I reached down, pushing two fingers between my folds, warm wetness already springing to life. I dipped my fingertips into my opening, dampening them, and then I moved upwards to touch my already-firm clit. I rubbed circles, over and over again, feeling the rise and fall of building sensation between my legs.
Groaning, I pulled away just as an orgasm wanted to crest. I pushed my fingers back into my opening, pumping in and out to rub against the inner walls and tease my body.
“I want to see you,” I begged softly, not slowing down, continuing to work myself as my body surged, sending a rush of sticky fluids down to soak my legs and the towel beneath me. I was close. But, god, I wanted to see him. “Let me look at you,” I begged.
“Move the camera,” he finally said, his gaze hooded, his voice thick with desire.
I shifted against the floor, placing my body so that I could watch Alexander as he watched me. With my free hand, I kneaded at my breasts and pulled my nipples sharply, every now and then slapping at my skin and leaving angry red welts behind. Alexander ate it up, his eyes glued to my body as his own hand moved up and down his cock.
I felt uninhibited. I felt free.
Alexander's heated gaze on me, spurred me on, daring me to do more. To show him more. I wanted him to remember this, remember me. To think of our brief moments when he was with another woman and had moved on from me. My body was all I had to give him.
My fingers moved back to my clit and I flicked and pinched, and when I finally couldn’t stand it anymore, I moved in a circular motion, running fingertips around the hard nodule until the wave began to crest again. I refused to stop, tilting my head back and closing my eyes.
“Goddamn, Marisha. Don’t stop,” he growled almost desperately.
I giggled softly at his enthusiasm, the shooting sensations of an almost orgasm rocketing through my body. And then it hit me, and I had to slam my hand over my mouth and remind myself that Ivan was in the other room and he would be furious at me taking pleasure for myself, even if he didn’t know about Alexander’s involvement.
I kept rubbing as the euphoria slid away. I kept touching and moving my fingers until I was hit with a second sharp explosion of tender release. My eyes were closed, but I heard Alexander succumb to his own wave of pleasure. I looked quickly, finding his head tilted back against the seat, his hand milking hot white cum from the tip of his cock, beads of sticky paleness dripping down his fingers.
I laughed softly again; I couldn’t help myself.
Alexander was moving in the car, reaching out of view and coming back with a pile of napkins. His gaze met mine.
“I wasn’t intending on phone sex tonight,” he smiled, keeping his eyes locked with mine as he wiped up the cum.
“It wasn’t exactly on my agenda either,” I breathed out, panting for air and reaching down to wipe myself with the yellow towel.
“I need to see you, Marisha.” He pushed himself into his pants, zipping slowly and pulling the phone from its dash stand.
“Alexander, we can’t keep doing this. We can’t keep taking chances. Ivan will—”
“Marisha, I told you. I’m not scared of him. He’s pathetic. Weak. A goddamn blowhard.” His face was twisting, anger surfacing to rush away the aftereffects of orgasming.
“Stop, I know.” I sat up, bringing the phone with me. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you. I want you so badly, Alexander. But we’re going to get caught. And do you know what happens when we do?”
He didn’t reply, his eyes looking away from me and out his driver’s side window. He did know.Of course he knew. The danger I put myself in simply by talking to him, let alone fucking him, was a strangling reality if I gave it too much thought.
“See, you know. You know what will happen, you just don’t want to face it,” I said. “He’ll punish me. Hurt me… most likely kill me.”
His eyes narrowed. “He’ll do no such fucking thing to you.” his jaw was tense, his back teeth clamped tightly.
I hated to end this. Hated to think we’d never have another moment together and I’d be stuck with Ivan forever. But sooner or later I had to face facts.
“I can protect you,” he said, but we both knew that was a lie. I was Ivan’s property for him to do as he wanted. I had no rights. I had no freedom. We both knew Bratva rules between men and women.
I pulled the towel tighter around myself. “If anyone finds out, we’ll both be ruined,” I soothed, hating the taste of the words in my mouth. I didn’t want his life to be destroyed any more than I wanted mine to be. And I realized with a sudden sharp awareness that this was becoming more than a fling.So much more.
“I don’t care, Marisha. Ineedto see you.” He focused back on me, and his expression was resolute and unshakeable. “I’ll text you with the details. And you’ll be there. Period.”
The phone blinked, my screen going back to the default wallpaper.
I couldn’t say no to Alexander, not because he was Bratva royalty, but because… every cell in my body wanted him to touch me again. No,I needed him to touch me again, like I wouldn’t survive without him. Like he was oxygen, and I was a depleted planet where all the flowers were dying.
Hurriedly, I deleted all evidence I could of our messages and video chat.
I hated leaving the bathroom and crawling into bed with Ivan. The plush mattress and silky bedding were better more than nails and sandpaper.
