Her lips remained tight around my cock, cosseting it as she fucked my knife, finally finding her own release.
I felt that too.
Her scream made her throat pulse around my shaft, the ultimate chef’s kiss to a night I’d never forget.
And not because we’d shaped the future…
But because, once again, I was reminded that she’d always be a part of mine.
FORTY-SEVEN
STAN
Rory: Why do you want to know about Turgenev and Levin?
Checking our message thread after I showered, I replied:
Me: I’ll tell you later today when I’m back in the city
Seeing that Kitty was still asleep, I let her rest, mostly because I hoped to catch Taube or Ilya alone at the breakfast table.
Something about the pair of them made me think neither slept well.
And I was right.
Burdened souls were never granted eight hours of rest…
There they both sat, despite it barely being six AM, and they changed the subject once they heard my approach.
How did I know?
An assassin and a Russian mobster did not discuss the drapes in the breakfast nook.
Porca troia,did they think I was an idiot?
I slipped into a seat opposite them. “Are you going to call Chad today?”
“Fucking men,” she squawked. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m sick of penises. Consider yourself lucky that Kitty’s taken or I’d be sniffing around her.”
“You’re bi?”
“Thatis what you take from my statement?”
“What else is there to take from it? I’m not worried you’ll steal her from me. She isn’t sick ofmypenis yet.”
Ilya cackled and wafted a piece of pineapple he’d speared onto a fork at me. “Touché.”
“Fuck off, Ilya.”
“What did he do? I have a right to know, seeing as it led to that whole mess with calling her while I was torturing Dante.”
The sound of her knife scraping against bone china was overly loud. “A woman should know what she’s sleeping with.”
“Meaning that Chad kept you in the dark about something?”
