I’m completely at his mercy, and I’ve never been more aroused in my life.
He sucks one of my nipples and gives me a shallow thrust that’s not enough. “Beg me, hellcat, or I won’t give it to you.”
“Please,” I surrender, my needy pussy taking control of the wheel. “Give me your come.”
“Good girl.” He rises up and thrusts hard into me, grinding against my clit.
Pleasure rips through me, racing down my spine and exploding. I clamp down on his cock, coming with an intensity I’ve never experienced before. He fucks me for another few hard thrusts, and then he gives me what he promised, sinking so deep and filling me up with the hot, delicious rush of his come.
We stay wrapped up in each other for what could be seconds or minutes, my pussy pulsing with aftershocks of the multiple orgasms I’ve just had, my body clearly intent on wringing every drop out of his gorgeous cock.
Then he slowly withdraws, slipping from me and unfolding my legs.
I lie there on the comforter, heart pounding fast, body humming with pleasure and exertion, and make a shocking realization.
I’ve never felt more alive.
Chapter 18
SCORPION
I wake up in a bed that’s not mine, the scent of ripe summer berries and sex in the air. My cock is hard, a combination of morning wood and the memory of Katya’s wet pussy strangling it.
I was out of my mind last night. But then, so was she. I’ve been wanting her since I first laid eyes on her, and I knew we’d be good together. Still, I didn’t know we’d be fucking combustible. She liked when I spanked her ass and her pussy. Liked when I talked dirty. Loved my cock pounding into her. If she weren’t a Bratva princess, she’d be perfect.
The unfortunate fact that she’s the sister of Mikhail and Dmitri Sidorov is not going to keep me from fucking her, though.
Rolling over, I reach for Katya, but my hand meets with rumpled bedding instead of a lush tit or the inviting curve of her ass. I groan with disappointment, belatedly taking in the faint strains of the shower in the bathroom.
But then it occurs to me that my wife is showering, which means she’s on the other side of the wall, naked and wet.
We might be headed for a war with the Bratva, but I’ve got more important things on my mind at the moment. Like fucking my wife.
I throw back the covers and slip into the bathroom, not bothering to knock.
Steam fills the room, along with the fruity scent of shower gel. It’s not the kind she usually uses—this one smells tropical, like pineapple. Must be something Luna stocked the shower with. I skipped it last night because the bottle was pink.
The scent is pleasant, but it’s the sight of the woman on the other side of the glass shower doors that rivets me. Her ass faces me, her long, dark hair plastered down her back as she lathers up.
“Morning,cara mia,” I say when I realize she hasn’t noticed my entrance.
She makes a high-pitched sound and whirls about. I’d feel bad for frightening her, but it’s given me a killer view. Damn. She has a body that would make most grown men weep like blubbering babies. Long, toned legs and feminine curves. Her tits are the ideal handful, tipped with responsive pink nipples I can’t get enough of sucking.
And her perfect pussy.
Cazzo, I’m ready to be on my knees worshiping it. Worshiping her.
“You’re awake,” she says, sounding a little breathless.
Soap suds glide down her chest, pooling on one nipple before heading to her belly. Lucky suds.
I run a hand through my hair, wincing as pain shoots across my arm, and I remember I was grazed by a bullet and that I probably overdid it when I fucked Katya to oblivion last night.
“I need a shower,” I say.
“I’ll be out in a few.” She spins back toward the shower spray, giving me another opportunity to admire her ass.
It’s high and tight, perfectly sculpted from years of dance and yoga. The memory of those sweet curves turned red from my hand makes my dick twitch. And her response…damn. She was fucking soaked.
