The bedroom is dark with only the city lights penetrating the windows. It’s just enough to illuminate her face as I push her onto the bed. She looks up at me, those green eyes holding mine. No fear, just acceptance and want and something stronger that would thrill me if we were different people, living different lives.
"You saved me," she says. "Twice now. That makes you mine too."
"No." I follow her down, caging her beneath me, letting her feel my weight, my strength, as I surround her. "That makes you mine. You’ve always been mine ," I whisper before crashing my mouth onto hers.
She reaches up, locking her arms around my neck to secure me to her, and kisses me back with everything she has. Years of rage and grief and the terrifying vulnerability of letting someone see her broken pieces.
I pour everything into it. The obsession. The want. The growing certainty that she's the only thing that's ever mattered. That I'd burn the entire Bratva down if it meant keeping her alive one more day. Every touch of my tongue to hers feels like a win, like I’m fighting a battle where whether I win or lose, I am the champion.
“I want you on your knees,” I growl against her mouth, already backing away and undoing my belt. She licks her lips in anticipation, and I grip my cock hard, trying to stave off the orgasm I can already feel fast approaching.
She crawls on her hands and knees to the end of the bed where I’m standing, freeing my cock and running my hand up and down it with a bruising grip. She sits on the edge of the bed, her knees beneath her, looking up at me. I’ve never been more grateful for our height difference, even kneeling, she's still low enough that I only have to step forward for the head of mydick to graze her mouth. She opens, her beautiful eyes wide and expectant as they meet mine.
I step forward as I order her to stick her tongue out. She immediately obeys, and I grip myself, lightly, slapping the head of my cock against her tongue. She closes her eyes briefly, but I give a sharp growl, and she immediately opens them again. “I want your eyes on me,” I command.
She nods, and I slowly stick the head into her mouth. I gasp at the wet, heavenly warmth. “Fuck.” I hiss, pushing further without thinking.
She gags, and I’m a sick fuck because I love it, but I slowly pull myself back until she releases me with a pop, and a string of her saliva trails from my cock to her mouth. She looks up at me and gives the tiniest little moan of pleasure. The idea that this is turning her on as much as it is me makes me wild. Unleashed, I grip the back of her head and thrust into her waiting mouth again and again.
All too soon, I know I’m close and I have to stop or else this will be over. I give one last thrust, holding myself in her mouth, tracing the circle of her lips around me with my thumb, before pulling out and backing away from her.
“Flip over,” I command, and she complies immediately. Reaching under her, I unsnap her jeans and pull them down her body. I don’t bother with her shoes, those and the tight jeans keep her thighs from spreading too far. I drop to me knees and worship her. Laving her pussy and tiny puckered hole with my tongue, again and again until she’s shaking with pleasure, until her juices are running down my tongue. She begs, tries to crawl away, but I keep eating her like a man starved, knowing she’s walking a tightrope of pleasure and pain the more I make her come.
After her fourth orgasm, her arms shake with the effort of holding her up, and I stand. “Crawl up the bed and lay facedown, ass up,” I growl, kicking off my shoes before stripping fully. She’s still wearing her shirt, her pants bunched at her ankles with her shoes. There’s something about seeing her like this, not fully naked, just enough clothing removed to grant me access, that’s a major turn on.
I crawl forward, hovering my large body over her smaller one, before roughly thrusting two fingers into her. “God,Malyshka, your pussy is so wet for me. Your juices are running down my hand,” I croon as I continue to thrust in and out of her. She clenches around me, mindless with pleasure. I move my hand faster and faster, watching in fascination as her body tenses again, her legs shaking wildly as she comes for a fifth time, her slick heat coating my hand. Bringing my hand to my mouth I lick it clean while I line myself up with her entrance.
“Yessss…” she moans as the large, blunt head of my cock pushes against her entrance.
I thrust into her quickly, making her gasp and me groan. Fuck she’s magnificent. There is no better feeling in this world than her slick heat gripping me.
“You fit me like a glove when I’m inside of you,” I say, keeping my slow, steady rhythm. I reach underneath her, pulling her shirt up and her bra down, gripping her breasts brutally and squeezing them with each thrust. I pluck and pinch her nipples, her cries growing louder and louder as she squeezes my cock so hard it's almost painful.
“Are you gonna come all over my cock, Malyshka?” I growl in her ear, feeling her core clench in response. “You gonna drench me with your heat? Let me feel what I do to you? What my cock does to you? You’re such a fucking pretty mess right now.” I can’t stop talking, so many foul, delicious things leave my mouth. She fucking loves it, moaning and twisting beneath me, wanting to get closer and escape at the same time.
My thrusts become faster and faster, and I feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine. Moving my hand from her nipple to her clit, using her own juices to lube it, I rub in circles. She cries out, her body dropping completely flat on the bed, and I follow her down, never slowing. I pound into her like my life depends on it, and gripping her hair, I turn her face to the side, then lick up the side of her face, nibbling her ear, and whisper, “You’re mine.”
That pushes her over the edge, and she comes apart, the biggest one yet, liquid gushing between us as she sucks on my tongue. Her orgasm triggers mine, and I fall over with her, pushing myself so deep I hit something inside her as I pour into her. I keep moving until I’m too sensitive but stay inside her, wanting to be locked inside her. Wanting to have my come so deep inside her it will never escape. I collapse on top of her, careful to support most of my weight on my arms, resting beside her head and nuzzle the back of her neck.
This woman will be the death of me, and God what a glorious death it will be.
CHAPTER 14
Volk
SONG: SPITTING OFF THE EDGE OF THE WORLD BY YEAH YEAH YEAHS, PERFUME GENIUS
I takeher again and again in the darkness. It's not gentle. It’s desperate and claiming and the physical manifestation of everything we can't say out loud. I show her she's mine. Show her that she belongs to me in ways that have nothing to do with our history and everything to do with the dangerous thing growing between us that neither of us wants to name. She lets me, surrendering in ways I know cost her. She gives up control when control is the only thing that's kept her alive.
And when we're finally finished, both gasping, both marked, both changed, I pull her against my chest and hold her like she's something precious. Because she is. Because she is mine.
She fits against me perfectly. Like her body was designed to fill the spaces mine left empty. Her head rests over my heart. Can she hear how fast it's beating? How being this close to her makes me feel like I'm fifteen again and stealing my first car. That same rush and certainty that I'm doing something that'll change everything.
"Tell me about Thomas," she says quietly, almost shy, like she's afraid the question will shatter whatever fragile glass bubble we are in.
I stiffen. I should've known she'd ask, should've prepared. But lying to her feels wrong now. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything." Her fingers trace patterns on my chest, idle movements that feel anything but. "You said he was your cousin , that the Pakhan killed him, but you didn't say what happened.”
