“Trakhni, dorogaya…fuck, sweetheart,” he whispers, “you are so beautiful when you come like that. I’m going to fuck you. I can still feel you coming against my fingers, all those little tremors inside you…”
“Shut- shut up,” I wheeze, “just the dirty talk is going to kill me.”
There’s going to be bruises all over my hips tomorrow from how he’s been hauling me around and his hands are on me again, pulling my ass higher and his cock is sliding through the mess he’s made of me.
He slides his belt around my hips and holds the ends like reins. “I have waited all day to have you like this,” he chuckles, his warm breath on my neck making me shiver. He drags his thick cock between my thighs, spreading my legs wider. My breath hitches as I feel the broad head against my opening. “Hold on…” he warns before jerking me backward with his belt and yanking me onto his cock.
“Kon…” I moan, “I can feel you clear to my belly button.” I have never felt so full, full to bursting and I pant, trying to catch my breath. He pulls out slowly, and then tugs me back again with his belt. I can feel the muscles in his abdomen clench as he slams against me and I already feel that tight spiral again, something that runs from my center and moves outwards, up my spine, down my legs, and through my fingers and toes and when it starts spiraling back in, I know I will blow apart when it reaches my pussy again. My entire focus narrows down to that moment, moaning shamelessly as I wait for it, wanting it, craving it.
Kon leans over my back, making me feel his weight as he pulls harder on his belt around my hips. “I can feel you tightening up, so close to coming. What would it take to make you comeagainst my cock, coming so hard that you nearly squeeze me out? Because you are almost there, I can tell.”
His hand reaches around and slaps my swollen clit and I scream. Like I have no sense and I do not care who hears me because nothing could feel this intense. The red heat of pain and the delicious stretch and then my personal porn star comes too, his biceps bulging as he yanks on the belt ends one more time. I can feel the surging warmth from his cock fill me.
It takes me a while to come back from wherever he’s sent me, and Kon is tenderly kissing my shoulders and back, still buried inside me.
“YA tebya lyublyu,I love you,” he whispers in my hair. “You don’t have to say anything yet. I just want you to know. I’ll be here when you’re ready to say it back.”
I think it’s too late. I already love him. Maybe I have since I was that idiot fourteen-year-old. But now, I know why.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
In which there are more murders and a perfectly reasonable amount of paranoia.
Amphetamines - Eve 6
Konstantin…
“Wake up…” My head’s pounding. It sounds like someone’s rapping their knuckles on my skull.
“Kon, wake the fuck up.” It’s Lucca, throwing open my door as I yank the blankets up to Mariya’s shoulders. “They just found Morgan Wilson. He’s dead.”
“How did this happen?” Mariya pulled on one of my shirts over her leggings, pacing as Meiying, Jun, and Mala pile into our crowded common room.
“He was found in his room,” Athena said. “His roommate Santiago spent the night with me, he invited me up to their place for breakfast.” Her expression was still calm as if nothing more inconvenient had happened than not getting the promised coffee and croissants.
“How can you always be so unemotional about this stuff?” Tatiana said.
“How is crying and screaming going to help?” Athena retorts.
Lucca answers the door, bringing in Liam and Willow. “Bad cess,” Liam says angrily, “what the feck?”
“You’re next door to Morgan, right?” I said, “Did you hear anything last night? Anything at all?”
“Aye, Dean Christie already went at me for answers,” Liam shuddered, “Jesus, Mary and Joseph I know she was warmin’ up her chop saw. I didn’t hear shite from his suite. Which was off.”
“How so?” Lucca asked.
“Morgan was always playing shite from Insane Clown Posse or that Norwegian death metal he was goin’ on about all the fekkin’ time,” Liam said. “Usta’ make my windows rattle, the arsehole. I should’ve known something was off when it was quiet.”
“How was he killed?” Meiying said.
“Stabbed,” Athena said, “like Lauren.”
That’s three attempted murders on students in the Leader’s division now,” Mala is biting her nails, “two of them successful. Dean Christie caught Kon’s attackers so quickly. There was blood and the knife as evidence in Lauren’s murder, and still nothing? Now poor Morgan.”
“It’s the fekkin’ newcomers, that’s certain,” Liam says angrily.
“You can’t say that,” I object. “I don’t think this is a coordinated plot between all the new people this year.”
