He loved her lips stretched around his cock while he moved in and out of her mouth, her soft hands cupping his balls, eyes liquid and looking up into his. That was such a turn-on, and the feeling was exquisite. Unbelievable.
He loved his body moving in hers, surrounded by fire, by a fist of hot, wet silk, so tight she was strangling him, dragging his seed right out of him. Most of all, he loved her company. Watching her laugh. The way her face lit up. She could light up the world. She was intelligent and talented when it came to her work. She had compassion in her when he didn’t, but he was learning from her.
“I never want you to think I’m not loving you,” he repeated. “Even when I get harsh with you.” He wished he could feel remorse for those times. He often thought about having her at his mercy, his hand on her bottom, his cock surging in and out of her while she was helpless in cuffs. Every time he thought about it, he grew so hard he was afraid he might shatter.
Her soft laughter was unexpected. “You liked it.”
So, she knew. And she didn’t mind. “Yeah, baby, I liked it. A hell of a lot. I would have done more of the same for you not making it into the safe room, but since you might have saved my life, I thought I’d let it slide.” He loved teasing her. Loved seeing the mock frown on her face and the way she gave him her princess-to-peasant haughty look.
“Might have saved your life?” she echoed. “I totally saved your life. It seems I have to do that quite often. That should get me out of trouble for the next few years.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Next few years? Are you expecting to jack up for the next few years and get away with it because you might have saved my life a time or two?”
“Well,” she hedged. “Maybe not years.”
“I think you’ve forgotten you damaged my property.”
She looked puzzled. “Your property?”
He lifted the hem of the shirt she was wearing. His shirt. She wore her favorite, a button-down flannel that she’d found somewhere. On her it looked sexy. On him, not so much. He slid his hand lightly down the rake mark that ran from the top of her thigh to her calf. It had been very deep and would forever leave a scar.
“My property,” he reiterated.
“Well, that’s true,” she agreed reluctantly. “Maybe not years,” she repeated. “A few months.”
“Now that I look at this, it makes me angry again.” It made him feel sick to his stomach. He hadn’t been there. Thankfully, Vikenti and Zinoviy had done their jobs.
Ania slipped off his lap to the floor, right between his legs, and his cock instantly reacted to the sight of her like that. She covered his growing cock with her palm, rubbing gently, all the while looking up at him innocently, as if she wasn’t trying to distract him.
“I don’t think I want you angry with me, Mitya.”
There was no way to be angry with her, even if he really had cause. Not when she could make every nerve ending in his body come alive the way she did.
“Sit with your back to the ottoman,” he instructed. He liked that the ottoman was low.
She did so immediately.
“Unbutton that shirt and take it off, your panties too.” He stood up, towering over her.
Ania slid each button free and shrugged out of the too-big shirt and then slid the panties from her body. The sight of her breasts added steel to his cock. He went to the end table drawer and retrieved his favorite toys. He loved playing with her. They’d spent nearly the last two weeks in the bedroom, and he’d been a gentle, considerate lover, so conscious of her injury.
The threat of Lazar was over, and in his place, a new enemy had risen, but their coalition would always have new enemies. This one would be no different than all the others. Now that the doctor had told him the wound on Ania’s leg was well on the way to healing and out of danger of infection, he could relax. And he could play. He could have her any way he wanted her.
He crouched down, licked at her nipple and then sucked hard, using tongue and teeth to get her ready. The clamp pinched hard enough to simulate his fingers when he was being rough. He clamped both nipples, smiling wickedly at her hiss of breath as he did so. The double-looped chain hung down, swinging slightly, causing that same sexy hiss. He flicked it once and then moved his hand between her legs to feel her slick heat.
“You like your jewelry, don’t you, kotyonok?”
She couldn’t very well deny it when he had the evidence right there. He waited for her nod before he showed her the vibrator. It was large, thick and shaped very much like his cock. It had bumps on it to rub along every sensitive nerve ending. He held it to her mouth until she opened for him. Once it was wet, he pushed it slowly inside her, fucking her with it for a stroke or two before turning it on low. She gasped. He took her hand and curled her fingers around it.