Nika hisses and squirms. “No.” She digs her heels into my ass, shifting herself up. “Not anymore.”
With a feral smile, she plunges herself down, taking me deeper. Chasing a feeling that has nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with familiar destruction and pain.
She clenches around me with every ounce of strength she has, more than I could have dreamed of. Her entire body wraps around me as she squeezes and takes what she wants, what she needs.
Even wrecked with shock, I manage to rein myself in as pleasure builds in her. The tension ratchets up as my hands push into the wall. If I were a better man, I would stop her. I would throw her off of me and get as far from her as I could.
But I’m not a better man.
She moans in my ear before draping her arms around my neck and riding faster, racing to her peak.
And I just let her.
She’s innocent, and I’m a monster.
Nika tenses around me, her breath halting and then trickling out in a satisfied sigh that ripples down my neck and shoulder. Her audible pleasure nearly kills me. I struggle to stay still, to give her this without complicating her first time.
She convulses around my cock until that, too, slows and relaxes.
With all the willpower I have, I press my hand against the wall and pull out.
The loss devastates me. My body screams for completion, for the release that’s right within reach.
I could go again. Improve the experience for her. I know what she likes, and she barely got anything special. Hell, she did all the work herself. I know I could…
No, I can’t.
Even monsters have their limits.
And no one’s first time should be with a man like me.
Max
I find myself in front of the big windows, staring into the darkness. My jeans remain open, my body still hard and aching. I ignore them both as my mind attempts to piece together the fragments that won’t form a coherent thought.
She insisted that Roman killed her mother, which means she must be lying.
Except shewasn’t.
I can’t deny her conviction. She believed everything she said, and I know that.
I also know that I’ve never once seen my Pakhan be anything but kind to women. Even strangers he passes on the street get a smile and a nod. He’s almost courtly with his old-world manners.
In the time I’ve known him, though, I’ve never seen him with another woman. Never seen him in a relationship. He never went on a date or flirted or showed interest in anyone after Lilia died.
Or after he killed his wife, as Nika claims.
The thought settles into my stomach like lead, threatening to come up my throat.
Roman never had another woman. He was alone. Always giving in to grief when he didn’t think anyone was watching.
Was that grief? Or guilt?
What if she’s just mistaken? Kids can misremember things, and the adult they grow into would never know the difference.
What if she’s not lying?
If she’s speaking the truth, she’s even more dangerous. More tragic.
