I wanted her heart.
Her soul.
Her future.
And that chance was being ripped away from us both. Eduard had made it clear that he’d already approved Viktor’s proposal. Katya had no say in the matter. Alex had warned me off, using every ounce of his Bratva domineering attitude. Best friends or not, he was in charge in this matter and he would use every inch of his sway to fulfill his duties. I knew he thought he had my best intentions at heart. In his eyes, he was saving my life by sending me away. But in my eyes--in my heart--he was killing me. Sentencing me to a life without Katya. They were sending me back to the states, back home, to take point on finishing the investigation into Ivan’s associates, purposely keeping me as far away from Katya as they could get me until she was married, until our chance had been well and truly stolen from us.
But they should have known by now--I was stubborn. Determined. I got what I fucking wanted.
And I wanted Katya.
We were next to the kitchen counter now, and I lifted her up to rest against its cool quartz surface. Her beautiful tan ass spread against the speckled surface and I kneaded it roughly, not caring if I left pale bruises. If she had to marry Viktor, let him know that I’d been here first. That my mark would always be on her,even when it faded away.
I pulled out of her, pressing the tip of my dick against her velvety folds. She was slick, moisture glistening at her entrance. Her body arched towards me and her hands reached for me. She threaded her fingers together at the base of my neck and pulled me towards her. We kissed, mouths and tongues and teeth mashing together in desperate passion.
“Oh, Nik. God. Nik,” she breathed against me, her breath sweet and spicy with the flavors of warm liquor. “I love you, Nik,” she crooned, pulling away from our embrace long enough to gaze at me probingly. “I never realized it before. I don’t know when it happened. But I love you.”
I reached up, stroking two fingers gently down her face.
“I love you too,” I murmured, meaning the words with every fiber of my broken, bloody past. With every golden shred of possibility in my future. I meant it with my killer’s hands, my tainted heart, and with the body that I’d used too often with too many meaningless women. “I love you, Katya,” I said it again, with more force, so that she’d know that I’d never said these words before. Not to anyone.
And I never would again.
Katya was it for me.
She was my beginning and my end.
“I can’t marry Viktor,” she gasped out on a sob.
“Youwon’tmarry him,” I promised, knowing that I was likely going to get myself killed in the process of keeping that promise.
“Just be with me now,” she said sadly. Knowing the consequences that awaited us both if we continued on this path.
And she was right. At this moment, that’s where we needed to be. Here, together. No thoughts for tomorrow.
Fighting the inevitable the only way we could.
Protesting with our bodies.
Loving each other in the moments we had left.
I pushed back into her, feeling her body stretch and squeeze around me, milking me with vigor. Katya closed her eyes, throwing her head back and moaning at the pleasure of it.
I pumped into her, hips working in a frenzy, faster and harder and faster and harder, until we were both groaning as the pangs of orgasm began shooting through our bodies.
Reaching between us, I slipped two fingers into her folds to massage her clit. I circled the hard bead, continuing to fuck her with all of my energy. I wanted her to crest the highest goddamn wave and come crashing down while riding the most intense release of her life.
She supported herself against the counter with one arm and lifted the other hand to pinch her nipples and slap gently at her breasts. Her eyes were closed, lips parted slightly. God, she was so fucking gorgeous.
She’d always be mine.
Even married to someone else.
Even the mother of someone else’s kids.
Those thoughts were arrows to my heart.I couldn’t let her marry someone else. I couldn’t let that happen. But how far was I willing to go?
I worked her over, tips of my fingers against her clit and dick inside her body. She abandoned her breasts to grip her throat, squeezing gently, her eyelashes fluttering. I moved in and out, in and out, until we both came in a rush of feeling, panting against each other’s bodies, as the world fell away around us.
