Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“I want you, Lyoshka.”
Those words are exactly what I need from her. And it should bother me that she knows that. That she has seen this part of me. But when I bury my cock deep inside of her, it doesn’t bother me at all.
She is so wet for me. So pliable to me. She allows me to take her as I please. To suck on her throat and wrap her legs around me and let me all the way in.
I like that. I like it very much.
But I want even more from her.
I pick her up and adjust our position so that we are both sitting upright. She is in my lap. On my cock. Taking me as deep as it will go. Her hands are on my shoulders, and then in my hair as I watch her. Fucking her face to face. So close I won’t miss any of her expressions. Her sighs or the flutter of her lashes.
“Let me hear your voice,” I tell her.
She pulls me closer, her lips finding my ear. Her teeth grazing it as her hot breath hardens my cock to the point of unbearable pain.
“I want you,” she tells me again. “I want you too much, Alexei.”
“Lyoshka,” I grunt. “That is what you call me.”
“Lyoshka,” she murmurs into my ear. “You have the power to destroy me.”
“I won’t,” I assure her, but I know it is a lie.
She doesn’t argue. She kisses my throat and I fuck her hard and deep. Her body contracting around mine. Sucking me in and squeezing my cock.
It is too much. And I come inside of her, thinking about her pregnant with my child. I want to start a family with her. And I am impatient with that desire.
I won’t admit the reasons why. To myself or to her.
“Come.” I lay her down and position my body beside hers, patting my chest. “Lay with me.”
She curls into my side and rests her face against the place where my heart beats. Her finger tapping out the rhythm on my skin. My other arm curls around her body and I kiss her forehead.
“You will sleep in my bed from now on, Solynshko. My wife should be in my bed every night.”
33
Talia
I am woken by Alexei’s arm wrapping around my waist as he slips his cock inside of me from behind.
He takes me twice this morning. Kissing my throat and murmuring things in Russian. And once he is sated, he leaves me in bed to rest while he showers.
Magda pokes her head in the door, and when she sees me in his bed, a smile lights up her face.
“Miss Talia,” she says. “I was looking for you.”
She seems happy. And I feel uncomfortable. There is hope in her eyes. So much hope.
“I have breakfast for you. Would you like to take it in here?”
My eyes move around the room, filled with Alexei’s things. It still feels too unfamiliar, so I shake my head.
“In my room is fine.”
She nods and disappears down the hall, just as Alexei re-enters with a towel wrapped around his waist. There are still droplets of water on his skin and hair as he turns and rifles through his closet. I watch the muscles of his back expand and admire his frame.
Beautiful. Strong. Solid.
When he turns, he catches me looking. It does not seem to faze him as he removes his towel and reveals his plump cock, hanging heavy down his leg.
He is pure male.
It makes me curious all over again. Why he is with me. He could have any woman he wanted. But he does not act that way. There is nothing arrogant about him.
He is simply a force of calm. A flash of pale blue in the otherwise dark and tumultuous storm of my life.
I watch him put on his briefs, the muscles of his thighs contracting as he snaps the waist band into place.
“Tell me what you are thinking,” he says.
“I was wondering why you didn’t marry Katya.”
My question makes his brows draw together. I expect evasion. But I don’t receive it.
“She slept with my brother,” is his honest reply.
“Nikolai.”
The jerk of his chin is his answer.
I digest those words and watch him put on his trousers, followed by another charcoal gray sweater. And then a shoulder holster.
“Nikolai said that she wouldn’t give this up,” I tell him. “That she wouldn’t give you up.”
“She has no choice.” Alexei dismisses the thought with a wave of his hand. “She won’t cause trouble.”
“How can you be sure?”
He meets my gaze, his words carrying a hint of threat as he speaks. “Because she would die if the truth were revealed. You never betray a Vor.”
“Do you think that I would betray you?” I ask. “Is that why you didn’t want me speaking to Nikolai?”
He turns away from me and shrugs into his jacket and flat cap. A sure sign that he is leaving somewhere, which I don’t like.