Every muscle in my body was tingling, every inch of my skin. I wanted to please him, to share the kind of pleasure he'd given me. I slowly squeezed my muscles as I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him down until our lips crushed together.
He shifted back and forth, and I was able to feel his cock throbbing deep inside. I moved until I was able to place both legs around him, pulling him even closer until we were locked together.
For the next few seconds, there was no night or day, no time and no fear of the unknown. Just the two of us. And there was no place I'd rather be.
As his body jerked, I clamped down again, expecting him to explode inside. When he rolled me over, forcing me to straddle his waist while he cupped my breasts, it was my turn to throw back my head. The moan erupting from my lips was elongated, strangled. The feel of him was insane, delicious.
He'd unraveled me, taken me to another dimension, allowing me to be free.
"Ride me," he whispered, the husky command still intact.
I was able to give him a salacious smile as I rocked, savoring every moment as his cock sliced back and forth across my G-spot.
"Mmm..." My moans were escalated, the various electrifying sensations erupting in waves of heat. I closed my eyes as I pressed my knees into him, enjoying the feeling of being in control.
"Moy seksual'nyy kotenok, my sexy kitten," he said in a low and visceral tone as he pinched and twisted my nipples.
The combination of pain and pleasure was almost overpowering, keeping me close to coming once again. I was so alive, more so than I'd ever been and when he pulled me down, lifting his head until he was able to press his lips against mine, I floated into a state of bliss.
Then I squeezed my pussy muscles, continuing to grin against him as he thrust his tongue deep inside my mouth. I could tell he was close to coming, his body tensing, his chest heaving. When his body began to shake, I released then clenched again.
Aleksei broke the kiss, still pinching my nipples, his face twisting. He let out an intense roar, rolling me over once again, thrusting in a brutal manner.
I wrapped my legs around him, watching his facial expressions, the savage man riddled with mystery.
And I knew I could lose myself in him.
As long as we both remained alive. Aleksei
Blyad.
When I started off my morning using the word 'fuck,' the only acceptable reason for it was when waking up next to a beautiful woman, even if she was considered dangerous on several levels.
Willow was certainly both.
I wasn't supposed to have any feelings whatsoever for the enemy. There were some, including many of my soldiers, who would find the concept amusing if nothing else. I was revered for my harshness, my ruthless and unforgiving behavior. However, my men I could handle. They would never dare question me for fear of my wrath.
My father was a different story and the very reason for my nasty mood.
Maksim's interruptive call had at least given me a heads up. My father was on his way to my house, a place he never came unless he had a bone to pick. For Aleksandr Petrov, any kind of weakness was unacceptable. His method of handling Willow would have been to force her at gunpoint to set up a meeting then to place a bullet in her head.
My methods were considered intolerable.
I stood in my office, trying to stomach a cup of coffee and staring out at the early morning light. The day already seemed ominous, the sky crisscrossed with hues of tangerine and crimson, but the swirling clouds were slowly feasting on the dazzling hues. I'd left Willow in my personal bed, naked under my sheets. Not locked in chains. Not shackled to the bed. A dead giveaway I'd crossed an imaginary line that Bratvas never did.
There was no sound of a doorbell, no announcement of my father's arrival other than the thudding of his shoes as he took long strides. He knew where to find me. When he remained silent once he entered the room, I knew he was pissed.
"Good morning, Father."
"Kak ty dumayesh' chto ty delayesh'?" my father demanded.
I shot him a look, narrowing my eyes. He stood almost as tall as my six-foot-four-inch frame, but the years had gotten the better of him, as all as the constant asthma attacks brought on by years of heavy smoking. This morning, he looked gaunt, even frail. "English, please. We live in America now."
Huffing, he walked further into the room. "What do you think you're doing?" he repeated, his glare equally venomous.
"My job, at least the last time I looked." I realized the curt answers weren't in my best interest, but I was in no mood for playing Russian politics, which is exactly where this was going. I took another sip of coffee before abandoning the idea, sliding the ceramic cup onto the desk. The file containing every bit of information on Church Exports was exactly where I'd left it. I'd also included the limited data I'd found on Willow. In showing her the various evidence, I'd be tipping at my hand as to the level of control I actually did have in the situation.
During Maksim's morning call, he'd been able to provide names of certain people loyal to the Church organization. With a single phone call, I could have Peter's main guard dogs taken out. My men were poised to do so.
"You are Russian born. You are Bratva, an honorable position. Heir to the throne. You have requirements to follow, including those I established years ago. Yet you are acting cavalier, as if the fact our empire is being threatened shouldn't be a concern to you." My father moved closer to the desk, slamming his hand on the cool wood.
I watched as a portion of the coffee spilled out, staining the file, and sighed. The situation did need to be settled quickly.
Heir to a throne. "We don't have a principality, Father. We have several businesses, including some that play by all the rules. I am well aware of the events occurring with Church Exports. In fact, there will be a meeting with Peter Church tomorrow to discuss the... situation. In other words, allow me to perform my duties in a manner that will provide the best resolution."
His increasing anger was evident by his reddening face. "Retaliation is the only method acceptable. There's already word on the street that another player is chomping at the bit, ready to take what is rightfully ours. As you might imagine, Aleksei, the news is unsettling for our people. And our clients? There is talk that some might walk."
"You know they won't do that, Father. They understand the terms of the deal. Breaking their oath to the Petrov family would be akin to signing their death warrant."
"Not if Mr. Church is offering them protection as well as a more lucrative deal."
My father's ability to dig deep and find out everything that was going on was uncanny. "He won't have the opportunity. I assure you."
"I expect that you'll handle this the right way. I've never known you to be weak in any manner, son, and that can't happen now. Not for any reason," he overemphasized. "We have far too much at stake for there to be any problems."
"And just what is at stake? You've been alluding to that for weeks." I caught the single tic appearing on the corner of his mouth. He'd been hiding something from me.