I try to kiss him, not wanting to give him a chance to answer in case it’s something I don’t want to hear, but he pulls back out of reach and gives me the sweetest smile, the one that makes him look so much younger because the burden of his work is no longer hanging on him and causing him to constantly be on edge.
“I promise I won’t break your heart,zaichik.” He kisses me gently, whispering against my lips. “But I’m afraid you may break mine.”
I’m about to tell him that will never happen, but he starts to fuck me, and all the words die in my throat. All I can do is show him with my body how much I love him and need him and how I can’t go back to a life without him. I kiss him hard, running my tongue along his and rocking my hips to meet his every thrust. Pain and pleasure rush through me until the pleasure outweighs everything else. Each stroke of his cock pushes me closer and closer to the edge, and when I dig my nails into his back and scream his name, he fucks me harder, making my whole body explode from the inside out.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he growls in my ear. “You look so beautiful when you come around my cock.”
I’m still gasping for air, every inch of my body humming from the orgasm he just gave me when he grabs the back of my thigh and hikes my injured leg up so my ankle is resting on his shoulder. He turns his head and gives my leg a kiss.
“You’re supposed to keep it elevated,” he says, giving me a wink before slamming back into me.
“Misha,” I moan, my eyes rolling back in my head at the new sensations running through me. I swear it feels like he’s even deeper now, and I don’t know how in the fuck that’s even possible.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he murmurs against my lips. “I’ve got you, and I’m never letting you go.”
He kisses a line down my neck and cups one of my tits in his strong hand, pinching my nipple between his fingers while his cock keeps up the steady rhythm that’s quickly setting my body on fire again. Bringing his head lower, he runs his tongue over my hard nipple before wrapping his lips around me and sucking me into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I moan, feeling his teeth graze my sensitive skin. He gives me a soft bite and another flick of his tongue and then pulls back. Sitting up, he grabs onto my thighs and spreads me wide as he slowly fucks me.
“Goddamn,” he groans. “Look at how good you’re taking my cock. Watch me fuck your tight pussy, baby.”
I lift up onto my elbows, my eyes widening when I see his thick cock sliding into me, spreading me wider than I ever thought possible.
“Do you like watching me fuck you, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I say in a breathy rush, because I really, really do. I had no idea I’d be in to watching, but there’s something about actually seeing it that’s enhancing everything else. When I manage to take my eyes off his cock, I see his rock-hard abs flexing with every hard thrust he’s giving me. His tanned, tattooed skin is covered in a light sheen of sweat, and the sight of him like this, looking down at me as he claims my body with so much hunger in his eyes but also so much tenderness is all it takes to send me over the edge again. I keep my eyes locked on his, knowing how much he likes it, and come so hard my vision starts to darken and the air rushes from my lungs in a breathy moan.
When my pussy clenches tighter around him with my orgasm, he lets out a deep groan and slams into me even harder, letting me see him at his most vulnerable, and it’s the sweetest gift I’ve ever been given. His jaw is clenched tight, the veins in his neck tracing an obvious line under his skin, and my name on his lips as he lets go and gives into his own release.
I lift up even more and grab onto his shoulder, needing to feel his body and his lips against mine. He follows me down, covering my body with his and giving me a slow, deep kiss as he slams into me one last time, burying himself deep inside as his cock gives one last pulse before his whole body stills. I feel him smile against my lips and then let out a soft laugh.
“My God, what in the hell have you done to me, little thief?”
I smile and cling to him even tighter, never wanting us to separate. Reaching up, I brush aside a sweaty strand of his dark hair from his forehead and then trace a line down his perfect face.
“I didn’t mean to fall in love with you,” I tell him, “but I think I did the second I saw you walk into the restaurant. I couldn’t just sit back and watch you walk back out without knowing who you were. That’s why I put the tracker on you. I couldn’t stomach the thought of never seeing you again.”
Mikhail smiles and gives me another soft kiss. “I wanted you from the first second I saw you, Charlie. I even went back to the restaurant the next night and found out your name. I had one of my guys send me all the information he could find, which wasn’t much.” He laughs and adds, “You have one hell of a driver’s license photo, sweetheart.”
“Oh my God,” I groan, covering my face with my hands.
“I’m going to frame that. I’ve never laughed so hard in my life. I can’t tell you how happy I am that it’s not the same face you make when you orgasm.”
I let out another mortified groan. He pulls my hands away and kisses the tip of my nose. “I’m not a man who’s ever been in love, but I love you,zaichik. I fought it. I tried to keep you at arm’s length and protect you from this life, but I can’t do it. You completely undo me. For the first time in my life I have a weakness, and it scares the hell out of me.”
He gives me a soft smile, but I can see the worry in his eyes.
“I’ll be fine. I’m no stranger to a life of crime,” I remind him.
His dark eyes run over my face like he’s searing every detail of this moment into his memory. “I want better for you.”
“There is nothing better than you,” I tell him.
He rests his forehead against mine. “I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve the gift you just gave me. I’m not a good man. If I were, I’d let you go.”
I tighten my grip on him because there’s no way in hell I’m going to let him walk away from me. He smiles and kisses me. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not letting you go. I’m the only man who’s ever been inside you, and I’m the only man who ever will.”
“Yes,” I whisper, knowing it’s true.