She has to keep herself up with her left arm, so she can’t wrap her fingers around me.
Reaching down, I take hold of my cock and pump it once. Rosalie’s eyes widen, then she admits, “That’s freaking hot.”
I pump my cock again, and when her lips part and close around the head, I brush my thumb over her lips that are stretched around my girth.
“Jesus,moyaMalen'kaya Roza. Your mouth is heaven,” I praise her.
When she sucks hard, my ass lifts off the bed, thrusting deeper into her mouth. I itch to grab her hair so I can keep her in place and fuck her mouth, but conscious of the concussion she’s recovering from, I fist the covers instead.
Rosalie sucks harder, earning more praise from me as I growl, “That’s it, baby. It feels so fucking good.”
All my praise gives her the confidence boost she needs as her head starts to bob up and down, and she sucks me as if her life depends on it.
“Christ,” I groan. “Blyad',moyaMalen'kaya Roza.You suck me so good.”
Pleasure starts to sizzle down my spine, and my ass lifts off the bed. My balls tighten a second before my body jerks, then intense ecstasy explodes through me. My breaths rush as I keep my eyes on Rosalie, watching as she swallows my release down.
“Rosalie,” I groan, still jerking in her mouth while the pleasure stripping me of my strength. “You own me.”
When I slump back and slip from her mouth, she crawls up my body and lies down in the crook of my arm, resting her cast on my chest.
“That felt good,” she admits. “Kind of like a power trip.”
“Well, you had the head of the bratva literally by the balls,” I joke while still trying to catch my breath.
She lets out a chuckle. “Yeah, I did.”
I push my arm beneath her, then gently roll her onto her back, covering her body with mine. Taking hold of the cast, I carefully position her arm next to her head so it’s out of the way.
“Are you done being in control?” I ask her.
She nods, her eyes softening with love. “Yeah. I like it better when you’re in charge.”
“Thank, fuck,” I mutter before pressing a kiss beneath her ear. “How do you feel?”
I lock eyes with her so I can see if she lies to me, but there’s only love softening her brown irises as she says, “Better.” A playful smile ghosts around her lips. “But do you know what would make me feel even better?”
I shake my head.
“You inside me, Mr. Vetrov.”
My fingers caress her hair away from her face, and I stare at her for a moment. “The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were mine. That’s why I took you.”
She scrunches her nose in a cute way. “And to think I was terrified of you. If I knew back then, what I know now, I would’ve walked out of that house with you.”
A flash of heartache tightens her features, then she asks, “Is it wrong that I can’t hate my family?”
I shake my head. “They were good to you, Rosalie. Yes, what they did was fucked up, but they loved you.”
She nods, her chin starting to quiver. “You’re right.”
I tilt my head. “So… am I still the villain in your story?”
She stares up at me with awe. “Yes.” When I narrow my eyes, she explains, “Only a villain would’ve done what you did. You killed to save me.” She lifts her head and presses a kiss to my mouth. “And I love you for it.”
Chapter 32
Rosalie