“I love how responsive you are to me, krasótka.” I’m fighting every urge I have to cup her hot mound and give her the friction she needs to fall apart in my hand. I know there are camera’s all around the grounds of this place. Even here, near the parking lot.
Her thighs tense around my knee, the tiny tremors betraying her. She looks around, blinking, like she suddenly remembers where we are. Nurses and visitors pass in the distance. A guard smokes near the entrance. Anyone could look over and seeexactly how close I am to losing control with her in the goddamn gardens of a Bratva healthcare facility.
“Dariy…” she whispers, warning in her tone, plea in her body.
I smile against her throat. “I like the way you say my name. Like you want me to behave, but you’re praying I won’t.”
Her pulse jumps beneath my lips. She tries to inhale but her breath catches instead. “Someone could see.”
“Let them.” My voice drops into a growl meant only for her veins. “Let them see who you belong to now.”
She shivers, a gorgeous, helpless little surrender. I feel her fingers dig into the back of my jacket, pretending to hold me back but really anchoring herself so she doesn’t melt into the path beneath us.
“You’re already half-wrecked just because I said I was going to breed you,” I murmur, dragging my mouth back to the corner of her lips. “Imagine what you’ll look like when you’re actually carrying my child.”
Her knees threaten to give out. My hands tighten on her hips, keeping her pinned upright and pinned to me.
“You’d walk around glowing… heavy… knowing I put every bit of that inside you,” I continue, letting the filth coat my tone like honey over a knife. “Every man who looks at you would see it. They’d know I claimed you so thoroughly your body changed to prove it.”
A soft, strangled sound leaves her, the kind of broken exhale that ruins rational thought.
I kiss the corner of her mouth, but only barely. A tease. A promise. A command.
“Say it,” I whisper. “Tell me what part of that gets you trembling like this.”
She swallows, eyes dark and wide with hunger and need tangled tight. “All of it,” she breathes. “Every part.”
Christ. I almost come in my pants.
I press my forehead to hers, jaw tight, breath thick. “You’re going to make me lose it right here.”
Her lips curve, the beginning of a smile she tries to hide. “Maybe I love knowing I can make you feel that way. Maybe I’d let you if it wasn’t a waste of your cum.”
A low sound cracks from my chest, half laugh, half threat. I slide my hand up her spine, fingers threading into her hair just enough to control the angle of her face.
“You want me to snap?” I ask softly. “To drag you into the back of the car and make you mine in a way there’s no coming back from?”
Her nod is tiny… but it’s there.
My teeth graze her lower lip, the gentlest scrape, but she gasps like I pulled time itself tight around us.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” I murmur into her mouth.
“So are you,” she whispers back.
I take her chin, tilting her eyes up to mine so she sees exactly what she’s doing to me.
“No,” I tell her. “I was never playing.”
I step back finally, only enough to appear decent, but my voice stays right against her skin when I promise:
“Get in the car, krasótka… I’m going to finish every wicked thought we just started.”
Her blush is instant. And breathtaking.
Callie
He opens the back door for me then follows me in.
