Oh,shit.
“That’s bad, isn’t it?” I have to lean back to look up at him because I’m not letting go. Then it hits me. “You think the two are related.”
His blank gaze finally settles on me and thaws a bit. “I do. Dmitri is insisting we hold our father’s funeral and carry on with his wedding the next day.”
“Everyone is going to talk,” I say. “That’s so inappropriate and disrespectful.”
“I don’t think Dmitri cares.” He rubs his eyes and I tighten my hug around his narrow waist, kissing his firm pectoral over his heart.
“What do you need from me,moy lyubimyy,my beloved?” I ask, wishing I could wipe that blank expression from his face.
Alexi’s massive chest heaves and he cups my face in his hands.
“Kiss me.”
His lips slam down on mine and it’s an angry kiss, desperate. I hang on as he carries me into the bedroom, and I land on the mattress hard enough to bounce twice. He’s over me in a second, ravenous and greedy and I can tell what he needs from me is to just hang on.
So, when he rips my shirt in half, I kiss him harder. He bites the thin skin of my neck, he bites my shoulder and I wrap my legs around his hips and squeeze. My jeans are next, his big hands ruthlessly tugging them down and I slide my hands into his hair, scratching his scalp the way I know he likes.
He’s cursing, low in his throat and I don’t know if it’s because he’s struggling with my jeans, stubbornly tangled around my ankles, or that his other hand can’t rip his pants open fastenough but in seconds, he sinks into me, a low, long groan of relief passing from his lips to mine.
Usually, reunion sex with Alexi is a mix of greedy and playful, overlaid with happiness about being back together.
This is hard, and rough, not as careful as he usually is. He knows his size could hurt me but tonight everything is hot and messy, my pussy is clinging to his cock every time he pulls out, and I moan, welcoming him when he slams back in, his piercing rubbing right where I need it. He sucks my nipples raw, his hand squeezing one breast while he licks the other one.
I don’t know who’s in the driver’s seat. I know it’s not me. I’m not sure it’s him, either. Our bodies fit into each other, pushing, slick with sweat, and working to achieve the pleasure that only the two of us together can find.
I’m going to be so sore tomorrow…That’s my last coherent thought.
“Did I hurt you?”
I’m sprawled gracelessly over the broad plains of Alexi’s chest and his fingers are stroking up and down my spine.
“You might have to carry me around for a while,” I mumble, the words sounding mushy because I don’t have the energy to lift my face off his chest. “But that’s because you fucked all the feeling out of my legs.” I yelp when he slaps my ass.
Alexi’s cock stayed hard inside me after our first frenzied coupling, and when his hips started moving again, it turned into something slower, more languid. He gently cleaned me up and ordered food and we had a bed picnic, neither one of us wanting to leave our oasis. The sun was sending its first tentative fingersof light over the horizon when I woke up to his head between my legs.
He made me come twice, sucking on my clitoris before sliding into me slowly, tauntingly until I dug my heels into his ass and my fingernails into his back and demanded more. We came together, and when he pulled his cock out of me, his come filling me after so many times began to drip out, and he used his thick fingers to push it all back inside me. The sight was so shockingly erotic that I came again, just from the pressure of his fingers.
“Has this um… cleared your mind?” I ask, resting my chin on his chest. It moves up and down in a silent chuckle.
“Yes. Thank you for your excellent soothing skills,” he says, playing with a lock of my hair.
“Am I being horrible in assuming that the loss of your father isn’t hitting you as hard as your concern about the shift in management?”
“You would be correct,” he agrees. “I’m sure I loved my father. At some point.” He doesn’t sound entirely certain.
“That horrible night at your family’s hunting lodge…” I know I’m playing with fire. “When he made you kill your cousin, was that the moment you stopped loving him?” His muscle turns to stone under my cheek.
“I didn’t know if Lev was guilty or innocent,” he finally says. “I obeyed my Pakhan’s order. You’re right. That was the moment I became something less than human.”
My finger traces down his scarred left arm. “You made a mark for Lev that night.”
“I was so fucking angry at you,” he says, his voice still oddly calm. “I never wanted you to see me as a monster. You witnessedme kill my cousin, then you caught me doing penance. You didn’t look horrified, or frightened, but-”
“I was heartbroken,” I say sadly. “I hated your father for using you for such a terrible thing. Forentertainment.And then to see you punish yourself for it.”
“Every time I take a life, no matter how worthless,” he says, “I still make another mark. I remember every face, even if the names are sometimes hard to recall.”
