I tended to Lucia in every way possible, washing away the slight sheen of perspiration, cleaning her of her spilled juices that I hadn’t captured in my mouth.
Next time I would own every single part of her in every way possible.
My cock pulsed again.
I dried her just as gently, aware her muscles had been taxed, her state of mind bombarded, her body teased to the highest pinnacles of new dark desire.
As she brushed her teeth with a toothbrush I broke out of a wrapper, I washed myself too.
I shucked my trousers and tossed them into a hamper, and Lucia spat toothpaste into the sink once she glimpsed my raging hard-on.
“I hope that is not what you had planned to do with my cum. Spit it out?” With an eyebrow quirked, I began cleaning myself with splashes of water.
I rained water over my bent head, listening to Lucia sputter.
After I dragged a towel over my head and down my torso, I came face to face with her.
Her lips curved in a seductive smile. “I would definitely swallow.”
Fuck.
Moments later, I guided her back to the huge bed.
“We’re sleeping up here?” she asked as I laid her down and arranged a soft layer of blankets over her.
“Da.” I moved to another cupboard and minifridge, located bottles of water, a few snacks, and ibuprofen.
I set everything on the table beside her before bringing a bottle of water around to my own side. I got in next to her and drank great gulps of water as Lucia did the same. She took the painkillers, and we ate a few revitalizing bites. Then I rolled her to her tummy.
“What are you doing now?” she asked, her voice muffled in a feather pillow.
“Massage.”
Having my oily hands on her was as pleasurable as whipping her to submission with the flogger.
“Why?” she asked with increasing drowsiness.
I brought my mouth right beside her delicate ear. “Because I used you well tonight.”
She moaned, shifting.
I stilled her with one oily spank on her jiggly ass that yet bore the reddened brand of my whipping.
At length, I worked her all over, aware that I was just working myself up again with no relief in sight.
Her moans became deeper, her breaths longer.
Lucia’s skin shimmered beneath my hands, her body melting into the bed.
I caressed every last ounce of tension from her before capping the oil and rearranging her so that she lay across my chest like the silkiest, most voluptuous cushion.
I reached to shut off the lights and, when I turned back, she drove up to slide her lips across mine in the first kiss she initiated.
My tongue touched hers, and the sweetest slow simmer built between us.
I had not expected this. This newness.
This spark.
This unlikely, unchained attraction.
Only I could give her what she needed, and Lucia turned out to be everything I wanted in a woman . . . except my brother had killed hers. And her father had already traded her to someone else.
Our mouths parted, and Lucia’s head sank to my shoulder. “I think you took me to heaven and hell tonight, Arkady.”
A low murmur of agreement rumbled from my throat. Da. That was exactly right, and exactly what she represented to me.
Fuck, keep, or kill.
It was looking more like fuck and keep.
The woman who’d first appeared tough as nails had secret vulnerabilities I was only beginning to fathom and sensual depths I’d only just begun to discover.
I woke the next morning slightly later than usual but instantly became alert.
Lucia still lay half across me, and it looked like we hadn’t moved all night. Her breasts softly cushioned against my chest, and my balls still churned with cum.
Da. I woke just as hard as I’d been last night.
Slipping from the bed, I watched with a strange feeling in my chest as Lucia sighed then curled her arms around my pillow.
For some reason that made my cock throb even harder.
Shaking my head, I pulled my discarded trousers back on. I padded from the room while Lucia slept peacefully on, no demons chasing her dreams.
In the bedroom downstairs, the bloody mess from the night before confronted me.
Blyad. Talk about demons.
She could’ve caused herself permanent damage.
I set to work quickly, throwing out all the blood-stained bedding and bandages as well as my shirt and her clothes.
In the bathroom, I cleaned the tiles, marble, and the shards of mirror until everything sparkled again and there remained little sign of the massacre-like scene I’d walked in on. I called to arrange for a new, shatterproof mirror to be installed.
I took a quick shower and dressed. Then I checked on Lucia who continued to sleep.
I frowned at her, but my body instinctually reacted to her beauty. In the end, I pulled the sheet up over her luscious ass and her breast that peeked out. Purely so I wouldn’t be tempted by her golden flesh again.
Right.
In the kitchen, I made coffee and started breakfast all the while listening for the telltale sound of her footsteps above.
I finally heard movement coming from the farthest part of the house and carefully arranged breakfast items on a tray.
Now I knew how Kirill had begun to feel about Joanna.
Nyet. I couldn’t afford to think like that about my Sicilian prize. Not when she still presented a danger to herself and, even more importantly, to the Bratva. Not when her father had clear intentions for her, and his Italian cohorts had proved themselves a threat as well.
Yet, I’d already made bold promises to Lucia.
I’d entered into a relationship regarding the care—and the ultimate pleasure—of her body.
I had never committed to a woman before.
But if I let her go, gave her over to Sabato, no one would be there to give her the pain, punishment, and pleasure she required to be healthy.
Blyad.
To dominate a woman in such a manner turned me on most powerfully. With Lucia, the connection became even deeper.
Now I needed to push those thoughts aside.
I needed to feed my prisoner then talk to Yury. He would not be pleased with the turn of events, that was certain.
When I entered the room upstairs, Lucia reclined like a lush goddess on the bed. All those ripe curves called to me and remembering what I’d done to her last night only fueled my unsated hunger.
She pulled the blankets over her breasts, eyeing me cautiously.
“Breakfast,” I stated simply, setting the tray with the food and a carafe of coffee in the center of the bed.
Surprise shone on her face before she uttered quietly, “Thank you.”
I was reminded that on the surface she was a well-bred woman, but I thought I liked the dirty side of her even more.
In the darkest corner of my mind, I acknowledged her body was made for breeding as well.
A fast grin flew across my lips as I very slowly looked her over. “Thank you for breakfast or for dominating the hell out of you last night and making you beg for my cock?”
A fiery blush lit her cheeks. “I don’t want to talk about that.”
I chuckled. “I’m not surprised. Your voice is probably hoarse from all the screaming you did when I had my mouth all over your wet cunt.”
“Arkady,” she whispered.
I enjoyed making her uncomfortable too.
But I shrugged instead of pushing her harder and climbed onto the bed beside her.