“You can say whatever you want,” she breathes, her nails digging into my shoulders. “As long as you keep touching me like that.”
My fingers thrust deeper, curling just right, coaxing the kind of sounds from her I want burned into my fucking soul. Shemoves against me with a slow, aching need that sets my nerves on fire.
I tear my mouth from hers only long enough to strip her dress off and toss it aside. She’s already fumbling at my waist, pushing my pants down like she can’t stand another second without me inside her. Her fingers curl around my cock, brushing the piercings, and a sharp bolt of pleasure shoots up my spine.
“Fuck.” I shove her hand away so I can line myself up with her pussy, my grip tightening on her hip. “I need you. I need you so fucking much it hurts.”
“Show me.”
One hard, controlled thrust slides me inside her all the way. She clenches around me, pulling a broken sound from my lungs.
“Aleksei…harder,” she gasps, head tipping back, legs locking around my waist. “Please.”
My fingers dig into her hips as I start to move, driving into her with the kind of force she’s begging for, every stroke deep and hungry.
“I love you,” I tell her, and her sounds of pleasure come in gasping waves.
“Say it again,” she pants.
I take her harder. “Ya tebya lyublyu.”
My pace increases until she’s trembling beneath me, her body going tight as the orgasm slams into her.
“Aleksei, oh God.”
When she says my name like that, I lose whatever control I had left. I keep fucking her, pouring every vicious, desperate part of myself into her. Giving her everything I am and everything I’ll ever be.
There will never be another man after me. I am making damn sure of it.
When I come, it’s with a guttural growl, buried deep inside her, spilling everything I have into the woman who owns me.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
FIONA
My feet achefrom standing in heels all morning, and the minute I close the door to my office and settle in my chair, I kick them off under the desk, sliding my toes along the carpet with a sigh.
Court was brutal. Three motions back-to-back, a judge with no patience, and opposing counsel who thinks “respectfully” means “condescendingly.”
All I want is to go home. To Aleksei. To whatever sinful thing he’s planning to cook for dinner tonight. Because the man doesn’t just kill for a living. He makes a steak that should be illegal.
Of course, it doesn’t hurt that he looks good doing it too. Sleeves rolled to his elbows, veins flexing as he chops herbs like they’ve personally offended him. I swear that man does things to me that shouldn’t be allowed.
And usually, when the dishes are cleared, dessert follows in the form of his tongue between my thighs—and I sure as hell could use that right about now.
My core tightens at the memory of last night. The way he lifted me onto the counter and didn’t let me off until I was trembling more times than I could count.
When my phone buzzes, I already know it’s him before I swipe the screen.
Aleksei
Only a few more hours until you are mine, moya ptichka. I’ve been thinking about stripping off that tight little skirt you had on this morning, dragging you into the shower, and pressing you up against the tile. Mouth on your throat. Fingers inside your wet cunt until you’re begging for my cock to take that throb away.
My throat goes dry and I bite my lip, warmth suddenly racing through my body.
Another message flashes across the screen.
Aleksei
