When I felt my release barreling down on me, I pulled out with regret. The baby issue sat between us, unspoken, and now wasn’t the time to push it.
Instead, I pressed her down again and spread her cheeks. I slotted my dick right up her cleft, the tip against the soft virgin pucker I promised myself I would soon claim, and came hard against it. Hot cum splashed over her, more than should be physically possible, but given how long I’d watched her wandering around my room, out of reach, desperate for her touch, maybe it was the right amount. It dripped down her twitching pussy, and she arched her back, needing more from me. She turned her face from where it was pressed against the stair.
“Kirill,” she said softly.
A warning or an invitation? Between us, it was always a little of both.
I was too caught in that spell of watching my cum drip over her slit to care, my balls finally empty and satisfied for the first time in what felt like an endless week.
I reached out to touch her, knowing she hadn’t come yet. I was the uncouth beast who had hunted her down and had my way with her and busted his nut before getting her off. But I planned on making it up to her. It was going to be a long night.
I traced her wet slit, and her skin jumped beneath my touch. Wetting my finger in cum, I slid it inside her, getting off on the idea that we both knew what I wanted. Molly, swollen with my kid, was the highest fantasy I’d ever allowed myself. My dick swelled again at the mere thought.
I pumped my finger into her and twisted my hand so my thumb found her clit. The cum made everything slippery and easy as I fucked her hard with my hand, circling her clit at the same time. Before long, she was pushing back, fucking my hand as much as it was fucking her, and just like that, she came with a strangled cry. I pushed her through it, wringing every drop of pleasure from her before carefully pulling my hand from her.
She sagged against the stair and put up no resistance when I stood behind her and carefully pulled her into my arms. Carrying her bridal style toward the library, I kicked the door shut behind us and looked up to the camera poised overhead. The red light immediately blinked off. No one would watch us together. Well, no one who wanted to live through the night.
The fire was banked but still warm in this room. I had the staff keep it lit daily for Molly. She liked to write in here, and I wanted her to be comfortable.
I set her on the edge of a leather sofa, and she watched me with bated breath as I stood over her, my hand running through her hair.
“You shouldn’t have lifted me,” she chastised softly.
“You shouldn’t have gotten caught,” I responded, and then smirked. “But you wanted to, didn’t you?”
She swallowed hard, and then nodded, giving me the pleasure of her capitulation.
“Now what do you want?” I asked her thickly. I tilted her chin back, so her face was presented to me like a precious gift.
“I—I want you.” Her soft tone tortured me.
“You want me to what?”
A hot, rosy blush worked down her to her chest. Her pretty tits swayed temptingly, so delicious I couldn’t stop myself from reaching for them.
“Tell me, Molly,” I urged her as I palmed their weight. They were bigger than usual, and the dusky nipple was plumper. I lowered myself to my knees while waiting for her to speak. Leaning in, I caught her nipple between my teeth and sucked on it while my hands went to hers, still bound behind her.
“I want you to fuck me again,” she said quietly, bringing her freed hands around to sink into my hair. She took a deep breath, as though she was working up to something. “I want you to fuck me again and come inside me.”
“Developed a new kink, Princess? Welcome to the club,” I murmured, leaning in to kiss her.
I thrust my tongue into her mouth, satisfied with the idea that the ban on coming inside her had been lifted. Molly had truly forgiven me, whether or not I deserved it. For all I knew, she had gone on birth control in that little podunk town where she’d hidden from me. I didn’t care. For tonight, I was going to fuck her boneless and fill her up with more cum than she could take, so she’d smell like me for a week.
“Lie back, princess. Let me clean you up before I make you messy again.”
* * *
We headed backto the city at first light. It was time for the game to advance, and for Viktor to find out that Molly was alive and we were married. First, I had to make it official.
“I don’t understand,” Mallory said as she got out of the car beside me. “If your father is trying to kill me, wouldn’t parading me around New York only put a bigger target on my back?”
We were outside the courthouse where the officiant was waiting to finalize our vows. Getting the paperwork pushed through quickly had only taken a phone call.
“We tried to hide you away; it didn’t work. The only other option is to let everyone know that Kirill Chernov has married. After that, any act against you, from my father or anyone else, will be seen as an act of war against the bratva, and we can respond accordingly. Getting married, and getting your face out there, in our world, will make you safe from Viktor. It would be seen as a great weakness for my chosen bride to die, not by my hand, of course,” I added and shot her a smirk at her horrified expression.
“Jesus Christ, I don’t know if I want to be involved in any of this,” she said, looking pale. I pressed a kiss to the back of her hand.
“Too late. This is happening. Make your peace with it, Princess. Now, let’s get inside before someone tries to stop us. I’d hate to get blood on your dress.”