Page 5 of Claimed By my Ex’s Uncle

"Don’t worry," he murmured. "None of them will dare disturb us."

He turned his head to kiss me again, and our tongues hungered for each other as he pulled me down against his bulge, my bare pussy grinding on the outside of his slacks. He grinned against my mouth at the sounds I made, growing needier and needier with every passing second, unable to think about anything other than how much I wanted him, how willing I was to do anything he wanted me to as long as he gave me what I wanted.

"Tell me what you need," he whispered, the words tracing their shape against my lips.

My head was so scrambled, I couldn’t come up with an answer at first, but eventually, I managed to moan back to him, hoping that would be enough to convince him that I was ready.

"You’re going to need to do better than that," he teased me, flexing his hips up against me roughly.

I moaned again, trying to remember what it felt like to be able to speak.

"Come on, I know you can do it," he said.

I finally parted my lips, forcing the words out of my mouth, pleading with him for what I needed more than anything in the world.

"I want you to fuck me," I gasped out at last.

And that seemed to be all the invitation he needed to give me what he’d been holding back on. He slipped his hand to his zipper and tugged it down just far enough that he could pull his erection into his fist, grabbing my hip with his other hand to bring me just an inch or two above his cock.

"There you go, baby," he said as he slowly dragged my hips down on top of him, watching my folds part to envelop his cock for the first time. I grasped the back of the chair, placing my other hand against his chest to steady myself, just letting the pressure of it build and build inside me as he fed inch after inch of his erection into me.

"That’s it," he encouraged me, smoothing a hand over the small of my back once I settled into his lap. "Just sit there. Feel me inside you."

He kissed me softly as he began to grind his hips up into mine, but it didn’t take long until he moved with more purpose, once he saw that I was capable of taking every inch of his length at once.

My nails sank into his shoulders for leverage as he drove himself up and into me, his gaze not moving from my face, as if he was enjoying every second of my reaction.

"You look so good with my cock inside you," he whispered to me, and the words seated themselves, white-hot, into my memory in an instant.

I dropped my hips onto him a little further, the sounds of our bodies coming together filling the small space of the cabin around us. I was distantly aware of the engines below, the clinking of our glasses on the table beyond as he moved into me over and over again, but all I could focus on was the pleasure starting to build to near-unbearable levels between my legs.

"Tell me how it feels," he ordered me as he leaned back for a moment, his gaze roving all over my body as I pressed my hips to his.

"It feels... it feels so full," I confessed.

That seemed to please him. A grin spread over his lips.

"And what else?"

"Feels so good," I panted out as I stirred myself against him, feeling myself rocket towards the edge.

He slipped his hand to my lower belly, flattening his palm there and reaching down so he could play with my clit as he continued to thrust up and into me. The sudden dual stimulation makes me cry out, and I forget that anyone else was on this plane, that there was anyone else in this whole goddamn sky other than the two of us right now. My orgasm was building fast, the insides of my thighs twitching as I started to close in on my climax.

Ilya’s tongue swept along the inside of my bottom lip, and that was all it took to push me over the edge, my body collapsing into his as I spasm on top of him.

He held me there, gripping my hips as he continued to hold himself there inside me. The pulsations of my walls around him was all it took to push him into his own release, and a few seconds later, I felt his warm seed flooding me. I clutched onto his shirt, the fabric balling in my hand, and tried to commit as much of this moment to memory as I could—the way he felt, smelled. The way he looked at me, those eyes so dark, they almost looked black in this light.

Because this might be the last time that I ever had anything to do with this family. But damn, I made sure that I went out with a bang.

And this was something that I would never forget.

Chapter 3

Rose – Present Day

I shift in my seat as I glance at the clock. Only ten minutes until my appointment, and Petar still hasn’t shown his face. I don’t know what I expected deep down, but a part of me had been deluding myself into thinking that he might do the right thing for once in his stupid life.

But clearly, I’m an idiot. I called him on the day that I found out to tell him about the pregnancy. I told him that I had made this appointment, a blood draw at the GP that would confirm right then and there whether or not I was really pregnant.