Chapter Twenty-Three #2
She rubbed her forehead. “I’m tired.”
“I know.”
“It’s been… a day.” Her laugh was thin. “I’m going to go to bed early, tomorrow will be a long day.”
“Sleep.”
Sarah stood, hesitated for a moment, and then said, “Goodnight, Dmitri.”
“Goodnight, Sarah.”
She left the kitchen, her footsteps quiet, and for a moment I was alone again in my cold, expensive house—except it didn’t feel quite as cold now. I poured myself a drink.
The first swallow burned, familiar and sharp. It didn’t fix anything. It never did. But it gave my hands something to do.
I had built my life on control. On power. On making other men afraid to touch what was mine. And yet somehow, without meaning to, I had let a woman and a child step into the center of it—and now the thought of failing them tightened my chest more than any threat of prison ever could.
I took another drink and wondered, not for the first time, when exactly my choices had stopped being mine.
***
I’d never been a man who liked to share his personal space with women. When I slept with someone, I usually did it at her place or a neutral location. A hotel. A car. Even in the bathroom of a nightclub once or twice.
When I was in my own bed, I enjoyed the peace that came with knowing it was my space alone.
The sheets smelled like my body wash and the pillows were indented with the shape of my head.
Most importantly, I could fully relax, knowing there was no one else around.
That was something I needed after growing up in such a volatile environment.
But tonight, I longed for something I’d never desired before.
I wanted Sarah warming my bed. I wanted to breathe in her scent. My fingers itched with the urge to trace her soft skin and sink into the wet heat between her legs.
I’d been hard as a rock in the office at Alina’s today, watching her fall apart as she ground herself against my dick.
Her passion was intoxicating, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it as I lay in bed.
I’d have taken her after dinner so we could continue what we started, but she just looked so broken after everything that happened, that I didn’t want to pressure her.
Rolling onto my back, I shoved my boxers down and gripped my aching erection. The moonlight shining in through the window illuminated the room just enough to remind me that I was as alone as always, so I closed my eyes and pretended that wasn’t the case.
In my mind, I saw Sarah as she looked today in the office, her lips parted as she let out breathy moans, strands of her brown hair coming loose from her ponytail to frame her face. Her eyes were liquid pools of desire.
My hand worked up and down my shaft as I thought about what could have happened next if we weren’t interrupted. I was planning to rip off those tight leggings and take here right there on the desk. Letting the fantasy play out in my mind, I pumped my cock faster.
The pleasure built slowly, my own hand nowhere near as potent as the effect of having my woman with me. But my imagination ran wild, and I panted as moisture leaked form the tip of my cock. My body hummed, and I could feel my orgasm coming. I thought of Sarah’s quivering body and moaned.
As soon as the sound left me, I heard footsteps right outside of my door. I smiled as I lifted my head and looked in that direction, seeing a shadow under the closed door. It had to be Sarah. There was no way I’d hear Alexis’s footsteps with how small she was.
Knowing that she was right on the other side of the door spurred me on, and I jerked myself faster.
“Sarah…” I moaned her name this time, and I thought I heard a gasp coming from the other side of the door. I bit my bottom lip, my balls growing tight. It was such a turn-on to know she was right there, listening to me pleasure myself to the thought of her.
Then she surprised the hell out of me by turning the doorknob.
My hand stopped moving on my cock, and I watched the door open with agonizing slowness.
She came into view, looking like an angel in a white tank top and pink cotton sleep shorts that barely covered her ass.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples poked through her shirt, making my mouth go dry.
Her hair was down around her shoulders in loose waves, and she looked equally nervous and aroused.
I started pumping my cock again, and her eyes locked onto the movement.
Her tongue darted out and licked her lower lip, the sight almost making me come right then.
But now that she was here, there was no way I was releasing anywhere other than inside her.
“Come to me,” I commanded, my strokes slowing. I wasn’t chasing pleasure anymore. I just wanted to keep her eyes on me. It was a heady feeling.
Sarah came into the room, approaching the bed with tentative steps.
“I shouldn’t be in here…” she said, even as she came to stand beside me.
“It’s too late for doubt.” I reached for her, grabbing her arm and pulling her onto the bed. She was sprawled across my naked body for a moment before I flipped her over and took her mouth in a heated kiss.
Sarah’s hands skimmed over my back boldly. Her legs parted, wrapping around hips, and I licked my way into her mouth.
I shoved up her shirt, teasing her nipples with my fingers. Her breasts were a perfect fit in my hands, and I loved how reactive she was to my touch, arching her back and tightening her legs around me.
“I’m going to finish what I started earlier today,” I said, moving my lips to her jaw and down her neck. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll feel me for days.”
“Oh my God,” she whimpered. “Dmitri… I need you. I’ve needed you for so long.”
Her words cranked up my need for her to an animalistic level, and I ripped off her shorts. She was naked before me, the faint moonlight making her skin almost seem to glow. She was just as gorgeous as I remembered.
Grabbing a condom from my nightstand, I ripped it open with my teeth and rolled it on as she watched me, her legs spread and wet pussy glistening. Taking a hold of her legs, I pushed them up and apart so that she was completely open to me.
“You’re going to let me take care of you, aren’t you?” I said, guiding my rock-hard cock to her entrance. She was slick with need as I slipped my cock between her folds.
I slowed then, pressing my forehead to hers, my breathing rough but controlled.
For a moment the world narrowed to the space between us—the quiet, the warmth, the way her hands rested against my skin like they belonged there.
I traced my thumb along her cheek, feeling her lean into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed as if she trusted me with more than just her body.
“Look at me,” I murmured.
Her lashes lifted, and the emotion there hit me harder than any physical need. Want, yes—but also something deeper. Something that made my chest ache.
I kissed her again, slower this time, pouring everything unspoken into it. The worry, the tension, the things neither of us were ready to name. She sighed into my mouth, her fingers curling at my shoulders as if anchoring herself.
“I’ve got you,” I said quietly, the words leaving me before I could second-guess them. And I meant them—not just for tonight, not just for this bed.
Her answer was a soft nod, a whispered breath against my lips, and the way her body opened to me like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Instead of answering, she reached around to grab my ass, pulling me closer as I sank into her inch by inch.
“Oh fuck,” I growled through gritted teeth.
“Dmitri…” My name was like a prayer on her lips. “I forgot how big you are.”
I smirked as I buried myself to the hilt. “You take me so well, baby. This hot pussy is stretching perfectly.”
She tossed her head back as I started to ride her hard and fast. Pleasure skated down my spine, and I slammed into her over and over. She was moaning, and I placed a hand over her mouth, leaning in close to hiss in her ear.
“Quiet now, baby. We don’t want to wake Alexis up.”
She nodded, and I removed her hand. She tried to keep quiet after that, and it made everything even hotter. Her body shook and her face twisted in pleasure. I reached between us and found her clit, rubbing my thumb over the sensitive nub as my own climax crested.
“Come for me, baby,” I said in a low voice. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock as you find your pleasure.”
As if my words pushed her over that edge, she exploded, her orgasm hitting her just as I reached my own peak. We came together, panting and moaning. She clung to me, looking up into my eyes in a way that felt more intimate than any other sexual experience I’d ever had.
When it was over, I left the bed only long enough to throw away the condom in the bathroom. Returning to the bed, I found her lying in the bed, looking up at the dark ceiling with a faint smile on her face.
She was boneless, and pride filled my chest. Getting into the bed with her, I pulled her close.
Her head rested on my chest and her legs tangled with mine.
Pulling the blanket over us, I let my body relax.
This was what I wanted. Even more than sex, I wanted this woman in my bed, because having her close calmed something inside me.
Her warm breath fanned over my chest with every exhale, and I could feel her heart beating against me. She was relaxed, but I knew she was still awake since her thin fingers were tracing the ridges of my abs.
I pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“Did you decide what to say tomorrow?” I asked.
There was a long moment of silence, and she stayed tense.
“It’s okay.”
She suddenly propped herself up, looking at me with tortured eyes. “No, it’s not. It’s not okay. Nothing is okay. If I lie you could go to jail. I could go to jail. But if I tell the truth… What if they hurt Alexis?”
“I promise you. Whatever happens, no one is going to harm Alexis. I want you to know, no matter what you say, you’ll be protected.”
She jolted, her eyebrows drawing together. “No matter what?”
“I promise. Even if I go to prison, I’ll make sure my men keep you safe.”
The air between us was charged, and it felt like something significant was swelling inside me, an emotion I’d never felt before. Sarah leaned forward and kissed me. It was soft and brief, but it felt like it meant something.
We didn’t say anything else. I’d already made it clear that she was going to be safe, no matter what, and now, she had to make the decision that worked for her.
As much as I wanted to be a selfish bastard, I refused to pressure her to choose to be honest on the stand.
She needed to make the decision herself, and whatever came of that, I’d deal with it.
For tonight, I just wanted to hold her and pretend that tomorrow wasn’t going to come.