“I don’t feel guilty or upset or anything, Lev. Maybe you should know that about me.” I step onto the mat, and I feel his eyes on me when I walk across the room to the stand-up shower and reach in to switch it on.
I hear the click of the door closing and the lock engaging when I step beneath the flow of steaming water to rinse off.
A minute later, he’s naked and in the shower with me, hands around my waist, turning me to face him.
“What do you think I should know about you that I don’t already?” His gaze locks on mine as one hand slides between my legs.
“That’s two men I’ve killed,” I say.
“I just told you, you didn’t kill him.”
“I wanted to. And he would have bled out if you’d left him.”
“But he didn’t.”
I stare up at him, and I don’t know why I feel defensive and angry. No, I do. Because a part of me blames him even though I know Josh and I were never really safe out in Colorado. I knew this was always going to chase us.
“What is it?” he asks.
“Just let me go.” I push his hand off me. “I’m tired.”
“I’ll never let you go. Don’t you know that yet?”
He grips a handful of hair, hauls me up to my tiptoes and kisses me, his other hand cupping my ass, his cock like a steel bar between us.
“You’re mine, Katya. You belong to me. Forever. I will take care of you. There’s nothing you can say or do that will make me let you go.” He takes my earlobe between his teeth and bites, sending electricity to my core.
“I’m tired.” I push against him but trying to move him is like trying to move a brick wall.
“You need to come.”
“Let go.”
“No.” He tugs my head backward. “I should punish you, you know,” he says.
He presses my back to the wall, and his fingers dig painfully into the skin of my inner thigh as he lifts one leg. He bends his knees a little, eyes locked on mine. My arms wrap around his neck as he lifts me and thrusts into me hard.
I gasp, taking his full length, the stretch painfully good and the sensation of him inside me like this, filling me up like this, I want it.
No, it’s more than want. I need it.
“Does your silence tell me that yes, I should punish you?” He thrusts, and I let out a grunt.
“He was bored. He wanted ice cream,” I say.
“And he can have ice cream. If you’d told me about those men, I wouldn’t have left you alone at the service center. I wouldn’t have let you out of my sight, and what happened wouldn’t have happened.”
“What if the worst would have happened? What if they’d taken him? What if they’d…” I can’t finish, and he doesn’t want me to.
Lev pulls out of me, takes my face in both hands, and brings his forehead to mine.
“Let it go. It’s over, and we’re all fine.”
“Fine?”
“Fine.”
“How can you say that?” I start, but he doesn’t reply. Instead, he switches off the shower. Lifting me, he hoists me over his shoulder, smacks my ass once, and carries me into the bedroom. He tosses me onto the bed and closes the connecting door between our room and Josh’s.
“What are you doing? Leave that open.”
“I don’t think you want him to hear me fucking you, and you do need to be fucked, Kat.”
“Lev—”
He grabs my ankle, pulls me flat on the bed, then flips me onto my stomach. He slaps my ass again.
“Lev!”
“Don’t worry, you’re safe,” he says, gripping my cheeks and spreading me open. “At least from my hand.”
He thrusts into me, and I arch my back to take him as he fists my hair again, tugging my head backward and stilling deep inside me.
“From now on, you tell me everything, Kat. Every little inconsequential detail. You got that?”
I wriggle my hips beneath him, wanting him to move, and when he won’t, I slide my hand between my legs.
Chuckling, he takes my wrist and draws my hand away.
“That pussy’s mine, too, sweetheart. You don’t touch it without my permission anymore.” He stretches that arm and my other over my head and closes both hands over a rung of the metal headboard. “Keep them there.”
He thrusts once more, then draws out of me. His breath is warm against my cheek as I feel his hand slide between my cheeks, rub against my pussy, then find my other hole.
“What are you doing?” I start, trying to pull away.
He doesn’t let me, though. Just starts moving his fingers back and forth, and back and forth, smearing my own arousal into me.
I still, too embarrassed but also aroused.
“This is mine too, this tight little hole.”
When he pushes his finger inside me, I tighten all my muscles.
“You can’t…you’re too big!”
He turns my head, so I have to look at him from the corner of one eye.
“You’re right, it’s going to be a tight squeeze,” he says, moving his finger in and out, and in and out. “But we’ll make it work.”
He pulls his finger out and slides himself between my ass cheeks, rubbing his length against my ass before bringing the head of his cock to my entrance and gently pushing against me.
“Lev.” It’s a whimper as he takes my clit between his fingers.
“You need to be fucked. You’ll feel better after you’re fucked. Isn’t that right?”
I nod because this feels too good.
“Then answer my question. Tell me you understand that you will tell me every single thing so I can fuck your tight little ass already.”
“Yes. Yes. I understand.” I nod my head, arching my back, and when he lets me, I shift to my knees, and he settles between them.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” he asks, fingers still working my clit as he takes inch by slow inch of me. “Perfect for me.”
I come then, with him moving inside me and his fingers rubbing my clit. I bury my face in a pillow, and that’s when he pushes all the way into me and begins to fuck me. To really fuck me.
I tumble from one orgasm to the next, lost, my mind a fog, and when I feel him throb inside me, when I feel him empty, I come again, one final time as he lays his full weight on me like he’s empty too, like he’s given everything to me.
12
Kat
Lev cleans me gently afterward, dresses me in one of his T-shirts, and tucks me into the crook of his arm on the bed.
He was right. I did need to be fucked. I feel better. Lighter.
I glance at the door between our rooms, which Lev opened again. If I listen closely, I can hear Josh’s even breathing.
“Why didn’t Maxim stay here too?” I ask. The older man said he’d see us tomorrow and disappeared before we got to the hotel.
“He’s been in hiding a long time. He wants to trust me, and he wants to help you and Josh, but Vasily would kill him if he knew he was alive. I’d do the same if I were in his shoes.”
I nod. Makes sense. “The man at the service station, he said something I didn’t really think about then.”