Chapter 30 - Konstantin
The day out was a risk, but minimal with my enemies looking in all the wrong directions and my discreet guards following us at a distance. It was worth it to see Tati smile, a treat I had gone without for much too long.
Those smiles were like oxygen to me, her laughter a hit of adrenaline.
Her touches and kisses were getting more and more necessary, like an addiction, or like life itself.
Her eagerness to get home was as cute as it was intoxicating, and as much as I wanted to whisk her straight to bed, I didn’t want this sudden, easy coalition of ours to end.
Once we were in the house, I put on some music, taking her in my arms and moving her around the back patio to the slow beats. Her arms twined around my neck, her eyes half closed. I watched her relaxed smile tighten, and she looked up at me as she tugged herself closer.
“Kon?” she asked in a soft voice. I loved hearing her say my name in a tone that wasn’t full of anger.
“Anything,” I said. “Just name it.”
She giggled, but it sounded forced. I paused, bracing myself. “I was thinking if I had access to CJ’s database, I might be able to find more links to Papa.”
“When were you thinking about that?” I asked coldly, dropping my hands from her waist. “What part of our fun, relaxing day were you plotting to bring this up?”
It pissed me off that my feelings were hurt more than I was angry. She had been manipulating me, and I had loved every damn minute of it. She shook her head, denying it had anything to do with our outing.
“I just thought I could help,” she said, trying to get close to me again, pressing her soft tits against my chest as she raised herself on her toes. She pressed a kiss against my mouth, warm and sweet.
And completely fake?
Why the hell didn’t I just take advantage of this situation?
I wanted the woman so badly that every muscle in my body ached for her.
I didn’t want to believe the way her tongue slid along the seam of my lips wasn’t real.
The times before had definitely been real; there was no denying that.
I couldn’t. It would drive me over the edge.
I shoved her away. “I didn’t believe you were such a good actress.”
That clearly hurt her, and I should have been glad, but the flash of pain in her eyes hurt me just as much. Maybe more, damn it.
“Nothing about today was an act,” she said. “Maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up so soon, but—”
“Oh, better to wait until I’ve had my fill of your body? Until I was sweating on top of you, perhaps still inside you?”
The slap was loud and totally unexpected. Stumbling back, she winced, rubbing her palm as she glared at me. “It’s not like that,” she said, her voice failing. She cleared her throat. “I just don’t understand why you won’t trust me.”
I tapped my stinging cheek and glared right back at her. “There are too many reasons why I shouldn’t trust you to list,” I said.
“Shouldn’t?” she asked.
I reached for her. “Yes, you impossible woman. But I do, or I wouldn’t have let you get involved at all. And then you pull a stunt like this and make me doubt everything.”
“Then why are you keeping me from information I might know something about?”
Her big blue eyes, her set, firm mouth, the way she tried to keep me from noticing her trembling hands while she stood up to me, combined with her refusal to understand, had me on the verge of erupting.
“I’m not keeping you from information, I’m keeping you from danger,” I said, stunned that it didn’t come out as a shout.
I gripped her arms and forced her back to me.
“Don’t you get it, Tati? Thinking about anything bad happening to you tears me up inside.
It makes me want to claw at the walls, scream at the sky, fight the goddamn ocean.
I cannot and will not be reckless with you. ”
She gasped at the force of my words, my tight hold on her arms. Yanking her close, my mouth slammed against hers.
Her hands flattened against my chest, but then her fingers curled in my shirt, tugging instead of pushing.
She was as wild as I was, as if my feelings were strong enough for both of us.
Or if the feelings she had been fighting were finally coming out.
My tongue tangled with hers as she wrapped her arms around my neck, her leg around my hip, trying to crawl up my body. I was as hard as a rock, desperate for her, but I peeled away, keeping her at arm’s length as I searched her face.
She blinked up at me, her eyes blank with lust, her lips parted. I wanted her more than I wanted to draw another breath, but…
“If you’re only doing this to try and get something from me, you should run to your room and lock the door,” I growled.
“Kon,” she breathed, throwing herself at me again without a second’s hesitation.
Good. This was more like it.
As worked up as I was, something had loosened in my chest. I picked her up and carried her to the nearest lounge chair, never breaking our wild kiss.
I needed her, and badly. But I needed to hear her screams of pleasure echo out across the ocean first. I had been cruel and couldn’t apologize because she had also hurt me.
Maybe unwittingly, or maybe she regretted trying to manipulate me. Maybe one day we could have conversations about things like that. Now all I had were my hands and my mouth to show her how important she was to me.
And her reaction when I tore her dress down the middle was anything but fake. Her chest heaved, and her gorgeous tits swelled against her lacy bra. Shoving the fabric of her ruined dress aside, I came to my senses enough to trace my fingers along the edge, then smoothed my palm down her belly.
She writhed and reached for me, but I shook my head. “Let me play,” I said. “You’ll like it, I promise.”
I slid my hand between her thighs, and she parted them more as I eased my fingers back and forth along the silky fabric of her panties. Her hips rose as I teased her swollen nub, then nudged my fingers underneath the elastic edge to dip into her slippery folds.
“So fucking wet,” I murmured. “God, I love your pussy, Tati.”
“Good,” she squeaked, tightening her legs around my hand to trap it there.
“I love that I’m the only man who’s touched you, who’s licked you, who’s fucked you,” I continued as I pushed my fingers inside her, watching her eyes grow unfocused as she looked down at what I was doing.
“Me too,” she said.
“No one else will ever have this body,” I told her, because it was true. “You’re mine.” When she only nodded, I pushed my fingers deeper, found her clit, and circled it until she writhed. “Say it.”
“Yes, I’m yours,” she gasped. My cock pulsed against my jeans, as if recognizing that she meant it.
Yanking the panties off and tossing them aside, I spread her legs and dragged her to the edge of the chair, dropping down to settle between her thighs. At the first stroke of my tongue against her clit, her hands were in my hair, her urgent moans as delicious as her juices.
When she was on the verge of crying out, I pulled away, laughing as she tore at my hair while trying to guide me back. And God, did I want to keep lapping her up, showing her exactly who she belonged to, and making her feel better than she ever did before.
Until the next time.
“I have to make you pay a little bit, don’t I?” I asked. “You were naughty today, making me think you wanted to spend time with me.”
Between her panting gasps, she focused, gripping my shoulders. “It started that way, but only because… oh, you know why. It’s not like that now. Can’t you tell?”
Oh, I could tell. No one could fake a response like that, shaking, gasping, so damn wet I was on the verge of drowning the next time I dove into her pussy. And I certainly didn’t want to think about her father, who’d shoot me if he saw what I was currently doing.
“I forgive you,” I said quickly, then laughed. “What do you do to me, Tati?”
“I’ll show you if you just—”
She stopped because I pushed my tongue against her clit, driving her to the orgasm she was begging for.
I could only rest my head against her stomach for a moment before she yanked on my arms and my hair, bucking for me to get up and keep going.
I wanted to feel her tight little hole clamp down around my cock while she was still pulsing, so I was happy to oblige her impatience.
But she shoved me onto my back with superhuman strength, or maybe because I let her, curious to see what that glint of mischief in her eyes was all about.
“I’ll show you who’s naughty,” she said, wrapping her lush lips around the tip of my cock.
I flopped back with a groan, reaching for all her soft hair. “Show me, little girl,” I urged.
Her giggle against my shaft had me counting backward from a hundred to hold on, the drag of her teeth as she pushed me deep inside her mouth had me growling like a caged animal.
She sucked hard on my cock, with as much joyful abandon as she did eating the ice cream cone earlier that day.
Her fingers tentatively found my balls, and at my sharp intake of breath, she grinned up at me, smug and self-assured.
It was an impossible choice. Come down her throat or in her perfect pussy? My mind went blank, my hands moved on their own, pulling her pretty little mouth away from my pulsing cock.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I said, flipping her onto her belly and lightly spanking each sexy ass cheek. “Get up on your hands and knees so I can make you come again.”
She shook with anticipation as she did as I commanded, looking back at me with eagerness and trust in her eyes that had me gripping her hips and thrusting my rock-hard shaft between her thighs.
Sliding back and forth in her slick folds, I couldn’t take another second of restraint.
Not when she was pushing against me and quietly begging for me to take her.
In another moment, I was deep inside, groaning with relief and more pent-up desire. I wasn’t me anymore, not completely. As much as she was mine, I was hers, existing only to make her scream.
Reaching around, I slid my palm between her legs as I rammed her from behind, each thrust both painful and exquisite as she pushed back to meet me.
When I teased her clit, I fell against her, flattening both of us to the thick cushions on the wide lounge chair.
It wobbled and shifted, but then I felt her orgasm sucking on my cock harder than her mouth, and I roared and drained myself dry inside her.
Her shouts matched mine, loud, intense, and scaring off the sleeping birds with a mass flutter of wings. Her laughter was mingled with her moans, and when I was spent, I kissed her shoulder, getting a mouthful of her hair.
We both lay like that, too weak to do much more than groan or sigh. My heart thumped against her back, and I finally rose up on my knees, disgruntled at the lack of space for both of us to lay together.
Still panting, I carried her to my room and dropped her on the bed. “This is where you sleep now,” I said.
She nodded and reached for me. Nestled in my arms, after a long moment, she raised herself on her elbow to look into my eyes. I was more than ready for round two and reached for the back of her head to drag her mouth to mine for a kiss.
She stopped me, searching my face with questioning eyes. “You made me tell you things,” she started, blushing. “Now it’s your turn. Tell me I can get back to helping find my father.”
Before the candle flame of anger that ignited could turn into a full-blown inferno, she put her hand on my chest. “I’ll stay in your bed even if you say no,” she continued.
“But I’d like for you to at least be able to say you trust me.
If you can’t… then that would be the thing that makes me leave. ”
With a sigh, I closed my eyes, but kept my hand locked around hers. I didn’t want Tati to leave, so that we’d be back to being silent enemies, but did I trust her? All I knew for certain was that I wanted to.
Rolling to my side, I pulled her close, our noses an inch apart. I didn’t have the answer she wanted, not yet. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t give her something.
“We can talk about how you can help tomorrow,” I said. “Right now…”
Our mouths met at the same time, distracting each other from the things neither of us wanted to think too much about.