He tips my chin up, his eyes locking onto mine. “When you’re home, do you think you can send my dad out on some errands so we can have some alone time? Just be a normal couple for a while.”
He chuckles, pressing his lips to mine.
“I’m sure I can think of something to keep him distracted,” he mutters.
I pull back, biting my lip. “Can you be quiet, Drago?”
It’s been a week of sneaking around. Him slipping into my room once my father goes to bed, and then gone before I wake, never without kissing me first.
But today, I set an alarm so I could wake up before him. So we could cuddle before he left.
I need him today.
“Me?” he grins.
I nod, sliding my panties off and bringing them up to his chest.
“Open your mouth, Drago.” I order.
He arches a brow.
“I’m not the one with a volume issue,” he says, a grin tugging at his lips as he leans in, his mouth brushing my ear. “Oh, Drago. Right there. Fuck. Ohhhh,” he moans.
My cheeks flush instantly. “I do not sound like that.”
He chuckles. “No, you sound far fucking sexier, Lily.”
Before he can say another word, I hold my black lace panties in front of his lips. “Open,” I say, my voice stern now.
And to my surprise, he doesn’t just open. He dips his head, stuffs them into his mouth, and rolls onto his back, arms folding behind his head like he’s daring me.
So I straddle him. I press kisses along his face, his jaw, down his neck. Slower. Intentional. I work my way down his body until I’m settled between his legs.
When I take him into my mouth, I keep my eyes locked on his.
The way his lashes flutter. The way his eyes squeeze shut as he sucks in a sharp breath. Like I’m the one person in the world who can make him fall apart.
And that is exactly what I intend to do.
Today, I’m taking back some of the power that was stolen from me five years ago. As soon as he’s close, I flick my tongue around the tip, and he groans.
Fuck, that’s hot.
His hand fists in my hair, forcing me deeper, his hips thrusting as he gets closer to the edge. But before he finishes in my mouth, he pulls me off, and in a blur, he lifts me and drops me back onto the bed.
He’s on top of me now, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand. He pulls my panties from his mouth, licking his lips.
“You’re naughty, lastochka. So very naughty,” he whispers.
I wrap my legs around his waist, his cock pressing against my aching pussy. “What are you going to do about it?” I ask.
With that, he shoves the panties into my mouth, and my eyes go wide. “Not. A. Fucking. Sound. Baby,” he grunts as he pushes himself into me.
He sits up, one hand sliding to my throat, the other to my clit, watching himself thrust into me like he can’t get enough of the sight.
“Fuck,” his voice breaks as he tries to stay quiet. “You take me so well, baby. You were made for me.”
All I can feel. All I can think about is him. He consumes me. He silences the noise in my head. He stops the spiral before it can begin.
