That bursts my little bubble of joy. “What would you like to discuss?”
“What you intend to do about him.”
“He isn’t coming for Christmas. I don’t care if he’s your father or not.”
“Christmas?”
I let out a long sigh. “I won’t kill him if you don’t want me to. But I can’t have a relationship with him, and I’d prefer that you didn’t either.”
“Prefer?” she whispers.
“Katarina, I’m not fool enough to tell you what to do. It’s why I lied about your father in the first place.” I rub a hand along my jaw. “Though I would appreciate it if you tried to resist the urge to find trouble. You’ve got a real knack for it, and I?—”
But I’m cut off as her lips crash down on me. “I love you, Winston Smith. Nobody gets me like you do.”
I reach for her face, pulling her mouth back down to mine. “Same,” I say against her lips and then kiss her again.
Fuck the wound in my side. I need to be inside her.
She must feel the same, because with one hand, she tugs at the button of my trousers, nearly breaking the zipper.
Somehow, we manage get out of enough of her clothes that she can straddle my lap.
She sinks down on my raging cock, both of us sighing when I’m fully seated inside her.
I use my uninjured side to help her slide back up, not wanting her to use her injured arm.
My side twitches in pain but I ignore it, the feel of her silk wrapped around me worth every twinge. “It doesn’t hurt too much does it, kitten?”
“No,” she gasps, sinking back down on me. “You feel so good and I like a little pain with my pleasure.”
My nostrils flare as I lift her off my cock again.
I never mind treating my lady gently, but I know that Katarina and I are going to have some wild times and I can’t fucking wait.
My cock swells inside her just thinking about it, and I know she feels it, the way she gasps.
“I like a little pain too, but let’s make this one quick so we don’t do any more damage.”
“Yes,” she hisses in my ear and picks up the pace. It’s fast and greasy, our grunts as subdued as we can keep them considering the volume of people on this plane.
But when Katarina gets close, her moans get louder, and I’m pretty sure I see one of the medical staff peek out, likely trying to make sure she’s not hurt.
But I smile into her neck as she arches her back, taking me all the way inside her, her gasping moan filling my ear as she breaks apart on my cock.
I squeeze my eyes shut as my own orgasm hits me like a fucking train. I fill her with my cum, knowing that this is just the beginning.
I hold her body close, kissing her damp skin. Katarina is my everything.
I meant what I said about Sver. I won’t kill him, if it’s that important to her. She is my first priority.
And I’ll never lie again.
But that doesn’t mean he won’t pay a price. He deserves whatever justice I send his way.
I only hope she understands.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
