We move like we were made for this. Aly rises up onto her knees, just enough to come back down, harder than I expect, but taking my girth. She lets out a little sound of surprise, repeating the motion, excitement clearly setting in as her eyelids grow heavy. I grip her ass and guide her up and down my length.
God, I’m going to lose it. I’m going to make a fool of myself. Leader of the Savannah Bratva, coming early all because of a curvy woman riding my dick. A virgin using me for her own pleasure.
The thought makes my balls tighten. I hold my breath, trying to remember the blood from earlier in the night to take the edge off. But it doesn’t help; something about the memory of storming into The Foundry and taking what’s mine only makes it hotter when she gives herself to me.
Aly lets out little whimpers as her clit grazes my abs. I start thrusting up into her, unable to help myself, both of us trying to grip whatever we can to keep this going.
“Fuck, Kaz, I’m?—”
Her eyes are glazed. I reach up and grab her chin, crushing her mouth to mine, plunging my tongue between her lips and thrust my cock again. She moans into my mouth, hips tilting as she rides me harder. I can feel that she’s close. She’s trembling, and her fingers tug my hair subconsciously. The pain is so pleasurable that I can feel the rush of heat that means I won’t last much longer.
“Take it,” I rumble, slapping her ass, “take it, Aly, just like that. You’re mine.Mine.I’ll always be the one who had you first, had you wet and begging, won’t I?”
She comes with a cry, but I keep shoving her up and down on my cock, feeling her tighten even as my own orgasm rushes over me in a throb of heat. I groan out curses, holding her tight andspilling into her. I sink my teeth into her skin hard enough that she jerks back a little until I suck soothingly at the spot.
When it’s over, we can barely hold ourselves up. Aly moves stiffly off my lap, knees trembling. I follow quickly and help her back into the stream of water, cleaning both of us off with soap, massaging shampoo and then conditioner into her hair.
Losing myself more and more with each sigh that slips from her lips.
Fuck. What did I do?
The thought is like hitting a brick wall. Aly doesn’t seem to notice when I go quiet and spend longer in the shower once she steps out and wraps herself in a towel.
Thoughts tumble through my mind in a panicked tangle.Fucking idiot. You’re messing this up. Sheisn’tyours, she can’t be, and if this gets out—when you have to give her up?—
Afterwards, the world feels altered, quieter and more dangerous. I know it’s because I’ve crossed a line. Aly sleeps tangled in my sheets; her face relaxed for the first time since I dragged her into this life. I sit at the edge of the bed, watching her breathe, knowing with absolute clarity that there is no turning back now.
A bruise is forming just below her collarbone, in the shape of my teeth.You don’t deserve this,a dark voice whispers.Tonight never should have happened.
There’s no part of me that could have left her like that, and I will never let harm come to her.
Hinto wanted my attention.
And now he has it.
Anyone who thinks they can use Alyona Demsky against me has already signed their own death wish.
Chapter 18
Kazimir
The clock beside my bed glows in a dull red.
It’s just past four in the morning. It’s earlier than I need to be awake, but sleep escaped me long ago. In less than two hours I am expected in the briefing room, alert, ruthless, and unburdened. I’m expected to be ready to absorb numbers and threats, and the quiet violence of logistics.
Instead I lie flat on my back, one arm thrown over my head, staring into the dark as if it might offer absolution.
It does not.
My sheets still smell like her.
The realization lands with a slow, sick inevitability. I exhale through my teeth, jaw tightening as the memory stirs against my will. Her warmth. The weight of her trust. The way her voice softened when she said my name. It wasn’t a challenge or a provocation, but something fragile and unguarded. I should regret it the way I regret tactical errors or unnecessary bloodshed.
But regret does not erase how alive I felt.
That is the part that unnerves me most.
I have lived my life at a controlled remove, always aware of the danger of indulgence, always careful not to want toomuch. Wanting makes men sloppy and makes them predictable. Wanting gives enemies leverage. I learned that lesson young, with bruised ribs and empty pockets. I learned it with a knife pressed to my throat by boys who smelled my hesitation before I ever spoke it aloud.
