Katarina
Idon’t know if I’d count this as the best day of my life, but ending Grigor’s tyranny and setting my sestra free is going to be up there with the day I jumped off a cliff and had the most bone-jarring, earth-shattering, stomach-plummeting orgasm of my life while holding onto the man I’d been grieving for months.
The day I married Rick Freeman beats them all. Obviously.
If there’s a shadow over it all, it’s the one I see on Killian’s face as he watches Sasha leave the chamber. He’s worried about what she’ll find in the Bratva’s web of deceit and the flies it trapped. I’m worried for him, which is why distraction is the key.
I have my husband’s full attention as I peel off my leather jacket and bulletproof vest. I have no intention of removing my holstered gun. I’ll never feel safe in this house, but I do feel protected by the man who pulls off his vest too.
Killian hooks a finger into the waistband of my black leather pants and pulls me closer. His worry-lines soften into a mischievous smirk, but before I can ask what he has planned, he leans in and kisses me. His tongue swipes over my lips. Once, twice, until I open up and let him devour me.
Grigor’s complaints from the corner have reduced to snuffled gasps of pain. He’s watching us, but let him. It’s not like he can get a hard-on.
In contrast, my thighs clench with need as Killian rakes his hands through my hair.
I like my shorter hairstyle. I know Killian enjoyed roping my long ponytail around his fist, but I feel reborn, and my husband is nothing if not adaptable.
He winds my shortened strands around his fingers, pulling my hair taut as he pulls our lips apart.
“I’m not going to fuck you here, Kitty.”
I pant for breath. “No?”
He shakes his head slowly, taunting me. “I’m going to fuck you over there,” he replies, pointing with his eyes to the raised dais.
When he tugs my waistband again, I follow him obediently to what had been my uncle’s throne. I like this idea, but before I can sit down, he peels down my leather pants to gather at my ankles. My thong is next.
“Sit,” he demands.
I sit.
Killian glances over his shoulder. “This is how you treat a woman,” he says, watching Grigor’s face contort in fury as he kneels before me. “On your knees so you can worship her.”
My old camp commander deserves no more of our attention and Killian settles back on his heels. He takes off my shoes, setting them carefully to one side before removing my pants and black silk thong. Once my lower half is naked, he slips my stilettos back on my feet.
Killian pulls me to the edge of my uncle’s throne and spreads my legs. “Perfect,” he whispers, his gaze trailing up from my center, across my stomach, my sweater, my neck, finally settling on my mouth.
He scowls when he catches me biting down on my lower lip, holding back what I can’t say in front of Grigor. I’m far from perfect, and that bastard in the corner would consider it a minor victory to ease his passing if he knew.
Killian finds another way to push back on our silent argument as he peppers kisses along the zigzag scar across my stomach.
A large splinter from the boat had speared me in the explosion and cut through my abdomen.
Simon had stopped me from bleeding out long enough for the surgeons to piece me back together, but there was one piece that couldn’t be repaired. I’d needed an emergency hysterectomy.
It’s not like I ever imagined having children, and the life Killian and I have planned could never accommodate a family. But still… It wasn’t our decision. It wasn’t Killian’s. He’d once said he didn’t want them. But he’d also said we’d make beautiful babies. And now we can’t.
“Katarina,” he whispers when my eyes turn glassy. “You’re everything I ever wanted and more. You complete me, and I complete you. We make each other whole.” His kisses move lower. “And speaking of holes.”
My laughter rumbles up through my chest, loosening the band of anxiety that was making it hard to breathe. “You do know how to ruin the moment, Shorty.”
He flattens his tongue and runs it along my center, applying just the right amount of pressure to make me gasp, then gasp some more as his mouth seals around my clit and he sucks hard enough to make me groan with pleasure.
“Oh, I intend to ruin you thoroughly,” he promises, raising his voice so Grigor can hear this part of our conversation. “Just like you’re ruining your uncle’s throne with all your juices. What a pretty mess you’re making, Kitty.”
My insides twist and coil as Killian teases me some more with his tongue.
I rock my hips against his face, riding the ripples of pleasure radiating outwards from my center.
The throbbing intensifies as he runs figures of eight around my clit before running the hard tip of his tongue down to my entrance.
He uses it to enter me roughly and my pussy walls contract.
I want more. I need more, but when his hand slides along my inner thigh, I knock him away.
“Show me what a real man’s cock looks like, Killian McConkey,” I demand, snagging his hair and pulling his glistening face away from my swollen clit.
“Sit on my throne and let me ride you until I’m screaming your name.
Let’s shake the foundations of this fucking house and let the world know the Barkov empire is crumbling. ”
Killian’s grin stretches from ear to ear, his mouth only the tiniest bit lopsided.
I doubt anyone else would notice, but I notice everything about my husband as he stands.
I stay where I am and unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants.
His hard cock springs free and I manage to circle the glistening crown with my tongue just once before Killian pulls me to my feet.
“We can’t leave your sweet pussy wanting,” he says.
My husband holds my hips as we switch places and when he sits on the seat of power that was no match for our combined strength and love, he leans to the side to catch Grigor’s eye.
“You couldn’t break this woman because storms can’t be broken,” he says as I straddle him. He’s grinning up at me when he adds, “All you can do is hold on for dear life and let her lift you to heights you could never reach on your own.”
I slide the head of his cock along my center until he’s seated at my entrance. “Are you ready for your next flight, husband?”
His beautiful brown eyes wrinkle with the smile tugging the corners of his mouth as his hands reach around my hips and ass. He pulls my thighs apart and stretches me as I sink lower onto him. Down and down I go, my pussy taking every inch of his beautiful cock until he’s fully seated inside me.
I hold onto the wooden finials at the back of my uncle’s throne and as I tip back my head, Killian ghosts kisses over my throat.
Our hips roll over each other, our bodies rock and the heat pooling in my belly fills the void left by my injury.
There isn’t a piece of me missing when we’re connected like this.
“See how we complete each other?” he whispers, reading my mind because my thoughts are that loud.
I rise up on my knees until the tip of his cock rests at my entrance before impaling myself on him again. I savor the feel of his velvety shaft sliding into me and the jarring sensation of my clit slamming against the base of his cock.
“Scary, isn’t it?” I confess, still not quite believing I could find someone who fits my jagged edges so perfectly. I’m not supposed to be this lucky.
“Fucking terrifying,” he agrees, guiding my hips upwards so I can slam down onto him again, harder this time as he thrusts upwards. “But sweet Jesus, for a dead man, I’ve never felt so alive.”
My pussy walls squeeze around him possessively and I ride him with growing urgency. I’m briefly aware that Grigor is in the perfect position to see my ass bouncing up and down on Killian’s cock, and that just adds to the pleasure surging through my body.
I grunt with the effort of the next downward thrust, and I’m rewarded with tingles of electricity spider-webbing outwards from my core. “I’m close,” I pant. “So close…”
“Do your worst,” Killian says, nipping at the rise of my breasts through my sweater. “Release your power and see where it takes us, Kitty.”
I can feel it, building and building inside me as our bodies clash. Again and again and… “Killian!” I scream. “My god, Killian!”
A fury of crystalline pleasure thunders through my body, pulsating outwards and making my toes curl inside my shoes.
My fingers tingle as I dig my nails into wood and I gasp with each undulation as Killian’s thrusts become more desperate.
He tips back his head and we lock eyes as he issues his own roar.
With his final thrusts, he spills his seed into me, and maybe that seed can’t be planted, but I’m not barren.
I’m the one who’s coming alive, nurtured by this man’s love.
“I love you,” Killian says, mouthing his words because this is our moment. Just the two of us.
“I love you,” I mouth back. I blink away tears. “I love you so much.”
We hold our gaze and stay joined for the longest time, gyrating our hips as wetness trickles down my inner thighs.
A throaty chuckle rumbles up through Killian’s chest. “We’re going to leave McConkey cum all over the Barkov throne,” he says. “Vasili would turn in his grave if he wasn’t burning in hell.”
Reluctantly, I straighten up, preparing to unseat myself from the only throne I want to sit on, the one made of flesh and blood. “Speaking of hell, we have another victim to send Satan’s way.”
Sasha and I had seen firsthand how Grigor kept his victims alive so he could torture information out of them, or sometimes just for fun.
Cutting off fingernails, then fingers. Cutting off ears and gouging out eyes so the victim’s senses were reduced to the sensation of their skin being peeled from their bodies.
Grigor’s breaths are labored. He knows his end is close, but not close enough for him to avoid paying the toll for his sins.
I’m fastening my pants when Sasha returns to the chamber. This is where she’s supposed to make some comment about us looking thoroughly fucked, but her expression is troubled as she looks to Killian. There goes my happy ending.
We join her by the door, on the opposite side of the room from Grigor so he can’t take in what’s happening.
“What have you found out?” Killian asks quietly.
Sasha’s features are grim when she says, “It wasn’t Malachy who betrayed you.”