I hum around him, the vibration drawing another groan from his lips. His free hand cups my jaw, thumb stroking my cheek as I work him faster, my saliva coating him, dripping down. And he thrusts gently, fucking my mouth while I relax my throat to take more.
"Fuck, Vivika, you're incredible," he says, his breath ragged. "Such a sweet mouth, made for me." It's intoxicating the way he speaks to me. It's making my core tighten and grow moist.
He suddenly pulls me off him and flips me onto my back in one fluid motion. The mattress shifts under his weight as he pins me down. His hands capture my wrists above my head, holding them there with one large palm while the other trails down my body, shoving up my shirt to expose my breasts. He leans down, sucking one nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make me arch. Pain sparks into pleasure, and I whimper, my legs parting instinctively.
"You drive me insane," he whispers against my skin, his teeth grazing my collarbone. "So beautiful… I can't get enough of you."
His hand slides lower, dipping under my waistband, fingers finding my slick folds. He circles my clit, making me gasp, and my hips rise to meet him. Two fingers push inside me, curling, stroking that spot that sends sparks through my veins as he pumps them in and out, his thumb pressing on my clit, building the pressure until I'm writhing under him.
His weight keeps me pinned, and the restraint heightens everything—the darkness of the room, the captivity, the forbidden pull between us. It's intoxicating how quickly he can bring me to the edge and hold me there, minutes really, and as soon as he speaks I know I'm done.
"Come for me, Vivika," he demands. "Let me feel you clench around my fingers. You're mine, and I want to hear you moan my name."
The orgasm crashes over me, waves of heat pulsing through my core. I do moan his fucking name as my eyes roll back in my head and my body arches upward. I shake, walls fluttering around his fingers but he doesn't stop drawing it out until I'm spent, panting, my skin flushed and sensitive.
When he withdraws his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips tasting me, the sight makes my stomach twist with fresh lust.
"Delicious," he says, eyes gleaming. "You taste like heaven. Now, turn over for me."
I obey, rolling onto my stomach, my heart pounding. He positions me on my knees, ass up, and I feel exposed and vulnerable as his hands spread my cheeks, thumbs brushing over my tight hole. I tense, anticipation mingling with nerves as he spits directly onto my ass and I shiver. One finger circles the rim, pressing in gently, stretching me while his other hand slaps my cheek hard.
I gasp. The burn is intense at first, but he works it in and out, adding more spit, as his other hand strokes my hip in soothing circles to erase some of the sting. I'm shuddering and gritting my teeth in anticipation of what he's about to do.
"Relax, beautiful," he coos. "You're doing so well. Look at you, opening up for me. Such a good girl, taking what I give you."
He adds a second finger, scissoring them, stretching me further. The fullness builds from pain into pleasure as he curls his fingers, hitting nerves that make me moan into the pillow. His praise washes over me, easing the discomfort, turning it intosomething dark. I'm his, marked by this intimacy, and the thought both terrifies and excites me.
"Perfect," he murmurs. "I'm going to fuck your ass, Vivika, and you're going to come again for me."
He pulls his fingers out, spitting on me again before positioning his dick at my entrance. He pushes in inch by inch, filling me completely, and I gasp and claw at the sheets as the stretch burns through me. But he holds my hips steady, one hand reaching around to rub my clit. I've never had such incredible sensations as these.
Lev begins to thrust faster, smacking my ass every few seconds as he pairs the stimulation on my clit with the way he works his hips and I groan into the pillow, ready to come all over him again.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groans. "So fucking good, squeezing me like that."
His fingers work my clit relentlessly, and the pressure builds again, coiling tight. He spanks my ass and the sting pushes me over the edge. I shatter, my body convulsing, waves of ecstasy ripping through me as he thrusts harder, chasing his own release. When he comes with a deep groan, spilling inside me, he lets out a growl of pleasure and buries himself as deep as he can before leaning down to bite the back of my shoulder.
We collapse together, his body draped over mine, and we're both breathing hard. When he pulls out carefully, rolling me into his arms, his lips brush my forehead. In the aftermath, the attraction lingers, but so does this dangerous connection, binding us in the shadows.
Sleep takes me slowly, pulling me down into darkness while Lev's heartbeat thuds beneath my ear and his hand rests heavily on my hip. The fear is still coiled in my chest, reminding me that someone wants me dead. But wrapped in the arms of the man who might be my only protection or my greatest threat, I let myself drift away.
Tomorrow, I'll hate myself for what I let him do tonight.
But right now, I just want to feel safe, even if safety is the biggest lie of all.
15
LEV
Vivika is already awake when I bring her coffee the next morning, standing by the window with her back to me as she pulls a sweater over her head. The fabric catches on her dark hair and she tugs it free with an irritated motion that tells me something has shifted since last night when she fell asleep in my arms. Sex can't fix everything, but we connected. I know we did.
But I really hurt her by locking her in this room, and after that fiasco at the theater, I know she still has things to work through.
"Coffee," I say, setting the mug on the dresser.
"Thank you." She finishes adjusting her sweater and reaches for the jeans folded on the chair beside her without turning around. Her voice is polite but distant. She sounds like a complete stranger, not like the woman who moaned my name just hours ago.
I lean against the doorframe and watch her dress, noting the stiffness in her shoulders and the way she refuses to meet my eyes. She's been like this since the shooting at the Mariinsky,pulling away from me in small increments even as she lets me into her bed.
