Her eyes flutter open as she takes in her surroundings. “Where am I?” Her voice is hoarse with sleep.
“In my room. Do you want me to take you to yours?” The suggestion kills me, but if that’s what she wants, then that’s what I’ll do.
She licks her lips softly, unintentionally, but it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen. She’s still practically naked in front of me, her gorgeous nipples begging to be kissed. I clear my throat, glancing toward the white t-shirt on the bed next to us. “Let’s get you dressed.” There’s no way to hide the desire in my voice.
“Do we have to?” She asks as she stares at me with wide, hazy eyes. Her mascara is slightly smudged, her hair is disheveled, and it’s a massive effort to keep my sanity in place.
“You’re tired, sweetheart.”
“I don’t think I am.” Her breathy voice sends a zing to my already hardening cock. She bites into her full bottom lip before both of her hands lift to her breasts. She rolls the rock-hard nubs between her fingers, and her eyes roll to the back of her head.
On a growl, I drop the shirt and smash my lips to hers. She lets out a surprised squeal, but I barely register it. I was trying to be a gentleman. I was trying to give her space to rest. But fuck, if she wants this, who am I to deny her?
With our lips still connected, I slip the rest of her dress off, repeating the process on her barely there panties. Her skin is warm and soft, and my hands can’t get enough of it. Finally, they find their way to those mouth-watering breasts. The way she moans as I brush my hand over her nipples makes me dizzy with need.
One hand travels lower, to her core, finding her drenched. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.”
“Mmhm.” She grinds into my hand as her breath turns to panting. I want to bring her to orgasm, but she doesn’t let me. Instead, her desperate pleas fill the room. “Fuck me, Leon, please. I need to feel you inside me.”
My cock throbs in my pants, aching for release. This wasn’t my plan, but her wish is my command. In record time, I take my clothes off and place Alex on her side. Spooning her back, I align every inch of my body with hers. My mouth trails over her neck, my hand brushing over her back until her skin prickles. I guess she doesn’t appreciate the wait because she rubs her round ass over my cock, making pre-cum leak from the top.
Unable to wait any longer, I line my cock with her entrance and place a hand on her hip. On an exhale, I slip all the way inside of her.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I mutter out as she moans. Nothing, and I repeat, nothing, can prepare me for the feeling of slipping into her wet heat bare. No matter how many times I do it, each time is better. Like her pussy molds itself to my cock, practicing the way to grip it perfectly.
Wrapping an arm around her belly, I pump into her, gritting my teeth to stop myself from prematurely ejaculating like this is my first time. In a way, it is. Because this — Alex’s soft moans echoing the walls of my bedroom, every inch of her skin connected to mine as her pussy hugs me so tightly — isn’t fucking. It’s making love.
If I had any doubt about loving her before, it’d be fully gone now. It’s not just my cock that is rejoicing. No, my heart grows twice its size inside my chest, expanding my ribs to the point of elation. My lips and hands can’t part with her flesh, like they depend on her to live. My nose breathes her in like she’s my oxygen.
“Is this good for you, baby? You like me fucking you?” I nibble her earlobe, eliciting a whimper.
“Yes,” she breathes out. “Fuck, yes. You’re so deep.”
As my orgasm becomes impossible to hold off, I slip a hand between her legs, rubbing quick circles around her clit. Her pussy tightens around my cock. I quicken my thrusts, and my release starts at the base of my spine. It builds and builds until it can’t be contained. It slips out of me in quick bursts, rendering me speechless. She clenches around me, her climax only prolonging mine, as my bones rattle with pleasure.
When both of our breaths settle, I land a kiss on her shoulder, inching out of her. Her hand wraps around the wrist that I’ve placed on her hip. “Don’t,” she whispers. “Just stay like that.” Her voice trails off, and within seconds, her breathing deepens, a clear sign she’s fallen asleep. I follow right behind, her warmth lulling me to sleep.
My heart pumps like crazy as Dom and I wait for Luka in a garage of an office building downtown. I wouldn’t call it fear. There’s no weight in my stomach or sweat on my hands as I stare at the chipped paint on the badly maintained walls. The girl is mine at last, my brother is safe and back, and tonight will be the closure of the mindless, useless war between the Croats and the Russians. I think the safest bet would be to call it excitement.
Luka appears in my vision, pacing toward us with deliberate steps. He’s in his signature outfit — black cargo pants, black military boots and a black shirt. He also sports a black gym bag, and there’s no doubt about what’s inside. Guns.
He gets in the back seat, unzipping the bag immediately and starts preparing his weapons.
“So, what’s the plan? How many men do we have? How many men are we expecting there?”
I glance at Dom, suppressing a chuckle. “You won’t be needing any of that. Matter of fact, they won’t let you in with any of that,” I respond and see his eyes widen in the rearview mirror.
“What do you mean? Is that supposed to be a joke?”
I release a sigh. “Look. We tried to do things your way. It failed to deliver desired results. I’m the head of the family now. So I think it’s time we do things my way.”
“Your way? What the hell is your way?”
“You’ll see. Just stand next to me and try to be polite. He’ll be apprehensive enough seeing the way you’re dressed.”
“What’s wrong with my…” He huffs. “You know what? Never mind. Lead the way,šefe.”
I smirk as Dom starts the car. Only a few minutes later, we’re parking in front of our destination. Except for the security guy sitting behind a long, shiny desk, the lobby is empty. The marble floors and the grandiose chandelier make it look more like a ballroom than a foyer of an office building. The man eyes us from head to toe, judging Luka with every second that passes. Maybe I should have warned him about the dress code. It would be a nice thing to do. But he did disappear for months, making me think he was kidnapped. I guess being underdressed with a black eye isn’t so bad.
