Chapter 64 Another day

Chapter 64 Another day
Maria’s POV

He had claimed me with his lips like a man obsessed. His hands roam over my breasts, his fingers caressing my hard nipples.

Moaning into his kiss, “More, Aleksander, please more!”

Breaking the kiss, he stared into my eyes, “We can't do this all the way, you're still injured.”

What the fuck? Did he just reject me? I need him, I felt like I was going to cry.

Seeing my emotional reaction, his expression softened. Placing his finger to my lips, he whispered into my ear, “I didn't say I don't want you. I'll still make you feel good. But what I want to do to you, you'll need a full recovery.”

Flustered and breathing heavy, I nodded, urging him to touch me again.

Moving his lips back to mine, I felt his large, rough fingers sliding down my stomach and reaching my core.

Trying to lift my bottom off the bed to meet his fingers, he pushed me back down.

His fingers found my clit, and he began to stroke slowly at first, then faster and faster.

“Oh God, Alek yesssss!”

Moaning, I felt everything like an electrical current building up inside me. Then he shoved two fingers inside me, and the world exploded.

“Fuckkkkkk,” was all I could say as my vision began to see stars.

“Take it, baby, be my good girl,” he purred into my ear.
His fingers filled me up, and just when I didn't think I could take it anymore, he added a third finger.
Stretching me, my pussy felt impossibly tight as if I couldn't take any more.

He started moving his fingers again, he broke the kiss, then moved his other hand, placing it firmly on top of my lower abdomen, right above my uterus.
Using that hand to place pressure, he pounded my pussy with his other hand.

“Alekkkkkk I can't take it, “ is all I could say through the tension and pleasure that was building up inside me.

I swear to all that is holy, this man could look at me, and I'd combust.

Smiling as he had just won a trophy, he kept pounding me, never letting up.

He took his hand off my abdomen and moved it to my clit, gently stroking it.

That's when I lost it. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, all the muscles in my body tensing and contracting at once.
Then the release came as I screamed, I squirted, my juices going all over him and the sheets.

I didn't even feel embarrassed because whatever energy I had left was spent.

“That's my good girl. You cummed all over me.” Aleksander licked one of his fingers, as if it were one of the best pieces of candy in the world.

A man has never looked at me that way. Please, God, don't let this be a dream.

He stepped away from the bed, heading towards the bathroom. My thighs were still clinched together, rolling through the aftershocks of one of the best orgasms I've ever had.

Walking back to me, looking like something from mythology, he took a wet washcloth in his hand and began to clean me.

Feeling embarrassed, I tried to reach out and stop him. But one look from him made me lie back and accept that he was cleaning me

Once he figured I was clean enough, he helped me roll to one side so he could get the dirty top sheet out from under neath me. I knew if I had stood, I'd collapse to the floor like a puddle.

Standing over me, his eyes were full of love, lust, and an inner rage that I could tell stroked a fire inside him to protect me no matter what.

My eyelids felt heavy, and I began to fade away. The last thing I felt was him stroking my hair.

Aleksander’s POV

She had fallen asleep after the orgasm I had given her. The audacity she had to think I'd ever reject her. She has a concussion, among other injuries, and the way I wanted her she needed to be fully healed.

Taking a minute to rearrange my hard cock before leaving the room, because if I didn't, my cock would be on display. Laughing to myself, I don't think a houseful of Russian mobsters and my father needed to see him at high mast.

Heading down the hall, I climb down the stairs, going straight for the kitchen. Walking into the kitchen, I hear a voice from the dining room table that halts me in my tracks.

“My son! It's so nice of you to grace me with your presence,” my father announced.

Standing frozen at the kitchen island, I didn't turn around yet. It's not like I didn't know I'd run into him in my own fucking house, but right now of all times?

Putting a smile on my face, I slowly turn and face my father. “Papa, I'm glad you're ok. Besides all this chaos,” I said as I pointed around the house, “ I hope your trip was uneventful.”

Before another word could be conveyed, my father was up and across the room like he was some kind of vampire.

A sharp crack echoed off the walls. My head snapped to the side, and I staggered back, too shocked to even breathe as my father lowered his hand.

I didn't expect that.

My father hasn't laid a hand on me in years.

“Papa, what the hell was that for? I muttered between clenched teeth. Holding my hand to my face, I tried to ease the stinging pain somehow. I could taste blood in my mouth, and I just prayed all my teeth were intact.

Pointing at me, he spat, “All of this for a woman? A woman you didn't tell me about?”

My spine straightened. I knew this conversation would come sooner or later.
“She saved my life. I saved hers.”

“So you're trying to tell me that she's still here at this house and in your fucking bed, because she saved you? They'll use her as your weakness!”

I clenched my teeth so hard that I'm sure one of my molars had cracked.
“Her name is Maria, and I love her.”

I've never said it out loud to anyone, but it's true.

Papa looked at me like I’d grown a second head, then plopped himself back onto a chair. His face was full of disappointment and another emotion I couldn't read.

“Son, she'll be your downfall!”

“Then let the world burn, Papa!”

Leaving it at that, I opened the fridge, grabbed some cranberry juice, and left for my office.

Papa could accept it or not.

Maria was mine, only mine, and I'd burn the world down for her.