“Do you think they would trust me?” she asked.
“Yes, but not until after I’ve announced you as my girlfriend.”
She blinked.
“Or would you like another term?” I asked. “You’re not a girl. Maybe, I would tell people that you are my woman.”
She laughed.
“Or my lady? Surely, I couldn’t tell them that you’re my mouse.”
“I like hiding in the shadows, Kaz. No one needs to know.”
“But they do need to know, mysh.” I pulled her closer to me, damn near melting against her. “They all need to know. It’ll keep them safer that way.”
“Okay, then I’m okay with girlfriend.”
“Good.” I closed my eyes and slipped my fingers through her hair some more. It was becoming a habit. The soft, wavy strands slipped super soft against my tips. “Did you enjoy this evening?”
“Yes.”
“And my cock?”
She giggled. “It was okay.”
“Okay?” Growling, I moved down her body, stopped at that beautiful bare pussy, and spread her legs apart. “It was just okay?”
“Kaz.”
“Tell me? How bad was I?” I rested her legs on my shoulders. Her thighs shivered against my face as I blew on her pussy.
“Really bad,” she whispered.
I entered her pussy with my two fingers, knowing exactly how to get her off and pushing them deep inside that throbbing, moist sex. “How can I fix that, mysh?”
She gripped the sheets with her hands.
“What can I do?” Deep inside her pussy, slowly sliding my fingers back and forth, I gently curled my fingertips up.
She moaned when I caressed her sweet, sensitive spot.
I gently massaged it again.
“Kaz!” She arched her back off the bed, thrusting her pussy in my face.
“How can I fix this?” I licked my lips, loving how she’d soaked my fingers.
“Fuck me.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No, my cock is bad.”
“Your mouth.”
I chuckled. “That I can do.”
She moaned, gripping my hair and guiding my mouth onto her sex. “I’m addicted to you.”
Me too.
I sucked on her clit. So soft and puffy. So wet and alive. She moaned and twisted, unable to deal with my mouth. And I loved it so. Loved the way she tasted. The way she loved me to fuck her all the time.
“Kaz! Kaz!” She came in my mouth. Her body spasmed. Her hands clung to the back of my head, not letting me move. “Kaz!!”
Lapping at my lips and fingers, I moved back up her body, gripped my thick cock, and rubbed the aching head through that soaking wet pussy. “Just okay?”
Her words were breathless whispers. “Oh Kaz.”
I thrust in her.
“Fuck.” She gripped my back, riding the aftershocks of her orgasm and sucking onto my cock at the same time.
“Just okay?” I pumped in her hard. The more she moaned, the harder I thrust.
And I went deep. Balls-deep. Fucking her like a wild animal. A beast. A fucking lion, if I was truthful. Pounding and pumping. I grabbed her breasts and feasted on them, stuffing her with my cock as I sucked on those fat nipples. And never stopping. The bed rocked. Her moans rose. Sweat beaded along my forehead as I kept my breaths, not giving a fuck if I died deep inside of her.
Addicted? You don’t even know the start.
I was lost in her. My cock roared inside of her, shaping and making her pussy his home. I pumped. My legs cramped, and I could not stop. I drank from her body. Large gulps swallowed down with no chaser.
She trembled under me. “Oh, Kaz.”
Kissing up her neck, I toyed with her nipples as I pumped. “I want you to come again.”
“I am.”
I groaned. “Yes, mysh.”
She trembled as I plunged deeper.
“Oh!” Her pussy clamped over my cock.
“Damn you,” I groaned. “I wanted more time.”
“Oh, Kaz.”
This time I came hard with her. Her pussy tightened around me. The angle was perfect. The heat. The warmth. The wetness. It all merged together just right.
And we exploded together.
That pussy clamped down on my cock, exploding into her orgasm.
“Mine.”
She clung to me as her hips jerked upward, tensing and contracting as the orgasm assaulted her. And I filled her with me, shooting hard and deep into her. I wanted to spill it right there. Make it all mushy and saturated with my scent. My seed.
I pulled out and lay next to her. “Are we ever going to get any sleep?”
“I’m hoping for a few hours.” She turned her body my way.
I pulled her in. “We’ll see.”
So much had happened, and even more was bound to come. But tonight had showed me that no matter what, Emily and I were in this world together.
And together, we’d destroy anyone in our way.
She yawned. “We need to use condoms.”
We’ll see.
I closed my eyes and wondered what a future could look like between us. Would it be filled with blood or better and safer than we’d ever imagined?
No. Stay in the present. The future hasn’t even been written.
Fifteen
Maxwell
Valentina didn’t want to leave until the club closed. We danced all night and drank even more. Oleg frowned the whole time, but at least he didn’t scowl. We were the last ones to leave, and when we stepped outside, the sun shined in our faces.
Oleg took us to the Four Seasons. Apparently, we wouldn’t be at the castle anymore, and I was happy about it.
Valentina was drunk, singing in a foreign language. I didn’t know what the words were, but they sucked.
Oleg and I left the car. Valentina remained singing and clapping to herself.
Oleg seemed pissed about something. When he handed the car keys to the valet, he glanced over his shoulder. “Take her to her room.”
“Which one’s her room?”
Oleg left.
“Yo!” I called after him.
He escaped into the sliding doors, leaving me with one of the most powerful women in the country. With the way they treated Em’s Russian at the club, I didn’t want to get in his way. Being this was his sister, I would make sure she got to where she needed, regardless of her bodyguard’s attitude.
If something happened other and I could’ve avoided it, then that would be my ass.
I grabbed her bag and went around to the passenger side, opening the door to help her out.
With sweet little eyes, she gazed up. “Can you carry me?”
“No.”
“Please.” She pouted.
Every part of me yearned to touch her. Carrying that curvy frame would guarantee a lot of touching.
I whispered, “Fine.”
She slowly rose and let me scoop her in my arms. Valentina shivered at the chill of the wind, and then she began singing the song again.
I laughed.
“What?” she asked.
“You’re drunk.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
I carried her through the Four Seasons’ sliding door. Some royal blue uniformed guy rushed to me and handed keys. “Mr. Maxwell, the room is on the tenth floor. The number is 1009.”