“I need you,” I groan, pulling his hard cock toward my slick pussy. The need to feel him inside me is overwhelming.
In one thrust, he lunges balls deep, grunting as my pussy clenches around him. “Sage,” he breathes as he thrusts faster, building up to a frenzied pace.
I hold onto his forearms as he drives into me with a rhythm that shakes through every part of me. I wrap my legs around him, locking my ankles together.
“Yes…please Luka, don’t stop,” I beg.
His mouth latches onto my nipple as he slows his pace and pulls his cock out until just the tip is in. The sudden emptiness makes my back arch, a wordless plea for him to keep fucking me.
“Not yet,printsessa,” he mouths against my breast. “You come when I tell you to come,” he commands. Sucking my breast into his mouth, he slowly slides his thick cock back into my pussy.
My mouth opens in a gasp as he pushes slowly in and out. His fingers dig into my hips, and before I know what is happening, he pulls his cock out, leans his head down, and swipes his tongue up my pussy. Then he shoves his fingers into me and pumps hard and fast.
“Yes, Luka…fuck me,” I groan. My pussy begins to flutter around his fingers, but he doesn’t let me come. Instead, he withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth, drawing them in as his lips curve into a knowing smile.
“Luka!” I cry out, my chest heaving. “Don’t tease me.”
“I’m not teasing you,” he replies with a wicked smile. “I’m savoring what’s mine.”
With that, he shoves his cock into my pussy so hard I feel tears sting the corners of my eyes. I need him to draw me in fully, to eclipse every thought except the feel of him.
“Yes, Luka! Fuck me!” I cry out as he fucks me hard and fast. My pussy flutters around his cock as my release begins to build.
Luka reaches down between us, rolling my clit between his fingers as he fucks me relentlessly. His lips crash against mine, the force of it matching the drive of his body. His tongue slides into my mouth, tasting the need he’s pulling from me.
With his free hand, he reaches around and shoves a thick finger into my ass. Everything converges at once, and my release slams through me, tearing a cry from my lungs. My back bows off the bed, and my pussy clamps down on his cock as stars ignite behind my eyes.
He doesn’t stop, though, fucking me even harder. The pressure and size of his cock stretching me open make me squirm from the burning sensation. He leans over me, sinking it deeper and deeper.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he murmurs, sliding his hand loosely around my throat and holding himself up with the other.
He continues to pump, claiming my pussy as his.
“Mine,” he growls. “You belong to me, Sage.”
Holding me in place, he thrusts one final time, pushing his cock so deep his balls slap against my ass, spilling every drop of his hot come into my pussy.
He falls face down onto the bed, draping over me like a blanket. Eventually, he pulls his cock out, rolling onto his side, and wrapping himself around me like he thinks I might vanish if he loosens his grip.
For a long while, Luka and I lie tangled together, the world outside the bedroom fading to something distant andunimportant. His breath moves against my shoulder, his hand warm at my waist, and for once, there is no fear, deadlines, or threats pressing in, just the quiet of us.
When we finally reach for each other again, it feels different, slower, and deeper, as if we’re trying to memorize every place where our bodies fit. Afterward, we stay wrapped up in the softness of the moment until reality nudges at the edges once more. Only then do we rise, shower, and get dressed.
When we finally step out of the room, we walk side by side down the hall toward the formal dining room. Isaak watches us from the head of the table, his eyes over us with a hint of amusement. His fork lifts with unhurried grace while his gaze needles straight through me.
“Temporary peace,” he observes, surveying Luka with an interest I wish he would lose. “Enjoy it while it lasts.”
A chill crawls up the back of my neck, but I lift my chin and meet his stare. I won’t let him see fear. Not tonight. Not ever again.
I refuse to look away. Let Isaak watch and wonder how much power his son now holds over my heart.
12
LUKA
Misha pauses the footage, and the image freezes on Jenny's familiar silhouette. The exterior camera above the Colorado cabin shows a quiet stretch of pine, the small parking area, and the steps leading to the front door. I watch as Jenny walks into frame, her dark hair pulled up, purse across her body. She climbs the steps empty-handed and knocks once before the door opens for her.
There is no sound, but the two women talk for approximately a minute. Jenny listens, nods, then glances back at her car like she is checking the time. She accepts a padded envelope from Sage, tucks it under her arm, and walks away from the cabin without hesitation, completely relaxed as if she is doing nothing more than running an errand for a friend.
