I hadn’t worn panties last night because it hurt, so I try to get up to cover myself.
“No, don’t,” he says, pushing my hand away. “Don’t hide yourself from me. This pussy belongs to me, Katerina.” He brushes his fingers through the neat triangle of hair. “I like this little bit of pretty red hair.” He crouches down.
“Lev—”
“You belong to me.”
“I don’t—”
“And I like seeing how wet you are for me.” He pushes my legs wider as he leans his face close, so close I gasp in anticipation of his mouth on me, ready for it, wanting it. But he just inhales and meets my eyes with a wide grin. “You want my mouth on you, don’t you?”
I fist the blankets, wanting to want to kick him away, to kick him in the face, but he’s right, and he knows it.
“You want me to make you come?”
“Josh is—”
“Door’s locked, and Josh is busy.” He closes his mouth over me then, and I cover my mouth to muffle my gasp when he circles my clit with his tongue before pulling back, standing, undoing his jeans and fisting his thick cock. “Open your legs.”
I do, licking my lips and hating myself a little as I spread my legs for him, but it’s not wide enough because he puts his hands on my thighs and forces them wider, and as his eyes never leave mine, he thrusts into me.
I squeeze my hand over my mouth, and he grins, replacing it with one of his as he fucks me hard and fast.
The bed creaks beneath us as I stretch for him and he pushes my nightie up to expose my breasts. He dips his head down and takes a nipple into his mouth, and when I cry out, he presses his hand harder to my mouth, teeth tugging at my nipple. I’m so close, one more thrust, and fuck, I’m coming.
I close my eyes and arch my back, and I come, and I feel him thicken inside me. He lays his weight on me, face inches from mine, hands on either side of my head, making me look at him. He watches me, and I watch him as we come together, and I think he’s so beautiful. So fucking beautiful like this.
“You’re mine, Kat. Mine.”
He kisses me with his final thrusts, and I swallow his moan and dig my fingernails into his back as he finally stills, muscles tight, body rigid, all his weight on me making it hard to breathe.
When he draws back, we’re both breathless, and I see the sheen of sweat on his forehead as he smiles down at me.
“Fuck, Kat. You make me crazy, you know that?”
He pulls out, but when I move to get up, he doesn’t let me. Instead, he cups his hand at my open legs, and I’m still so sensitive I gasp.
“Shh,” he tells me.
“Let me up.” I need to clean up. I feel the cum sliding out of me.
“Where were we?” he asks, rubbing cum all over me, over my pussy and my clit, building tension again. “Kat?”
“I hate you,” I groan.
“No, that’s not it. I was telling you that you belong to me.” He grins wide. “And you wish you hated me.” He winks, then pulls his hand away when I’m seconds from coming again, and I groan. He flips me slightly to my side and slaps my hip. “Now get up, get cleaned up, and go pack Josh’s and your things. One duffel.” He points at the bag he’s conveniently taken out of my closet for me.
His phone rings, and he wipes his wet fingers across my belly, adjusts his jeans, and answers in Russian, gesturing for me to get moving.
20
Kat
“Can you at least tell me where we’re going?” I ask as he closes the door after buckling a very excited Josh into the back of the Jeep. “Or for how long? I have a job, you know.”
He’s serious again as he opens the passenger door for me to get in.
“Philly,” he says.
I feel myself pale. Back to Philly? But that’s where all the trouble is. “Why? Why would you take us back there?”
“Get in.”
He lifts me in when I don’t move right away and pulls the strap across my chest, clicking it into place. His expression is serious, not at all like the first time I got into his car, the sporty Audi I was so impressed with, and he strapped me in and I waited for him to kiss me.
“Do you think you’re safe here? Do you think Vasily’s influence doesn’t stretch this far?”
The coffee turns to acid in my belly.
His face softens as he must see how scared I am, because it’s as if I only realize at that moment that it’s not Lev I have to be afraid of. At least it’s not only Lev. It’s the rest of them too.