Interest piqued, and Levka tried to suppress a smirk. “Will I be graded on this? I wish I’d known. I would have come prepared.”
Luerna stepped back, and he watched with a hooded gaze as she unbuttoned her jacket. It was terribly slow and yet ridiculously appetizing. The moment she tossed it, Levka snatched her arm and pulled her back to him, recapturing her lips. His hands slid down her back, cupping her asscheeks for a moment before sinking further. He gripped the back of her thighs and lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and he turned her toward the discarded desk. He pushed off old hockey pads and sat her down on it.
Luerna’s hands were under his shirt, gliding along his spine, up his back, and her nails dug into his shoulders. It brought a wave of pleasure, and he thrust against her hard, wanting her to feel everything she was doing. He pressed his cock against the apex of her jeans, despising all the clothes that separated them.
When her fingers went to the button of his pants, Levka pulled back, panting, watching her fingers with his arms at his sides. “Baby, we don’t have that kind of time.” He rested his hand on hers, stopping her progress.
“I’ve got ten minutes. How much do you really need?”
Levka had his lips on her neck. “It’s not about how much I need,” he whispered against her skin as his hand cupped her breast. “How much doyouneed?” His thumb rubbed over her hard nipple, but it was covered in a wool shirt and a thick bra. He wanted to feel her flesh, to see her tits, and lick the perfect nub till it was painful. “Can you cum on my face in ten minutes?”
Luerna bit her lip, closing her eyes with her head thrown back. Those words had never been said to her. It was only in her fantasies, in her wildest imagination. To hear it out loud awoke a deep hunger she thought she disposed of long ago.
She watched as Levka lowered to his knees, kissing her chest, her stomach, her thighs. He unbuttoned her pants as he looked up at her from the floor, a devilish, excited glaze over his eyes that made him look amazing between her legs. But the conversation with Rurik about her vagina took this moment to revisit her memory. There was no letting him see her. Not with bright lights anyway.
“Come back here.” She pulled at his shoulder.
Levka stood, kissing her, enjoying every moment her lips and fingers were on him. Moments with her were like an eclipse, rare, fleeting, and fucking amazing. She ignited every inch of him, and he was desperate to be alone with her for a long enough time to devour her. But now was not one of those times.
“I’ll find a way,” he promised her. The frenzy fire was fizzing out as the realization that time was not on their side. He kissed her softly. “You could sneak out when Rurik goes out of town. Or perhaps on nights he visits his whore. But me sneaking into your house is impossible.”
Luerna rested her head against his shoulder. His arms encircled her and were perfectly tight and secure. He felt safe, and protective, like no harm could reach her in his embrace.
Here, in this moment, she fully believed he could take on her family.
“How are the kids?” He asked and was happily given a long-winded report. He loved listening to her. She acted like she hated her life, but there was so much she loved about it. She just couldn’t see it with the shroud of Rurik destroying everything he touched. If he could get her away from him, her happiness could finally escape from the dungeon she kept it in. It was buried, but there inside her.
When his phone beeped, alerting them it was time to go, Luerna didn’t know how to let go. There was something about him that made her feel like a different person. One that could defy the odds and escape.
“There is a way into my house,” she heard herself say. “Our escape route, in case the house was ever attacked.”
Levka stepped back. “Tell me.”
It would mean betraying her family. It was a secret she was never supposed to expose. If he was using her to bring down the Morozov Empire, this would be the way to do it. She could be potentially handing over her family to the jaws of wolves.
But she told him anyway and prayed he was the savior she hoped he was.
Returning to the house, Luerna felt like she was in a daze. She was a cheater and on top of that, she revealed her family’s secret to an enemy. It was surreal, something she would never imagine herself doing and yet, the guilt wasn’t terrible, but it was still there. What would her father say? She couldn’t possibly imagine. He had never been disappointed with her.
Luerna walked around the house barely conscious. The kids were all in bed, and she should be too, but she stared out the window, wondering if Levka was forming an attack. The reality was she didn’t know him as much as she should. If anything, he had a real reason to seek vengeance and what better way than to go through the family’s weakest link?
What woman put her children in danger for sex? It was the stupidest thing she’s ever done.
“Luerna,” Adrik’s voice echoed in the emptiness.
She had passed her father’s office, and now she stepped backward till she stood in the doorway. Adrik sat at the grand oak desk, looking like he belonged there. He fit their father’s shoes effortlessly. Since they were young teens, Luerna always thought that Adrik would be better for the role of heir. Alexei just didn’t have the same amount of patience or care, and Gil was adopted, ineligible for the role, though that wasn’t why he wasn’t chosen. He thought more with his dick than his head.
Adrik gestured for her to come in and she obeyed, sitting in a leather wingback chair. She hadn’t sat here in years, but every memory she did have was of great disappointment. Luerna always waited for some kind of recognition of her dedication, but all she got in return was more burdens.
Luerna knew she should tell Adrik what she’s done, but he would likely report right back to their father.
Adrik was their father’s shadow, and as if to prove that point, Yakov’s painted portrait hung above Adrik, like the shadow of a devil.
Adrik leaned back in his chair. “I’ve been reading over everything Levka’s been doing. And I’m impressed.”
The tone of his voice relaxed her, and she nearly smiled. She was proud of Levka. But she had no right to be, and she pushed the happiness from her face. “Oh?”
“He’s a strategist. An important skill to have for what he does. The way he has rebuilt in the last few years is nothing short of talent. But he’s rash. Impatient. He needs to let some of these businesses grow. He’s picking the fruit before it’s ripe, as Papa would say. Papa would also blame it on his age. Of course, no one runs the mafia better than old shits with saggy balls.”
