"What are you doing?" I ask her, reaching up to grip her hair, but she pushes my hand away.
"You'll see," she purrs.
Vivika climbs off me with a shaky breath, but her eyes are still dark with hunger. She kneels between my legs on the floor and tugs my jeans and boxers the rest of the way down. Then her hands wrap around my slick shaft, still coated in her arousal. Without a word, she leans forward and takes me into her mouth, sucking hard and making my hips buck.
I thread my fingers through her hair, gripping it firmly as I guide her deeper, pushing until she chokes on my length. Her throat constricts around me as she gags; then she pulls back gasping, saliva trailing from her lips, but dives in again, determined.
"Fuck, yes," I groan, pulling her hair to control the pace. "You're unbelievable at this, Vivika. Such a talented mouth, swallowing me like a pro."
I make her choke again, holding her there for a moment, feeling her gag reflex tighten before releasing her. It's almost like feeling her hot muscles constrict around me when she’s coming, so fucking hot. She coughs but doesn't stop, her eyes watering as she bobs faster, one hand stroking what she can't fit. The sight of her like this—kneeling, devoted, pleasuring me after I've just fucked her—pushes me closer to the brink.
"Keep going," I praise, my voice strained. Every muscle in my body is taut and ready to snap. Watching her enjoy this has my heart beating hard and my dick ready to blow. "You're making me so hard, so ready to explode. Look at you, choking on my dick and loving it. You're everything I want."
The pressure builds, coiling tight in my balls, and I thrust into her mouth, pulling her hair to bury myself deep. Every time I slide down her throat she gags and tightens on me, and I can’t stop myself. I grip her head so hard she can't even move as I thrust into her over and over pushing my dick as deep as it can go until I feel the first tingles of orgasm.
I pull out just as I come, holding her head still while she gasps for breath and ropes of hot cum splash across her face—her cheeks, her lips, her chin—as she opens her mouth to catch what she can. It's an erotic sight as I grip myself and stroke, pointing it at her face to finish until every last drop is done and she looks at me wide-eyed and coated in my seed.
She licks her lips, meeting my eyes with a satisfied gleam. "Perfect," I breathe, stroking her hair now. "God, you're a sexy mess. Get up here," I order, pulling her hair.
Vivika picks up her shirt and wipes her face clean, then climbs back on top of me. Once again straddling me, she drapes herself over my chest and relaxes. It's peaceful as I draw my fingers up over her back and back down around the curve of her ass.
She didn't understand what I was saying when I told her I want her. And I don't know if I'll get the nerve to bring it up again. It's now or never, so I decide to say it again, and this time, to try to be more specific.
I run my fingers through her hair while I try to find the words for what I need to say. The wound in my side throbs with every heartbeat, and it makes me want to hold her tighter, keep her closer, never let her go.
"Vivika," I murmur against the top of her head. "I need you to understand something."
"Mmm?" She's half out of it right now, her body warm and pliant against mine.
"When I said I want you, I didn't just mean?—"
My phone buzzes, cutting me off mid-sentence, and I sigh hard. The universe sure does like to fuck with me. It's like I can't manage to say what I want without something stopping me. I tap her shoulder, and she rolls to the side, flopping on the couch and grinning at me in a hazy, lust-filled expression as I yank my pants back up and pull my phone from the pocket.
Yuri's name flashes across the screen, and I know before I answer that whatever he wants is going to ruin this moment.
"What?" I growl into the phone.
"We need to meet." Yuri's voice is clipped and tight, but he doesn't even know what happened a little bit ago. So whateverthis is, it's worse than Yaros's bastard soldiers chasing me down and learning the hard way why they shouldn't fuck with me. "Tonight. My estate."
"I just got shot, Yuri. I'm in no condition to?—"
"I don't care if you're missing a leg, Lev. This can't wait." There's a pause and when he speaks again, he sounds angry. "Bring the woman with you. It's time she met the rest of the family."
The line goes dead before I can respond, and I stare at the phone in my hand while Vivika lifts her head and looks at me with questions written all over her face.
"What is it?" she asks. "What's wrong?"
"That was my uncle." I set the phone aside and meet her worried gaze, already dreading what's coming and wishing I could shield her from it. "He wants a meeting, and he wants you there."
"Me? Why would he want me there?"
I don't have an answer for her, but the unease coiling in my gut tells me this is about to get a lot more complicated than either of us is prepared for.
18
VIVIKA
When Lev informed me that we were expected at his uncle’s house, I wasn't sure what to expect. I'm nervous as we walk to the front door, though he keeps telling me not to be. Lev has tried to assure me multiple times that since I belong to him now—whatever that means—his family will respect me as if I am one of them. But the nerves don't quit.
