She's quiet for a moment, processing this. "You killed them. The people attacking the house."
"Some of them. My men killed the others." I watch her face, trying to gauge her reaction. "They were trying to get to you, Liesl. I wasn't going to let that happen."
"I know." Her voice is small and fragile. "I knew you wouldn't."
Something in her tone makes my chest tighten. She sounds so certain, so absolutely sure that I would come for her, that I would protect her, that I would kill anyone who tried to hurt her.
And she's right. I would. I would burn the entire world down before I let anyone take her from me.
"Come here," I tell her, my voice rough, and she hesitates, her eyes still on the blood. Then she moves across the seat toward me, slowly, like she's approaching something dangerous. I pull her onto my lap, positioning her so she's straddling me, her knees on either side of my hips. She makes a small sound of surprise but doesn't resist. Her hands come up to rest on myshoulders, careful not to touch the blood on my shirt. "You're shaking," I murmur.
"I'm scared." The admission is barely audible. "I was so scared, Andrei. I heard the gunfire and I didn't know if?—"
I cut her off with a kiss, hard and demanding, claiming her mouth like I claimed her body before, like I want to claim every part of her until there's nothing left that isn't mine. She gasps against my lips, and then she's kissing me back with equal desperation, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her body pressing against mine.
The kiss tastes like fear and relief, and this thing that's been building between us since the moment I first saw her tied to that chair. Something that's only gotten stronger with every touch, every word, every moment we've spent together.
I break the kiss to trail my mouth down her throat, feeling her pulse racing beneath my lips. She tilts her head back, and the trust in that gesture nearly undoes me. She's giving herself to me. Offering herself. Even now, even after everything she's seen, everything she knows I'm capable of.
"Andrei." Her voice is a low whimper, low enough that only I can hear it. "I need—I need?—"
"I know what you need,ptitsa." I bite down gently on the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder, and she moans. "I know exactly what you need."
Viktor is in the front seat, so I don't undress her. But she's wearing soft lounge shorts, and I nudge them to one side, finding the edge of her panties and pulling them aside, too. In the dark of the car and the woods around us on either side of the road, it's hard to see what we might be doing back here.
With my other hand, I cup her breast, and she gasps softly. I run my thumb over her nipple through the thin bralette she's wearing beneath it, and I feel it pebble beneath the pad of my finger. "Beautiful," I murmur. "So fucking beautiful."
Her hand goes to the zipper of my pants frantically, and I lift my hips so that she can undo it, freeing my cock. Her palm wraps around it, pressing against the piercings, and I bite back a groan as I pick her up just enough to angle myself between us. I grab her hips and grind her down against my erection, letting her feel how hard I am, how much I want her. She gasps and rocks against me, seeking friction, relief from the tension coiling between us.
"I need to be inside you," I tell her, my voice rough with need and low in her ear. "Right now. Can't wait."
"Yes, please, Andrei, I need—" Her hand strokes along my length, feeling the piercings, and I see the flash of nervousness cross her face—she's still not entirely used to them, to the way they feel inside her.
Good.I want her to feel every inch of me. I want her to remember this every time she moves tomorrow.
She's already wet—I can feel it when I slide my fingers through her folds. "So ready for me," I murmur. "Always so ready,ptitsa."
I position her over my cock and pull her down in one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She clenches her teeth and bites her lip hard enough to draw blood against the sound that threatens to escape her mouth. The sensation is overwhelming—her tight heat surrounding me, the piercings dragging against her inner walls. "Fuck," I grit out. "So tight. So perfect."
I don't give her time to adjust. I can't—the need is too urgent, too desperate. I grip her hips and start moving her, lifting and lowering her on my cock in a brutal rhythm, short movements that could look like the bouncing of the car if Viktor looks back. She meets me thrust for thrust, her eyes fixed on mine.
But it doesn't take long before I know he can't possibly be in the dark about what we're doing, even though he keeps his eyes fixed firmly ahead. The pleasure is too much. Liesl's gasps,my muffled groans clenched between my teeth… we aren't quiet enough. We can't be. But I don't fucking care anymore.
Let him hear. Let everyone know that she's mine.
"Touch yourself," I growl. "Make yourself come on my cock."
She obeys immediately, one hand dropping between us to find her clit. I watch her face as she touches herself, watch the pleasure build in her expression, watch her get closer and closer to the edge as I rock her back and forth on my throbbing cock.
Fuck. She feels so fucking good. I can't ever stop, can't ever let her go. Nothing has ever been like this.
Her inner muscles start to flutter around me, squeezing my cock in rhythmic pulses. She's close, so close. I thrust up harder, angling to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars, and she shatters.
Her orgasm crashes through her with enough force to make her whole body convulse. She bites her lip hard again, her pussy clamping down on me, and I follow her over the edge. I come hard, emptying myself inside her, the hot flood of my cum intensifying the sensations as I fuck it into her, wanting it all as deeply inside of her as it can go.
Mine. She's mine.And I'm never letting her go.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, her body draped over mine and my cock still buried inside her. I can feel my release leaking out around my shaft, the way she's still trembling with aftershocks.
