Chapter 20 - Tatiana
At the first gunshot, so fast and loud and full of broken glass and blood, all I could do was scream. It took me a minute to get myself under control, and by that time, we were careening away, jumping a curb and mowing down a trash can as Kon sprayed bullets out the window like a vengeful god.
I had never seen anyone so full of raw fury in my life. As soon as we rounded a corner, he bellowed back at me. “Are you all right?”
I tried to rise again, sorry I had the first time, to see the driver flop out like a fish, his vacant eyes staring beneath the hole in his head. Kon reached over and shoved me back down.
“Stay put,” he ordered, all that anger bubbling out in his voice.
I stayed put. Was he going to try to blame this on me?
He only stopped when we were miles away from the attack, and I was more than a little afraid of him when he turned around. His eyes were wild and angry, and he was backlit by a street lamp, making him look even more terrifying.
“Tati,” he groaned, leaning between the front seats and reaching for me. Now I saw that he looked as scared as I had been when the shooting started.
Before I could say a word, he wrenched me into his arms, shoving back his seat so he could hold me so tightly I could hardly breathe. I shuddered, realizing it was actually over, but also what could have happened.
It was a miracle he wasn’t shot again.
“I’m sorry about the driver,” I said when he eased up on his grip and ran his hands down my arms, looking for injuries. He had pushed me down so fast I didn’t even have a scratch from flying glass.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “Only you matter. You’re safe.” He repeated it again, as if he were assuring himself more than me. As if he cared so deeply, he had to be sure.
It shook me up more than the attack.
I finally extracted myself, and we waited for someone to bring us a new car, with a windshield that wasn’t blown to hell. We drove home in silence while his men dealt with the wreck. Shock made everything feel fuzzy, but I went over the events again and again so I would remember.
Kon held onto my arm as we went up the elevator in more silence, and when we got inside the apartment, he began to pace, amped up and blaming himself.
“I put you in danger,” he said, fists clenched. “For nothing. Not again, never again.”
Anger practically flowed from him in waves, but underneath it all was that fear I saw in the car. For me.
I meant to tell him after he calmed down, but there was no sign of that happening. I grabbed his shoulders, making him stand still and face me. I didn’t flinch from the wildness in his eyes.
“It wasn’t for nothing, Kon. After the driver—before you shoved me down, I saw one of the shooters. And I saw him before, I’m sure of it.”
Now that I had this information, there was no way he could keep me from helping. Identifying that man could be the key to finding my father, something we both wanted. But all Kon wanted then was to continue beating himself up for the danger he put me in.
Still on the verge of madness, he was practically tearing his hair out, wrenching out of my grasp. I jumped in front of him before he could wear a hole in the floor.
“Stop, look at me,” I said, grabbing his face. “I’m fine. I’m here. I’m alive.” Anything to calm him down.
It did the opposite for both of us. The intensity of his gaze, the way he gripped my waist. I was suddenly as wild as he was, but not with anger or fear.
I was no longer thinking about the man I recognized or the danger we had just been in.
Kon could have gone after the shooters, but he acted with lightning speed to get me out of there and still couldn’t forgive himself for letting me go with him in the first place.
“I’m fine,” I repeated, my eyes honing in on his lips. Remembering those kisses. Wanting more.
He yanked me close, and his mouth crashed against mine. His hands moved down my back to grip my behind, holding me flush with his hard body. His breath was hot, and his tongue found mine, more than ready.
For a moment, I didn’t know where I was and wrapped my arms around his neck, just holding on.
“You’re in shock,” he rasped, our noses bumping together.
“I’m not,” I said, rising on my toes to kiss him again, the first time I initiated. I wasn’t going to stop. Let him try to make me.
There was never a time in my life when I ever felt like that before. So alive, so sure of what I wanted. And I wanted Kon. At that moment, he wasn’t my enemy. He kept kissing me, holding on tighter and lifting me off my feet to carry me toward his bedroom.
Should I have been afraid? I wasn’t. I wrapped my legs around his waist, smiling against his mouth as he groaned with satisfaction.
His fingers delved between my thighs from behind, and I pressed harder, held on tighter.
All with his tongue in my mouth and my fingers gliding through his hair. I was still me, but better. More alive.
“Kon,” I whispered, leaning back to search his handsome face.
“Tell me now if you want to stop,” he said, his eyes dark as charcoal, unblinking and totally consumed with me.
This was Konstantin Fokin, the most powerful man I knew. Some of my courage drained away. Did he want to stop? Was he finally going to go against his reckless nature for once? “Do you?”
With a feral noise, he moved into his bedroom, dropping me on the bed to lean over me and cage me in with his arms. “Little girl, in about twenty seconds, there’s going to be no stopping me.”
He waited a beat, and I reached for him, pulling him down on top of me. The weight of him, the feel of his muscles, the hunger in his kisses had me writhing beneath him. He dragged his lips down the side of my throat, his hands moving down my body.
“I’ve never…” I trailed off, my cheeks burning. “This is the first—”
“Then I need to make it count, don’t I?” he asked, grinning at me.
His movements began to slow as he kept kissing his way down, shoving my shirt up so he could put his hands on my bare skin.
I tingled and burned for more, squeezing my legs together.
When he got to my waistband, he planted his hands on my leggings and tugged them down in one swift movement, pausing to look at me.
“Beautiful,” he said, low and raspy. “Take your shirt off, let me see all of you, and then I’ll drive you wild.”
I squeaked and did as he commanded. Now I was only in my panties, and he traced his fingertips along the edges, making me squirm and gasp. A moment later, they were torn into pieces down the side seams, and he was spreading my legs to dive between them.
I yelped at the first swipe of his tongue. At twenty-two, perhaps I should have already experienced this, but I had never had more than a clumsy kiss after a date that was so catastrophically bad I gave up on romance to concentrate on work.
I would never have seen the light of day if my first kiss had been with Kon. It seemed impossible that he was doing that right now.
My hips raised, and I clamped my ankles together behind his head, drawing him closer to my wet heat, craving more. He chuckled, a low vibration against my sensitive flesh.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” he said, plunging his tongue deep inside me before pressing it hard against my swollen nub. A rush of sensation had me gripping the covers. “I can’t wait to be inside this little pussy of yours.”
And then I couldn’t wait either. I grabbed his hair, pressing him down, then tugging, gasping for him to hurry so I could have all of him. Shaking with need, I moaned his name. He only laughed some more and kept going.
He really was driving me to the brink, telling me to scream as he licked me up and down.
“Is that all you want?” I gasped, bucking wildly.
He held me in place, his mouth hot against me. “For starters. Come for me, Tati.”
With a shudder, I let go, and the floodgates burst. Slamming my eyes shut and yanking on his hair, I squeezed my thighs around his head as the orgasm rocked me. He got what he wanted, and my scream should have rattled the window panes.
His face glistening from my juices, he rose and unzipped his pants, shoving them down and kicking them aside.
My vision came back into focus on his huge cock, standing straight out from his body.
He peeled his shirt off, and I lifted my gaze to his rippling eight-pack, up to his molded pecs, then back down to that pulsing beast.
My breath started hitching in my chest, but Kon lay at my side, stroking my hair and kissing me so deeply I forgot my trepidation. Within seconds, I was reaching for him, my hand sliding down his washboard stomach to wrap around his hot, smooth shaft.
He groaned and nipped my lower lip. “I need to be inside you, Tati,” he said.
“I need you to be there,” I answered.
“I’m going to make sure you feel good,” he promised, pushing his fingers inside me to stretch me. You’re not going to regret having me be the first man to ever fuck this perfect body of yours.”
I shivered with yearning, my hips rising as he teased me with his fingers, bringing me back to a fever pitch. “Hurry,” I said. “I’m ready.”
He rose up, and I watched in fascination as he tantalized my opening with the tip of his cock.
His eyes locked on mine, and he pushed inside me, kissing away the sudden burst of pain that was over in an instant.
And then it was nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure all over again as he did just what he promised.
I held on, letting my head drop onto the pillows, reveling in his kisses, the trail of his hands, the thrusts of his cock. I was panting when he dragged his lips close to my ear.
“I need to come inside you, little girl. You’re going to be mine.”
Completely mindless with the need for another of those insane orgasms, I only nodded. This was Kon; he did what he wanted, took what he wanted. Right now, he was giving me exactly what I wanted, and I let go once more.
He thrust hard and fast as I pulsed and tightened around his thick cock, driving so deep inside me that I had to gasp. Bliss. Better.
He fell against me, breathing as hard as I was, limp on top of me. I was basically helpless but had never felt more in control, or so powerful. Still pulsing with aftershocks, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his shoulder.
“Tati,” he murmured, still catching his breath. “What the hell was that?”
I laughed as he rolled to the side, pulling me against his chest and swinging his leg over my hip, making it clear he wasn’t letting me go anytime soon.
And I wasn’t trying to get away.