“Andre!” She bucked up. She screamed. She fisted the sheets and cried out so loudly, it was wicked music to my ears.
Kissing my way back up her body, I lingered at her tits, suckling and nipping at the huge swells.
“More. Please, more.” She never had to beg, but when I reached down to remove the toy from her ass where it was partly in, she shook her head. “No. Leave it.”
I grinned, kissing her hard as I impaled her soaked pussy with my cock. The pressure was insane, more intense, with her ass partially full, tighter and snugger. I could barely hold on for enough strokes into her before she splintered apart for me in a second orgasm. Her walls clamped down on me, clenching and squeezing, milking me dry as I followed her to bliss.
It didn’t matter—morning, afternoon, or night, she was always ready to play with me. To hold me. To see how much we could give each other in the most forbidden, sensual way two people could come together.
Balancing the increase of work demands and spending as much time as I could with her, I felt twisted into living two different existences. I wanted to be with her, learning every inch of her, but I respected that my father needed me to step back into my responsibilities as his key negotiator and right-hand man.
“She’s not bored?” I asked my sister one evening when I was stuck out at a meeting with Oleg.
Leaving Sofia at home without anything to do felt wrong. But an easy solution was found in her hanging out with my sister,talking about how they could potentially be classmates in a nursing program. Their budding friendship was just one more facet to making sure Sofia would want to stay with me for as long as possible.
“Bored?” Anya laughed lightly. “No, we’re not bored.”
I sat back in my seat, smiling slightly as I looked out the window.
“What’s that smirk for?” Oleg asked.
“Hmm? Nothing in particular.”
He rolled his eyes. “Sofia?”
I grinned, not caring if he called me out on being pussy-whipped by her. I was, dammit. And it felt good. Freeing. Like Kismet. “She’s perfect.”
“You haven’t known her for long,” he pointed out.
“Maybe I don’t need to.”
“You’re that serious about her? Does your father know?”
I shot him a scowl. “My father doesn’t matter. I don’t need his permission to be with a woman like her.”
He shrugged. “I’m merely pointing out that she was an enigma when she showed up, out of the blue like that.”
“Sofia was hired from an agency to replace Susana when she retired. She didn’t show up out of the blue.”
Oleg didn’t comment, but I already understood he was being guarded with how deeply I was falling under the spell of obsessing over this newfound goodness in my life.
The rest of the drive continued in silence, but his attitude needled at me. Any time any of us at the top found someone to hold on to, there was suspicion. Doubt. Second-guessing and skepticism. My father, my cousins, and I represented a lot of power and influence. And wealth. Many women would kill to be in Claire’s position, claiming the Pakhan of the Orlov Bratva. And many others would envy Natalie for taking Sergei off the market.
Countless others would covet Sofia’s position, too.
Yet, she was the one I’d found. The one I’d discovered that sharply instant attraction for. The only one who clicked with me despite how much of a stubborn fight she’d put up in stating that we were too forbidden of a pair to make it work.
A nagging worry bothered me as we slowly journeyed through the city.
How was she not taken, though?
I couldn’t believe my luck that she’d landed on my lap like she had, appearing as my maid even though she didn’t seem to be crazy about the job. It seemed too coincidental that she happened to be available formeto encounter and need.
It’s not that hard to believe, though. She’s been working and going to school. Caring for her cousin. She probably didn’t have ample time to date and socialize and be out there.
That was part of why I wanted to bend over backward and show her how I could make her life better. Without stress about money. Like Claire said, though, she wasn’t open to accepting charity.
No, that’s not true.
