He adjusts his stance, changing the angle so the head of his cock drags over that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. I cry out, my knees giving way, but Alexei’s arms tighten, holding me steady like he’d never let me fall. The cuffs clink when I move, sending another rush of excitement through me. My head spins from the way he touches me, like he already knows how to unravel me until there’s nothing left but him and how he makes me feel.
“Alexei,” I breathe. “I’m…I’m going to come.”
He doesn’t slow down. If anything, he moves even faster, stealing the air from my lungs. Pressure builds in my stomach, my entire body trembling as the cool glass and the cuffs make every sensation more intense.
Suddenly, he pulls away, and the loss of him leaves me breathless and disoriented. Before I can gather my thoughts, his hand slides into my hair, his fingers tightening gently at the roots as he draws me back from the window and against his chest again.
He carries me to the bed and tosses me onto my back, my hair spilling across the sheets as I try to catch my breath. He braces himself over me, his ice-blue eyes moving over my flushed skin. He grabs my ankles and pushes my legs wide open, exposing my wet, swollen pussy.
“You undo me, Maggie.”
“Alexei…” I breathe, his name falling apart on my lips like that’s answer enough.
He grabs my legs, hooking my knees over his elbows and folding me nearly in half. My cuffed hands press harder into the mattress, straining my shoulders, but the stretch only makes everything more intense.
He pushes inside me again, slow this time, and agonizingly deep. I watch his face, the strain in his jaw, and the way his eyes bore into mine. He’s taking his time now, savoring control. He leans down, capturing my lips in a brutal, possessive kiss, swallowing my moans as he begins to fuck me again.
His rhythm is deep, grinding in circles that hit every nerve. The friction is incredible, his body pressing against my clit with every thrust. I’m so close it hurts.
“Come for me,” he growls against my mouth. “Let me feel you squeeze every drop of cum from my cock.”
That’s all it takes. My back arches as far as it can, a cry ripping from my throat as my orgasm hits. I spasm around him, clamping down tight. Wave after wave of pleasure leaves me shaking and gasping, stars dancing behind my eyes.
He fucks me through it, drawing it out until I’m sobbing, overstimulated, and trembling. Only when I stop shaking doeshe let go, his own release taking over. He buries himself deep, groaning as he pulses inside me, filling me with his hot, sticky cum.
He drops down beside me and pulls me close, gently easing me off my wrists while we both try to catch our breath. Neither of us says a word. We lie tangled in warm sheets, my cheek pressed to his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
My whole body feels loose and shaky, like he kissed every thought out of my head and left me floating. I should probably feel embarrassed, but all I can think about is how safe I feel in his arms, which somehow feels even more dangerous.
Alexei moves beside me and reaches for the cuffs, his fingers gentle as he unlocks them from my wrists one by one. The cool metal falls away, and he rubs his thumb over the faint pink marks before lifting my hand to his mouth and kissing my knuckles. The tenderness hits me harder than anything else tonight.
“There,” he murmurs. “Better.”
I nod a little, suddenly too full of emotion to trust my voice.
He pulls the blankets over us and draws me back against his chest, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. One strong arm wraps around my waist while his fingers move slowly through my hair. Between his steady breathing and the warmth of his body, my eyes finally close.
8
MAGGIE
I wake up tangled in cool, dark sheets that definitely aren’t mine. For one heavy, foggy second, I stare at the ceiling and wonder why it’s so dark in here, why the mattress feels too big beneath me, and why the air smells faintly of cedar and cologne instead of my lavender laundry detergent and the strawberry candle burning itself into a slow death on my nightstand.
The memory crashes into me so fast my stomach turns.
Alexei.
His mouth on mine. His hand on my waist. The way he looked at me like he’d already made up his mind about me long before I realized it.
Sweet Lord.
I jerk upright so fast the sheet slides down my chest, and panic jolts me fully awake. I’m in Alexei Agapov’s bed, at his mansion, after spending the night with him.
A quiet rushing sound fills the quiet room. I glance at the partly open bathroom door, where steam rolls into the bedroom in pale waves. The shower’s running. He’s in there.
“Oh, no,” I whisper, pressing both hands to my face. “Oh, honey, no.”
Ivy.
