She lowers her head to re-create every fantasy I’ve ever had involving her. She sucks my head between her lips before sliding downwards, taking me deeper with each pass until hitting the back of her throat. I suck air deep into my lungs, and she refuses to let up.
Her tongue flutters along my underside, and any praise I may have been able to give her is lapped away by soft hands and a softer tongue and the control she retains over me. When her cheeks hollow, sucking me in tight, my hips thrust off the couch, and every curse word imaginable runs through my mind.
Unable to help myself, I touch her throat. Her eyes flash up to me, cheeky and determined, before she moans and slides me from her mouth, instead pressing open mouthed kisses up and down my length.
“Fina…”
She moans, her tongue circling my head a few times as she glances at me. The sight—that’s what does it. Hair in my grip, I push her further onto me, careful of her gag reflex. She swallows, scraping her nails up my thigh as she forfeits control and lets me finish down her throat.
Blinding lights the precise shade of white vanilla and peach orange consume my vision until it’s only her. Only ever her…forever.
Serafina Mancini owns me. What she chooses to do with me after this is up to her.
As my cock softens in her mouth, she slowly pulls off me, and I fall limp against the couch before pulling her back on my lap.
“Was it alright?”
Grasping the back of her neck, I yank her against my chest, answering her with a kiss. She tastes like me. It’s heady and sends a bout of possession through my veins, one I’ve never felt before. One I’ve neverwantedto feel with other women.
“Better than alright.” My thumb traces the curve of her mouth as her lips part just enough so the creamy evidence of my cum is visible on her tongue. It twists my insides with the same possessive sensation.
Serafina may be meant for more, but fuck, I’ll keep her while I can. I’ll be selfish with the one person in the world who makes me feel like a regular man.
I tuck her into my side while she chooses a movie for us to watch, kicking her legs up over my knees. It’s the most natural position in the world, and she’s asleep before the opening credits roll.
Rather than watching the movie, I watch her, praying my sister doesn’t come downstairs. There’d no explaining this one.
40
SERAFINA
“Knock, knock.” Vanessa leans on my doorframe, Veles pushing past her. “Ana mentioned Lev’s taking you to the ballet. Unfortunately, there’s a dress code.”
Is there?“Oh. I have a dress that’d work, I think. A sundress.” It’s hanging in the attached closet. Given we’re approaching winter, most of my dresses stayed back in Italy.
“These things are a bit more formal than sundresses, so I’ve come to see if you’d like to go shopping with me?” Suddenly, the confident Pakhan dissipates into the woman I envision her being beneath Ursin’s control—nervous. “We’ve hardly spent any time together, and you’ve been here for a while. I’d really like to get to know you.”
Shopping with my sister. Such a basic activity to others, but something neither of us assumed we’d have.
“I’d like that.”
“I’m free now, but if you’re busy studying, we can go another day.” She scans my laptop and textbooks spread all over the bed.
With Lev working to track down the mansion’s other resident I’ve yet to meet—Dimitri, who apparently tried to quit the Bratvaand is now ignoring all communication from him and Vanessa—I opted to work up here and give him privacy.
I move everything to the side and retrieve my phone. “There’s always studying to be done, so now works.”
“Wonderful.” Her tone and matching smile make me hopeful it’s a genuine response.
Vanessa takes me to some ritzy bouquet in Moscow where the main colour is white of every shade. Sheer curtains drape many of the windows, and the walls that aren’t made of glass are painted a vibrant white. White leather couches are scattered around, and the lights are an unfortunate luminescence that burns my eyes.
By the door, Vanessa’s two soldiers linger, not fitting in whatsoever. Their black outfits that appear straight from the front lines of a battle are everything opposite of the shop’s princess suite vibes.
She explained she doesn’t usually take extra protection when in her own territory, but today, she chose to. While not stating it’s because of me, I figured that one out for myself.
After Vanessa greets the staff, one rushes off to get “Miss Volkov and her friend a drink.”
Once we’re alone, Vanessa leans closer. “This place reminds me of the past. I avoid it unless absolutely necessary.”
