He lets out a low groan as he licks me harder and harder. A heat builds its way through me. Alek is making sure I know that I am a woman who can take this.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growls before licking my nub again. My hips buck up. His dark laugh sends shivers over me. “Does this feel good?” He takes his time, running his lips and tongue all over me.
“Yes,” I admit, staring at the ceiling, as if that will somehow take away my guilt of what’s happening between us.
“Good.” He brings his tongue lower… to my entrance. He sticks the tip of his tongue into me before bringing it back to my clit. “Soon, my cock will be inside of you.”
“How soon?” A spike of fear hits me. I’m not sure I’m ready for that just yet.
“Whenever you’re begging me for it. But I know you will. In time. You are mine now, Katya. There’s no going back. There’s no denying it. Just give in. I want you to come for me. Come on my mouth. Be a good girl and make me happy.”
Alek licks me harder with an intense vigor. He’s going to ring an orgasm out of me even if it kills him.
I let my legs relax and ease into this moment. It feels too good to just pretend it’s not happening. And if I’m being honest with myself, I want this to happen. I want to feel desire. I want to feel like a woman.
And Alek is helping me achieve that.
My hips roll around as he licks me faster and faster. Soft moans escape my mouth. It’s natural. Instinctive.
I can’t take much more.
“Alek,” I cry out. “It’s too much.”
“It’s not too much. You will take this. You can do it. Come for me, Katya. I know you can.” He spreads my legs wider and consumes my entire core with his mouth. He knows every pleasure spot. Knows how to use the exact pressure. It’s just what I need to help ease any of the panic coursing through me from what Rocko did to me.
It’s not a room I need to feel safe. It’s Alek.
And that’s a terrifying thought.
But that’s what makes my second orgasm of the night run right over me.
I let myself moan and slump against the mattress as I tremble. Alek continues to keep his mouth on me for the entire time until I finally calm down.
He stands up and stares down at me with a darkness that makes another flare of arousal hit me. “You are beautiful. Sexy.”
Self-consciously, I shut my legs and push my dress down. “I’m tired.”
“I’m sure you are. I’m going to change you.” He goes over to my suitcase and pulls out a silky nightgown. Without a word, he pulls me to my feet and unzips my evening gown and pushes it off me, revealing my entirely naked body to him. Goosebumps break out on my skin. Alek doesn’t comment on my body as he slips the nightgown over my head. It ends around my thighs. I can feel my naked self underneath the dress. My bare thighs pressing together. They’re still a little wet from my arousal and that only sends another flare of arousal through me.
Alek cups my face. “You are sexy. Know that.”
“Why are you helping me? You should be trying to hurt me. You hate my brother.”
“Just because I hate your brother, doesn’t mean I hate you. I’m fascinated by you. And I know that the longer I keep you, the more it’s going to drive your brother insane.”
“I don’t know how to process this. You’re making me feel more alive than I ever have before and yet, you’re at a war with my brother. It doesn’t make sense.”
“It doesn’t have to make sense. Just let go, Katya. Just feel. I want you to choose to be mine. There will be nothing sweeter than the moment you do.”
That’s what I’m afraid of: that it won’t take me long to choose to be Alek’s.
I’m woken up in the morning to Alek getting out of bed. I slept beside him the entire night without any issues. I was so tired from the day before that I went out like a light. Now, in the morning, it feels strangely… domestic waking up beside him. Like we’re a real married couple.
And I guess, legally speaking, we are.
He goes into the ensuite bathroom and comes out with a razor, shaving cream, a towel and a bowl of water. “I said I wanted to shave you last night. Make you bare for me. It will make the pleasure I give you more intense.”
I shiver and can’t stop the flare of arousal that hits me.
