a quiet, searching tone that drags my attention right back to her face. “Can I trust you?”
The heavy lust fades instantly, replaced by a fierce, protective gravity. I turn completely serious, locking my eyes onto hers so she can see every ounce of the brutal honesty inside me.
“Yes, you can, Sofia,” I say, my voice steady and unyielding. “I swear it to you. On my life, on my soul, you have me. All of me.”