“If I stay and drive out Viktor, you’ll come to hate me. And I’ll hate myself because this shit? All of this? It’s everything I ever wanted to be away from. I won’t be with somebody in a life of violence and vendettas. I won’t give up who I am. This can never be for me. You know it.”
He comes to me. “We’re never over. We weren’t over when Konstantin took me away. We weren’t over when they lowered my coffin into the ground. We’re sure as fuck not over now.”
I back up and hit the wall. “What are you going to do, lock me up my whole life? Shoot me?”
He grabs my wrists and slams them above my head, pinning them there.
My heart stutters as he runs his fingers down my neck. He unbuttons the top button. The next button. His gentle fingers set my skin ablaze. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” he whispers, harsh and hot in my ear. The next button. “Don’t use you like a dirty whore?”
His words are dark magic. My body hums in response.
“Don’t talk to me like that.”
“Why? Because you don’t want to like it?”
“This is crazy,” I gasp, voice barely a whisper.
I twist, but he has me, muscles like steel under the fine white shirt.
“We’re never over.” He kisses my neck. He kisses my ear, warm and tingly. “I always watched you. Always saw you. You were always mine.”
I hiss out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“You need me just like I need you. Say it. ‘I won’t leave you, Aleksio.’” He shoves his tongue in my ear, and I start to melt. “It makes me fucking crazy to think of you leaving.”
“You need your brother—”
“I need you.” His fingers dance against my bare skin as he rips my shirt down the middle. “We belong together, that’s all we need to know.”
All of my protests fall out of my mind under his touch, hot skin igniting mine.
“More,” I gasp.
He growls and rips open my shirt the rest of the way. He pulls aside the right cup of my bra and plants a kiss on the fleshy inside of my breast. “Deep down you’re an animal who wants to be used by a twisted, bloodthirsty killer like me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I say.
He slides a hand between my legs. His touch is hard, heavy.
He cups me through my skirt. Possessive.
“How hot are you to let me take you however I want? How hot? Tell me. Say it.”
“Aleksio…”
He pushes up my skirt and kicks my feet apart, then he presses his fingers between my legs, making contact with my soaked panties. His fingers graze over my pussy. I tremble with his every move.
“Aleksio…”
“What do you want, baby?”
I want him to call me a whore again. The word has a sharp point that I want to feel.
He strokes a finger between my legs, grazing my pussy. “No matter where you run I’ll always find you.”
I tremble with his every stroke, becoming more and more his. “Say it,” I say. “Like you did in the hotel.”
He rumbles, words like velvet. “Because you’re my dirty fucking whore.” He pauses and closes his palm over my pussy. “And this is mine. Got it?”
“Ungh,” I say.
He’s doing me again, owning me, sending heat licking up my spine.
“Mine to use how I want, got it?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He keeps going, stoking the energy higher. “And right now I want you relaxed and dripping so I can do you hard.” He slides two fingers into me, invading me, pushing me into oblivion. Shapes pulse and build whenever I close my eyes. He’s not holding me anymore, but I’m not going anywhere.
He picks me up and carries me to the desk. He shoves everything off it—the files he so carefully stacked, the mugs, the laptop. “Lie back for me, baby.”
I lie back. I want him so bad I can’t think. I’m flying. Trembling. I’m completely his.
He pushes open my legs and stands above me, then he yanks his belt open with a hard jerk and starts unbuttoning his dress slacks, regarding me hungrily. The heat of his gaze is too much, and I press my knees together.
He shakes his head. “No, this is mine, remember?” He pushes my legs apart again. “Touch yourself.”
“Wh-what?”
He pulls out his log of a cock, dark and veiny and fiercely beautiful. I get hot remembering the way he shoved it down my throat. “You have to touch yourself right now.” It’s part plea and part decree.
I touch myself. He watches me with that invasive gaze of his. Everything between us feels impossible. Like everything is lost and all we have is this impossible madness, and it feels good.
Our impossible madness feels like the only true thing in the world.
I touch myself for him.
He climbs up on the desk with his pants half down. He kneels over me, his pants like a band around my chest. “Open, whore. This mouth is mine, too.”
I open my mouth and he arches into me, shoving his cock between my lips.
I’m spinning, stroking myself, bending to his will, taking him.
“That’s it,” he says. “Suck it. Feel me moving in your mouth. I want you to feel every throbbing vein. That’s what you do to me.”
I whimper.
“Shhhh, baby.” He hovers over me and grabs something from somewhere beyond my head. He places it in my hand. It’s round and smooth. “That’s a paperweight. You can crack my skull when you get tired of what I do to you. That’s your safe word.”
I grunt. He’s so off the chain. It shouldn’t turn me on.
“Kill me, fuck me, love me,” he gasps, invading my throat.
I move under him, panting through my nose. I’m about to come.
“Oh no, you don’t.” He pulls out and gets off of me, pulling my hand away from my crotch. “Wider. Open up for me, give me everything, baby.” He grabs my knees, spreading me wider himself. He holds me there, holds me open.
The air on my throbbing pussy is wickedly cool.
I groan as he penetrates me with his fingers, pushing in deep and merciless. He nips the side of my thigh, and I gasp. He’s doing something with his fingers, curling them as he slides them inside me, like he means to pull an orgasm right out of me.
I’m panting, needing him to never stop. He kisses down my belly. Down, down, he goes until he touches his tongue to my clit. I let out a cry. He licks once. It’s not a dainty lick, it’s a hard, mad, rough lick. A lick and a suck while he moves his fingers inside me.
He does it again, and I drop the paperweight. It shatters below. He licks me again and again, and I shatter, too, into a zillion pieces.
My cries are throaty and low and like an animal and I don’t even care. I’ve lost touch with everything normal.
“I like you like this. Like an animal broken for me. Touch yourself some more. Keep yourself swollen and ready for me.”
I feel shy and exposed now that I’ve spun down off coming, but I touch myself like he says. I think I’d do almost anything for him.
“What are you?”
“Your fucking whore to use.”
His hands tremble as he rolls on a condom, panting. “God, Mira,” he whispers. “I can’t…I can’t stop with you.”