An animalistic groan ripped from his chest as I licked again, paying more attention to the dark red tip.
I’d never done this before. I’d had boyfriends, yes. They weren’t like Darius. I’d only had clumsy groping sessions in a closet, stolen kisses, and rushed, mediocre fucks that were nothing like this.
I liked this.
The way people talked, I thought that getting on my knees would make me feel dirty, but it didn’t. It made me feel strong and in control.
Darius Ivanov, the head of one of the largest and most deadly Russian mafias in the world, was staring at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world.
His breathing was shallow because of me. His fingers dug into the bed and into my hair because he was losing control.
I was giving him this pleasure, and I did it not because he was controlling me, but solely because I wanted to.
How was that supposed to make me feel dirty?
Darius remained patient, watching me as I explored his body. I licked another long stripe from the base of his cock to his head, savoring the salty drop of pre-cum before sucking the tip in between my lips and then sliding my mouth down slowly. Even here, he tasted clean, like expensive soap and warm spices.I sucked, my tongue teasing, my lips pulling more and more of him into the back of my throat.
“Fuck,maya soloveyka,” he growled.
Encouraged, I moved a little faster and pushed a little further down, beyond my comfort zone. Pushing down until my shoulders jerked and my throat tightened as spittle formed in the corners of my mouth.
“Songbird, I want more of you, but if you keep doing that, I’m afraid I won’t be able to give you everything you deserve tonight.”
I sat back on my heels, and he leaned forward. His warm hands wrapped around my upper arms and pulled me to straddle his lap.
Then his mouth fell on mine. It wasn’t a kiss. He was devouring me.
My heart leapt, and I melted against him. His hands trailed over my back down to my ass and squeezed. Jumping a little at the sting from my earlier spanking, I relaxed back into his touch almost immediately.
Reaching between us, I gripped his hot, hard cock and stroked him a few times before lining my body up with it.
He kissed and laved along my collarbone, taking his time, lingering over each spot he kissed. Then his hands tightened around my back, but he still didn’t rush.
The head of his cock pushed against my entrance, stretching me open as I allowed my body weight to slowly push him deeper and deeper inside of me.
His hands stayed on my hips, waiting for me to find a rhythm that worked for me. I hovered over him, feeling safe in his arms, feeling bold from his breath coming out in short pants against my breasts as I rocked against him. Feeling seen by the way he looked at me...like he saw my cracks, the broken pieces of me, every flaw, and still thought I was beautiful and worthy.
I leaned down and kissed him again, the kiss soft and reverent. It wasn’t a mechanical movement of lips, tongue, and teeth but an expression of something deeper, something more. I moved faster, and that now-familiar pressure built slowly in my core as I leaned forward, using his body to brush against my clit with every pulse of my hips. This time, I wasn’t afraid of it or overwhelmed by it. I savored every single moment.
Hands and mouths explored each other, learning every single inch, finding not only perfection, but also perceiving the flaws and how they made us better.
For once, my mind was quiet. The drama, the threats, the pain and suffering — all of it belonged outside of this room. In this room, in the dim light, it was just him and me and the sound of our joined breathing.
The pressure built. I leaned back on pure instinct, placing my hands on his knees behind me, and took him at a different angle, forcing a new, sensational pressure in the most incredible place.
His hands skimmed over my breasts and down my sides. While one hand guided my hips, the other flattened low on my stomach, his fingers stretching from my belly button to where his thumb slipped between my pussy lips and drew slow, lazy circles over my clit.
I didn’t last long. Soon, my thighs were trembling, and my chest rose and fell with every shuddering breath I took. Once my pleasure came to its peak, Darius wrapped his arms around me and turned us over, laying me flat on the bed.
My head rested on silk pillowcases that smelled like him.
His cock was still buried inside of me, but he stopped and picked up my hand from the bed. He placed a kiss on my inner wrist before putting my hand over a star-shaped scar he had that was camouflaged in the chess piece tattoo.
Leaving my hand there, he grabbed my other arm, placed another kiss on my inner wrist, and laid that hand over theRoman numerals tattoo, where the slight ridges of another scar lay.
Questions burned on my tongue. When? How? Why?
But I swallowed them down.
