His groans fueled my passion, prompting me to ride even faster. I moved my waist back and forth, side to side, and even up and down. However, after noticing that he responded better to my back-and-forth, I decided to stick with that.
He grabbed my waist, his hands guiding and controlling my speed. I locked eyes with him while grinding at the pace he chose. Not too fast, not too slow.
I arched my back, my hands in my hair, my eyes rolling back. The feeling was elastic, each thrust drawing us closer to the edge. He lifted his waist and began ramming me from below.
My peaks were bouncing up and down as he drove into me with relentless strokes. The harder his waist ground against mine, the louder my moans grew.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” he groaned deeply.
Neither of us slowed down our paces. I continued grinding faster and faster. And he wouldn’t stop hammering me from under.
“Yes, yes, yes…!” I cried out, hands in my hair.
He kept going. Harder. And harder. And harder.
My face was contorted in pleasure, my mouth open in a silent scream. The sensation left me voiceless and weak. In that moment, nothing else mattered; the world had by now faded into the background.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he did the same around my waist. His primal growl signaled his arrival, and in the next second, he exploded inside me.
My cunt tightened around him, accepting every drop of his essence. Breathless, I slumped onto his heaving chest. I remained there in his strong arms, spent but satisfied.
I’d really needed this.
As minutes ticked by, reality started to dawn on me again. I was a murderer, my grandfather was dead, and Adrik was keeping a secret from me. Slowly, I slipped out of his hold and sat on the couch, fingers combing my hair back.
“Can I ask you something?” I looked at him.
He didn’t speak, but I saw the fear and unease flash in his gaze.
“What secret was Richard talking about?”
His breath hitched, even though his expression remained neutral. The silence that followed was louder than a gunshot.
Adrik rose to his feet. “There’s something I haven’t told you.”
My heart skipped a beat, unsure of what to expect. I had no idea what he could possibly be keeping from me, but I was eager to find out.
“A few years ago, a man came to the Tarasov Bratva for a loan,” he began, his voice rough but steady. “He couldn’t pay it back when due.”
I squinted, trying to guess where he was going with this because at first, nothing he was saying seemed linked to me.
“As the Fixer, the one who makes Bratva’s problems go away, I was asked to track him down and end his life,” he continued. “They told me he wasn’t just a debtor. They said he also stole some vital information and planned to sell it to a rival gang.”
Adrik’s story still wasn’t making any sense to me.
“I underestimated the man’s ability to stay hidden. And for months, I couldn’t find him.” He paused, meeting my gaze. “That was, of course, until Richard Beaumont promised to tell me exactly where he was.”
He mentioned someone I knew. But the dots were still not connecting.
“Your grandfather sold me the man’s hideout,” he went on. “I tracked him down and ended his life.”
I waited for more, yet he didn’t say anything else.
“That’s it?” I raised my brows. “That’s the big secret? What does that have to do with me?”
“Everything.”
I pulled my head back, confused. “I don’t understand.”
