He has no idea what he does to me.
I keep telling him he’s mine, but the truth is so much darker than that. He owns me—completely. Controls me like a dog on a leash, and I’d let him tighten it until I couldn’t breathe. I would do anything for him. Anything he asked. Anything he needed. Things he’d never think to ask for because he doesn’t understand what he has.
I’ve never been on my knees for anyone but him. Never wanted to be. Never will be again.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’m devoted to him, fully, whether he understands that or not.
Chapter 17
Kelly
Alexei’s sprawled out on the bed with jeans unbuckled and hand resting over his abs with no shirt on. My cock throbs. It’s already hard, but this just makes it worse. He looks unreal, and he wantsme.
He props himself up on his elbows and looks me over, starting at my feet and stopping at the towel at my waist before lifting his eyes to my face.
“I’m so hard right now knowing I get to be inside you,zaychik. Come here.”
I nod so fast it’s pathetic. My feet move before my brain catches up, and as soon as I reach the bed, he yanks the towel off and grabs my waist, dragging me on top of him.
I land on his chest with a gasp and crash my mouth to his. His stubble scratches my chin with each movement. We’re already kissing messy and desperate with tongues pushing, sucking, swirling against each other. I grind against him, while his hands grab my ass and squeeze so hard I moan.
We don’t stop until my lungs burn and I have to pull away to breathe. I blink, panting, lips tingling, heart racing.
The way he looks at me flips something in my stomach. Nothing about it is sweet. It’s raw, starved, consuming—as if hiscontrol just snapped, and I’m about to find out what he’s been holding back.
He grabs my shoulders and flips us, settling over me before taking my mouth. His lips trail down my jaw, then lower. He bites at my neck, pulling a gasp from me, then licks and sucks along my throat, spreading heat in his wake.
“I’ll mark every inch of you so no one forgets who you belong to,” he murmurs against my skin. He moves lower, licking down my chest, biting at my nipple, then further down my stomach. My cock’s already leaking so bad it’s wetting my own chest. It’s pathetic how much of a mess he’s made me.
“Spread your legs. Let me see what’s mine.”
I open up for him. His hands slide under my cheeks, grip my waist. The first flick of his tongue against my hole makes me jolt.
I hold onto his hair tight, pushing him in deeper without thinking.
He pulls back for a second, breath hot. “Fuck, you taste so good.” He’s instantly back on me, tongue swirling, teasing, dragging in maddening motions that make my breath stutter.
He pushes his tongue inside me, slow at first. When a finger slides in with it, my head tips back, and I choke on another sound. My eyes squeeze shut. I tug harder on his hair, desperate for more.
I fumble with one hand, reach over toward the nightstand, grab the lube and condoms, and drop them next to us. He doesn’t even pause.
“I want nothing between us when I’m inside you. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. I want my come dripping out of you, want you full of me.”
I bite my lip. “I’ve been tested. I’m negative.”
He nods. “Me too.”
I trust him.
“Please.”
He mutters something in Russian and shoves his jeans down just enough to free his cock. My mouth goes fucking dry. He’s thick, already leaking, and then he wraps his hand around himself and strokes once. Next, he grabs the lube and slicks up his fingers.
He leans in, and his tongue drags down my stomach, all the way to my cock. His hand wraps around the base and lifts it while his tongue swipes over the tip, catching all the pre-cum. The sound I make is embarrassing, a desperate gasp that I can’t swallow back.
Cold lube-slicked fingers press against my hole and push inside while his mouth closes around the head of my cock. My back arches off the bed, and I’m caught between the two sensations, pleasure radiating from both points until I can’t think straight.
