“What are you doing?” I asked lamely. It was shocking to see him lying there, looking hotter than sin, with his huge palms stroking his dick.
“Well, I told you I needed to come, Princess. You want to give me a hand, or read a book?”
I watched as he pumped himself; his arm muscles flexing hypnotically.“This is cheating. You’re supposed to be resting.”
“I’ll rest so much easier once I empty my balls straight down your throat.”
Heat squirmed through me, despite my best efforts to suppress it.“You’ve got a filthy mouth,” I chastised, even as I stood and drifted closer to him, my eyes fixed on the glistening tip of his member.
“Only for you, Molly. I guess you bring it out in me. I’ve never felt as depraved as I do when I think about all the things I want to do to you.”
“Is that a promise or a threat?” I raised an eyebrow at him, taking in the soft flush in his pale cheeks and the way his pulse was beating rapidly in his long, muscled neck.
“Why can’t it be both?”
His arrogant grin stole my heart. Damn this man.
His hips pushed his cock faster through his fist, and his face twinged with pain.
“What is it?”
“My shoulder,” he said, and raised an eyebrow at me. “If you’re planning on participating and not just observing, Princess, this would be a good time. Unless you like watching me jerk my cock and pretending you are sitting on it instead of my fist.”
“Kirill,” I muttered, drifting closer still. When I was close enough for him to reach, his hand caught mine and placed it on his twitching length. “Just a hand job, and only if you don’t move and hurt yourself,” I warned him.
He smiled. “Yes, nurse Molly. Whatever you say.”
I circled him with my hand and moved closer to tug his balls with the other. He groaned as I took over the pace he’d been stroking himself at. His hand tangled in my hair and wrapped around the tumbling length to lock me in place. Even at his most vulnerable, Kirill was in charge.
I got into the rhythm, sliding my hand up and down his long, veined cock. I thumbed the top and spread the leaking precum around the mushroom tip before sliding back down.
“Fuck, Molly. I’ve missed you, Princess. I’ve missed your touch, so fucking much,” he grunted as his hips flexed, his abs tensed, and he fucked into my hands. “Did you miss me?”
His grip tightened on my hair until I answered. “Yes, I missed you, and you know it.”
“Did you think of me alone in bed at night, rubbing your pretty little pussy and coming in those tiny sleep shorts you parade around in?”
I flushed, getting hotter and wetter with every filthy word he said.
“Fuck, you know the number of nights I woke up and thought about it. I’m close to being able to wander down the hall and join you,” he muttered, his eyes falling to my hands stroking him faster and faster. “I’ll slip into your bed, in the house where we were teenagers, and I first fell in love with you. I’ll slide right inside your pretty pink cunt and fuck you while you dream of me.”
“Kirill,” I breathed, shamelessly turned on by the image he’d planted in my head.
“You’ll wake up with me fucking you into the mattress, my hands around your mouth, so you don’t startle and scream, and bring Max crashing in on us, guns blazing,” he said, making me smile. “Fuck, I’m going to come, Princess, and if you don’t want Doctor Petrov to wonder why I’m covered in it, be a good girl and swallow me down.”
His command thrilled me, and I leaned forward, his hand on my hair, directing my mouth toward him. It was debauched and filthy, and I couldn’t convince myself I didn’t love it. I loved every second of his possessive, all-consuming hunger for me.
I closed my lips around the head of him, and he pressed further inside. He was so big, I felt him touch the back of my throat, and I gagged a little. The noise sounded like an alarm in the room, and it undid him.
“You’re mine, Mallory, and you always were. You won’t deny it again. Mine to fuck, mine to spoil, mine to protect, and mine to keep, as long as you live.”
Surging up in two deep thrusts, he came, splashing the back of my throat with his hot spend and filling my mouth with the salty, musky taste of him. It felt like he was marking me with his ownership, and like the freak he was cultivating me to be, I welcomed his debasement.
He watched me with soulful eyes as I pulled off him, and he wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb. “I love you so much, Molly. If you’d run away, I’d have died in that hallway, not because of the gunshot, but because you left me.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. It was too romantic, and it was too heart-breaking.“Well, I’m here.”
“Yes, you are. Never ask me to let you go again, Molly. It won’t happen. That’s behind us for good. Do you understand?” His voice was hypnotically deep. I nodded as he rubbed his thumb across my lips, and a shadow of satisfaction passed through his eyes. “Good girl.”