18
KALINA
The next night, Alexsei asked if I wanted him to make me feel good in my bedroom.
“So you don’t have to worry about being too loud.”
A naughty thrill ran through me as I nodded, nervous but excited.
He made me come again, using his lips and tongue on my breasts and his fingers in my pussy.
The following night, he came to my room and asked if I wanted him to help me feel good.
That time, he used his mouth on me again, playing with my clit while I kept my fingers in his hair. He let me push his mouth to me how I wanted him to go.
Last night, he sat on my bed as I kissed him, topless. When he claimed he couldn’t stand it anymore, he flipped me onto my back so he could finger me while he stroked his big dick. He came, shooting spurts of his creamy white cum onto the sheets.
Something about the headiness of power—that I was a good girl for him and that he was so turned on that he could come—was too addicting. The whole next day, I was an impatient mess, desperate for our stolen nights together. That was when I shyly asked if I could use my mouth on him. And I did, surprised and oddly turned on when he came and spilled his cum into my throat.
He didn’t need to tell me that he wanted to make me feel good anymore. I knew it. Heshowedme how. And not once did he give me the fear of being bred. Of being controlled. So patient and gentle, he let me tell him what I wanted and how. He left all the choices up to me. It culminated in the most sensual illusion that I could be free to live my life as I wanted to.
Not as a transaction. Not as a thing to sell off. But a living, breathing, sexual woman who could pursue pleasure without any guilt. Without any ugly expectations behind any of it as well.
The next day, I got it in my head that Alexsei could sneak me aside for another stolen kiss.
We didn’t touch or do anything at all in the daytime. Not in front of Misha. Never.
But here and there, he’d catch me in the kitchen and sneak a kiss. Once, when Misha was too impatient to run outside and play in the snow, Alexsei hugged me close and squeezed my ass as we made out like we were starving for each other.
That was why I followed him toward the smallest room of the cabin. It was narrow and lined with books, maybe like a library or study, but with him in here, and with how he always seemed larger than life in any room he was in, there wasn’t much space left for me.
He looked up, on the phone, and smiled at me. Out the window, he saw Misha dashing out into the snow. I intended to go with him, a fan of the open outdoors and fresh air. But I’d hoped to snag a secret minute with this Mafia man who was becoming my secret lover.
Taking my hand, he pulled me closer until I stood in front of him. This way, with my back against his chest, we were both watching Misha out there. He laughed and talked to one of the guards who patrolled the woody perimeter.
“I’m not sure that would be any safer,” he said into the call on speaker. He held the phone with one hand, but with his other, he brushed my hair off my neck so he could kiss me there.
Closing my eyes, I leaned against him and tilted my head to the side to give him access. As I sagged against him, he moved his hand lower to unzip my jeans and slide his fingers down to rub over my pussy.
While he’s on a call!
The naughtiness of it all turned me on more.
That was, until the caller spoke.
“Erik’s looking. There’s no doubt about it. But we’ve made sure that nothing can be traced to the cabin.”
I froze.
Erik.
My past.
If my brother was hunting me down…
Alexsei sighed behind me, withdrawing his hand and zipping me back up. It seemed like I vaguely heard the rest of the call, with this man named Simon, but all the words came through as gibberish, like it was coming to me through underwater.
“Kalina.” Alexsei didn’t try to turn me to face him after he ended the call. He stepped around me to stand in front of me, blocking the window.
