I won’t lie; the roughness has my panties wet in anticipation. He holds out his hand, and I take it. He pulls me up and walks me over to the dining room table. He turns me around and bends me over it. Shaking with excitement, I prop myself on the table. I feel him pull my pants down, and then he moves my thong to the side, rubbing the wet tip of his dripping cock around my entrance.
I whimper softly and try to back onto it, but he holds my hips in place. He sweeps my leg with his foot, and suddenly my legs are wider apart, and my top half is flat against the table. He puts a hand on my back, keeping me there as he pushes his cock deep inside me, this time a little faster than the last. I groan out and pant slightly, rocking my hips.
“You…” he says, “your body belongs to me. Say it.”
“I belong to you,” I whimper out. “Please…”
He pushes into me deeply, and I cry out in pleasure. He starts pumping his hips, and I slowly feel the tension building up inside me. He’s moving roughly this time, but I’m enjoying the pain and pleasure mixed. When his hand leaves me, I lift myself slightly and pull my top off. He reaches around me and cups my breasts as I pull my bra down. The angle he’s hitting inside me is so pleasurable that I’m already sweating from trying to hold back.
He pulls out slowly and then slams into me, lifting me a little each time. And when he does, the head of his cock hits my g-spot, and I cry out his name.
“Scream it louder,” he murmurs.
“Ivan,” I cry out louder. “Yes! Yes! Yes! God, yes!” I continue until I feel my walls clench around his dick like a vice.
He moves a little as though he is just pushing himself over the edge. I feel his cum fill me up inside, and the warm feeling makes me orgasm. He holds me as I do, and I know I’m falling hard for him.
Chapter 15 - Ivan
I can’t stop thinking about how amazing it is to be with Tori. It’s throwing me off slightly, I want her, but I feel like I’m betraying Mila. I need to get over this. Mila is gone, Tori is here now, and she’s making a considerable effort to help my family. That in itself is surprising, I never thought a Sorvino could be so useful. Yet she’s trying her best, to please me in every aspect of life. That’s more than what I thought I would get when I married her.
After breakfast, I kiss her goodbye and head downstairs with my car keys in hand. I have a meeting with Leonid at one of our warehouses to inspect the workers packing the drugs.
As I pull out of the parking garage, I get an uneasy feeling. I brush it off and join the rush hour traffic that I will sit in for a while.
My mind wanders to Tori as we slowly make our way through the streets, myself and the hundreds of others trying to navigate New York. I hate driving at this time, but I get frustrated with my actual driver because he always tries to make detours and gets us stuck in more traffic—a sweet old guy, one of my cousin's uncles, but not a great navigator.
I arrive at the warehouse and see the usual cars parked in the bay. I park in the open so that I can get in and out and back on the road, back to Tori.
I climb out of my car and button my suit jacket. I realize I’ve left my phone in the car and bend down to get it. As I do, bullets whiz over my head. I keep ducking down as bullets rain down upon me, hitting my car but missing me. I crawl back into the driver’s side and try to keep my head down. I start the car and pull off at speed, leaving the industrial area while weaving through traffic like a maniac. I don’t dare stop or look to see if someone’s following me.
Calm but annoyed, I grab my phone and call Aleks.
“Yes, boss?”
“Someone just tried to kill me,” I roar. “Get Evgeni and Leonid to my apartment immediately.”
I hang up and concentrate on my driving. Sirens sound behind me, and I sigh, pulling off to the side and waiting.
The cop touches the back of my car and then comes to the driver’s window. I roll it down and look up at him.
He looks at me, and I see he knows who I am. “Um, just your license and registration, sir.”
I get him both, and he checks them, nods, and gives them back to me. “You’re free to go. Thank you, and sorry for the bother.”
“No problem,” I say before pulling away and driving toward the apartment.
My guards are waiting for me in the parking garage, and I’m surrounded when I climb out of my car. I give Aleks the keys. “Take it to be repaired and bulletproofed, and tell them to send the bill to the restaurant.”
Aleks leaves, and I take the elevator with my guards to my apartment. I don’t want to freak Tori or Anastasia out, but I need to ensure they’re safe. I pause at Anastasia’s room, I can hear her talking to her friend on the phone, so I go to the office.
Tori is hunched over the reports marking through them in red pen. I clear my throat, and she glances at me. “Hey, you’re back early?”
“I was nearly killed.” I instantly see the worry in her eyes and I’m taken by surprise again. Could she actually have feelings for me? She gets up and comes to me.
“What do you mean? Are you hurt?” I can see the concern in her eyes and brush a stray lock of hair back from her face. “I’m okay, they missed, but we need to….”
“Ivan?” Evgeni calls, rushing in. “Thank God. Where did they attack you? Were you injured? Should I call the doctor?”