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“Matthias,” I moaned, pushing back against him, trying to meet every rabid thrust, aching for the next.
“Good girl.” He thrust harder, forcing my hips into the desk. “Fuck, Ava,” he growled, his hips stuttering slightly and his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Beg me to let you come.”
I shook my head. Fuck no, I wasn’t. He slapped my ass hard and pulled on his tie. My eyes widened as my throat became completely restricted. What the fuck? Shit. I was pretty sure I just geysered even more wetness between my thighs.
“Beg me to come,” he snarled dangerously, not allowing me room to breathe or pull back.
“Please let me come!”
“Not enough,” he growled. “Beg.”
“Matthias.” My body was tightening, preparing for the crash of bliss that was just out of reach. “Dammit. Please, sir, let me come. I need to—”
He pushed forward one last time, stealing the breath from my lungs when his fingers pinched my clit hard, and I suddenly unraveled. My scream was hoarse, lungs begging for air as he fucked me even harder through every roll of pleasure. His balls slapped against me, cock plowing deeper and harder into my heated pussy.
With a roar, Matthias emptied himself into me, deftly undoing the tie around my throat as he did. Panting, he leaned over, bracing himself on either side of me, hands on the desk. His teeth bit into the curve of my neck, and I arched into him, moaning his name once again.
“Ya lyublyu tyebya, Krasnyy,” he hummed in my ear.
“I love you, too.”
And I did. I just hoped that my loving him didn’t end in disappointment.
CHAPTERTWENTY
Istood nervously outside her new room. She couldn’t see me through the one-way mirror, but from the way she tilted her head and stared at it, I had no doubt she knew I was there. Her hands were folded neatly on her lap as she waited patiently in the room while the nurse looked over her vitals and gently murmured at her, asking her questions and testing her memory and awareness.
My mother looked frail and thin sitting up in the hospital bed. Even with the Botox injections and daily stretching, her muscles had atrophied with the passing of time. Dr. Radick explained that she would need extensive physical and speech therapy in order to recover fully from her ordeal. But the prognosis was good, and that was all that mattered.
Time was no object anymore.
Even with the threat of Sheila and Remus out there.
“She won’t be able to say much for a little while,” Radick informed me. “Her voice box is slightly damaged from all the endotracheal tubes she had to endure over the years and also from disuse. The propofol might have messed with her memory slightly, so do not be surprised if there are gaps. It is all right if you fill her in, but if you can, try to let her remember them on her own. Guide her, but don’t force her. Yes?”
I nodded at him numbly, my eyes still not believing that she was awake. She had a slight smile on her face as she continued to stare straight at me, sensing me as she always did when I was a child.
“Can I see her now?”
Dr. Radick gave me a broad smile and nodded toward the door. “After you.”
Without a backward glance, I rushed through the door and to her side. It took everything in me not to throw myself into her embrace and weep like I was a child again. I knew she couldn’t take that, but it didn’t stop the river of tears from sliding out of my eyes.
And I was going to be so put together for her.
She smiled up at me, her eyes shining brightly.
“M..mo…ch..roi.”
My heart.
“Mama,” my lower lip trembled, and I gently took her hand in mine. It was cold and listless, but it wouldn’t be that way for long.
“Sit, Red.” Matthias pulled up a chair next to the bed and guided me to sit. I didn’t protest. My mother’s eyes glanced up at him with interest before settling back on me.
“She’s been awake for almost three hours now,” Dr. Radick told me with pride in his voice. “Your mother is a fighter.”
“My wife had to get it from somewhere.” Matthias smirked. At the word wife, my mother’s eyebrows buried themselves in her hairline. My husband grimaced. “Sorry,Krasnyy.” Guilt washed over him, but I waved it away. There would be no hiding anything from her.
