The sex is frantic and messy. A tangle of clothes and limbs and finding a position that works in the tight space of the backseat. By the time I’m sliding onto his cock, my jeans pushed down to my calves and my panties moved to the side, he already has his hand up my top and under my bra.
“You’re my undoing, Callie,” he says when I’m fully seated on him. I lean forward a little between the front seats to try and ease the fullness of taking him in this position. I’d read in magazines that reversed positions heightened the sensations, but I never thought I could feel fuller than what I did last night.
He has one hand on my lower back, guiding me up and down his shaft, the other massaging my breast, his rough fingers flicking my nipple.
“Tell me when you knew,” I pant as I try to keep up with the punishing pace we both need, my thighs burning with the effort.
He grunts when I clench, then says, “The second I turned and saw you in that room. But the moment I knew I needed to fuck you was when the silencer was pressed against your thigh, and I could smell your arousal…” he lets out a breathy gasp as I clench again at his words. “I know you it turned you on, and that’s when I knew there was a darkness in you too, it was just buried deeper.”
Both his hands come to my hips, try to slow me down, but I can’t stop. I’m so close to coming apart that I’m blinded by the need to chase it down and let it rip me apart.
“That’s when I knew the only way to save you was to breed your warm cunt until you are round and heavy with my bloodline.”
I reach between my legs and cup his balls and he groans deep, the sound tailing off into a moan.
“When we get back I’m going to fuck you with that gun, krasótka, make you cream all over it, and then I’ll fill you with my cum again—” his words peel off on a desperate, fractured gasp, but I’m already there, the orgasm hitting me with the force of a reckoning.
His cock jolts hard inside me, flooding me with his cum. The sound that comes from him isn’t big or loud, but a raw, shattered gasp, like I’m the only thing holding him together as he falls apart.
When his hands still and loosen on my hips, I gently grind circles against him, stretching out the sensation of having him inside me for as long as possible.
“I think security know what we just did,” I say, sliding from him carefully. The sting of the loss makes me wince, but I ignore it and pull up my jeans quickly while he puts his thick cock back in his trousers. “We really should work on our self-control,” I add.
I climb into the front, and Dariy gets out of the back and into the driver’s seat looking smug, but I see the money he hands to security on the way out through the gates.
“The footage will be gone by lunch,” is all he says on the matter.
Footage.
Fuck.
I didn’t even consider there could be cameras.
Dariy looks at me and laughs. “Don’t worry about it, krasótka. I’m sure they’ve seen worse.”
I cover my face and groan.
“Now we’re more clear-minded,” he adds with a wink, “we should discuss terms.”
“Terms for what?” I ask, my head back and eyes closed as I enjoy the post orgasm haze.
“For our marriage.”
Hearing him say it makes my heart skip a beat. It feels big, but right. “Whatever you need me to sign, I will,” I say. “But I have no terms. Other than I am not going to be caged by you or anyone. Do you want a pre-nup or something?”
I open my eyes and find him frowning. “No,” he says, “What’s mine is yours, krasótka. But I don’t want you worrying that the care for your grandmother will end, because it won’t.”
“I trust you,” I say. “I don’t need that on paper.” Because the truth is, I know exactly what I’m agreeing to. I know who he is and what he’s capable of. And I still choose him. Not despite the danger, but because somewhere deep in my bones, I trust him with it. I trust him with me, my heart, my future...
“You’re foolish, and thinking with post-sex-brain,” he argues.
“Fine, do what you want and tell me where to sign. Where shall we get married?” I ask. “It’s not like we lack options in Las Vegas, but I don’t know if it has to be a particular kind of wedding for you?”
“Don’t you want a big wedding?” he retorts.
I think about it for a moment. I have no family, only my grandma, and I’m not sure she would be allowed out of the carefacility for some time while she settles in. I don’t know much about Dariy’s family, but thinking back to when his brother got married, that was only a small affair.
“No, but I’d like my grandma involved somehow, maybe if I even just visit her that day in my dress. Which reminds me,” I add, “You need to talk to my boss and make sure I still have a job, otherwise I’ll have no income at all.”
