Chapter 15 #2
The more he pushes, the more I do my best to relax, letting him ease down my throat a little further with every thrust. Before long, my lips are touching his body and his moans are getting rougher, guttural.
“I want to fuck you so badly,” he growls. “Sucking my dick like this… you’re making me want that sweet pussy.”
His want for me is so hot. He’s trying to control his thrusts, but it just isn’t working. He’s fucking my mouth harder and harder…
I finally have to stop to keep from gagging completely. He has my head in both his hands as he leans down and kisses me again, sucking my lips and tongue, tasting himself on my breath.
“Take off those fucking panties,” he commands. I obey him, shimmying out of my panties. He takes me by the waist, grimacing from the pain in his shoulder, and lifts me up until I’m straddling him again.
He holds me while I slide down on him. The moment he’s inside me, the tip of his cock rubs against a sweet spot deep inside me.
I let out an involuntary moan. It sounds gaspy and desperate.
He grips my ass as he thrusts hard into me, grunting with every slap of his hips against mine.
I can’t speak, I can barely breathe. Nothing comes out but little squeaks as the pain/pleasure mix pumps into my body.
He pauses long enough to grab my nightshirt and pull it apart violently. The buttons go flying to every part of the room. He starts rotating his hips, swirling his dick in and out of my soaking wet pussy as his tongue finds my nipples. He grips them both, pushing them together as he flicks them…
Then he starts sucking one, alternating by taking my nipple between his teeth and applying pressure. This new pain twists within me and I whimper, “Alexei… don’t… don’t…”
He moans against my skin and the vibration soothes the sore point of my nipples. He starts flicking with his tongue again, and a fresh wave of pleasure erupts within my from my newly sensitive nipples.
Fuck… I’d meant to take control of this. I’d meant to make him submit to me… but I’m soft and malleable in his hands. He’s holding my ass cheeks, spreading them as he lifts me up again and thrusts hard into me.
“Your ass is perfect,” he whispers. “I want to fuck it so bad. I want to make every part of you mine.”
And when he slows down, he wraps me up in his arms, turning me over and laying me down on the couch.
My thighs shake against him, betraying me.
I’m so fucking close right now. He holds himself up as he looks down at my body, watching my thighs shake every time he pulls out and pushes himself back inside me.
I grab his forearms and he smiles. “Grip it for me,” he says.
I bear down, squeezing my walls around his dick, watching his face change, eyes rolling up as he starts to thrust harder.
The warm, sweet feeling of my orgasm fills me and the next thing I know, I’m coming. It hits me hard, arching my back and making me holler with passion. He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow down. I try biting my lip to hold it back, but it’s no use. I’m exploding from the inside out.
“You’re so beautiful when you come for me,” he says breathlessly. I can see the flush in his skin, the sound of rising passion in his voice… He winces and with one final thrust, he moans as his warm seed fills me.
Shivering, shaking, and nearly spent, he leans down and kisses me. Still inside me, I feel him, half hard, sliding in and out slowly. “Still so tight,” he moans. “Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock.”
Before long, he starts again. I hold onto him, digging my nails into his back for whatever it’s worth. I could be here in his arms forever. Fuck everything else that got us here. This is where I want to be.
I’m not sure what time it is. The sun’s long set and Alexei and I are lying in bed together with me nuzzled up against his chest. My fingers trace the lines of his old scars in the darkness.
He’s not asleep. He runs his hands up and down my arm, his breath rising and falling in the calm of our lovemaking. In a low, soft voice, he says, “I was shot this morning.”
The memory of asking about it comes back to me. I feel a little honored that he’s decided to tell me about it. “Did you kill the person who did it?”
I feel the movement in the pillows as he shakes his head. “No. I didn’t see them.”
I bite my bottom lip thoughtfully as I continue to trace the line of the scar on his ribcage with the tip of my finger. “Does this happen to you a lot?”
“It happens enough. As I understand it, people have lived their entire lives without ever being shot at all.” I smile against his chest as it ripples from his soft laughter.
“It’s part of the life, as I’m sure you know well enough.
” He sighs. “Sometimes, it’s the worst part.
Sometimes, it spills out and hurts other people. ”
He goes silent, and I start to think about the box under the bed. The woman he loved enough to keep memoirs of her hidden away. Then I think about my mother… her drowning… and how everyone has always tried to tell me that it was just an accident.
“Before you,” he says, “I was engaged. She was the one person I thought I could let myself love. I was raised with this idea that you never really ‘love’ anyone. Not your father, not your mother. No one. There is no room for it in the brotherhood.”
I lift my head to look at him. “You don’t love your father and brother?”
“I respect them,” he says. “My father taught me to endure for the sake of the family. He taught me how to fight through wounds and blisters and broken bones. He showed me strength of the flesh and the mind. That was his way of showing me love. I have done the same for my brother. It’s… it’s our way.”
I don’t even know how to process that, so I stay silent, letting him tell the rest.
“Kira,” he continues, “I thought that she was the one person I could fill with things like love, hope, tenderness… I was wrong. I should have known that there is no room for that in the Bratva.”
I don’t really want to ask, but…
“What happened to her?”
He doesn’t answer me for a few seconds. Then, he just says, “About a week after I asked for her hand in marriage, she was taken from me. An assassin was looking for me and his bullet found her instead. I’ve since heard of similar stories within my family, the brotherhood.
Love being ruined by some part of this life that bleeds over into it. ”
He stops as if contemplating the statement. My heart suddenly feels heavy in my chest. “The truth, Isabella,” he says, “is that the only thing that’s guaranteed for us is pain. There’s no room for anything else, no matter what anyone might tell you. I’m not supposed to fall in love.”
That’s got to be the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.
I press myself against him a little more and he accepts me, squeezing my shoulder.
Softly, like he’s afraid someone will hear him, he says, “This is the first time I’ve talked about what happened since she died.
I guess… I guess you are the first to crack my defenses. ”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“I don’t know,” he confesses. “I don’t know if any of this is good or bad. It just is.”
I kiss his chest softly. Moving up to his lips. I don’t know what will happen in the morning or in the days to come. All I know is that for this moment, Alexei and I are all we have.
The last month has been good. Even I have to admit. Alexei has been giving me a little more freedom and I’ve started to rethink this entire move to escape.
I don’t know, still, if this is what I want, but I do know that I like being with Alexei. Even in the quiet moments when we’re just having dinner together or sitting and watching television late at night.
He’s an interesting person. He doesn’t talk a lot about what happened to him, even though I dress and clean his wound every morning. I don’t even know if the guy who shot him has been caught. What I do know is that he doesn’t bring it home. When he’s home, we focus on each other’s company.
And… weirdly enough, I’m starting to see what Anya was talking about. Alexei is smart, kind, and gentle when he wants to be. I think he’s starting to melt the chill I had for him.
Early this morning, I roll over and the bed is empty. Dammit. Not again.
I sit up and stretch. The first vestiges of daylight peek in through the blinds. I get up to go to the bathroom. As I pass the bedroom door, I hear voices in the living room.
“Are you sure?” Alexei asks.
“We are. Pecora has a bounty on your head.”
Pecora? My… my father? What?
“It doesn’t make sense,” Alexei is saying. I move to the crack in the door, hoping to see something. Down the hallway, I spot Alex’s father pacing the floor.
“It doesn’t have to make sense,” he’s saying. “That snake has taken it upon himself to destroy his contract with me. This attack on you cannot go unanswered.”
I don’t need to hear any more. I rush to my dresser to get some clothes and get dressed. I need to get out of here and get to Dad before Alexei’s dad and his goons do.
Once I’m dressed, I slip out of the bedroom. The study is in the hall opposite me, so I’ll have to go through the living room. I wait as they continue their conversation, moving to the far end near the balcony, then I move quickly and quietly through.
Yesterday, I found a door in the study that led out to the hallway. It’s hidden in the corner and if I hadn’t been snooping around in here, I might never have found it. This time, I find it quickly. I press against the wall and it clicks open.
Out into the hallway, I rush to the elevator. Sorry for bailing on you, Alexei, but as you’ve been trying to tell me all this time, family comes first.