Page 142 of Anton

A rough curse tears from him as he fucks me faster, the slap of skin filling the room while my orgasm builds toward the breaking point. I arch into him, desperate for the release rushing closer.

“Give it all to me, detka.” His fingers dig into my ass before another hard slap lands. “Take what you need.”

I tighten around his cock, feeling every thick stroke as his command sinks into me. When his fingers sweep my clit again, the pressure finally breaks. My orgasm tears over me, my pussy clenching around him as pleasure consumes every nerve.

His release follows with a grunt, his body locking behind mine. “Take it all.”

He pumps faster, filling me as his cock pulses inside me, each thrust turning rougher before his rhythm gradually slows. When it’s over, his arms band around me and hold me against his chest, his mouth peppering kisses down my neck while he remains buried inside me.

Being held like this feels almost more intimate than everything that came before. He fits into a place inside me I hadn’t known was empty, and the thought of being away from him already hurts.

I reach behind me, dragging my nails over his scalp as I guide his mouth to mine, our lips moving softly together. “So, what did you have to tell me?”

Anton kisses the side of my neck while his fingers drift between my thighs again, toying with my swollen clit until my oversensitive body jerks against him. “I did some digging on your family after I left the meeting, which is why it took so long. I didn’t want to tell you unless I found something.”

Everything inside me goes still as I push off and turn to face him.

“Tell me everything.”

He pulls his pants up, zipping back up. “Your mother might have had a sister, but it looks like June remembered the state wrong. It’s not Kentucky. It’s Kansas.”

That gets my attention.

“There’s a woman with Mara’s maiden name,” he goes on. “Close enough in age to be her sister, and I found old records connecting her to the Hales before she moved.”

This could be my aunt.

“Can we go see if it’s her?”

“Yeah.” He grabs my waist and drops his body over mine. “But not for a few days. My brother will start wondering if I disappear again, and I need to handle some things here first.”

A few days seems like too long, yet not long enough at the same time.

“Okay.” I throw my arms around his torso. “I can wait a few days.”

“Good.” He bends, grabs me behind the thighs, and lifts me off the floor, his eyes boring into mine as he stands there staring at me.

“What?” I laugh. “Do I have something on my face?”

He shakes his head, and my heart beats faster as he takes me in like he’s seeing me for the first time.

“You’re…” His knuckles coast over my cheek. “You’re beautiful. I didn’t know beauty could hurt until I looked at you.”

My pulse gives a sharp thump and tears fill my eyes, though I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I know a bit about his past. How little love he had, how badly he might’ve wanted it—or worse, never even knew what it felt like to have it.

I reach down and clasp his face between my palms, lowering my mouth to his and kissing him slowly, taking my time with every brush of our lips. My legs wind around his waist, my arms circling his neck as he carries me toward the bed. Volchok jumps down with an irritated grunt when Anton lays me across the soft mattress, and the feeling of his body covering mine sends need rushing through me all over again.

“Take it off,” I whisper.

His gaze flits over me.

“Your clothes.”

His jaw grinds as he rises on his knees, then the shirt comes open, button by button, revealing ink and scarred skin and all that hard muscle I’ve touched. Then he stands, unzips his pants, and shoves them down with his boxers.

My fingers ache to trace every mark, but before I can reach for him, he steps closer, catching my ankle and dragging me to the edge of the bed. I grin as his palms slide up my legs, and he yanks my shorts and panties down, spreading me open as his eyes take me in.

“You’re…” Strain pulls at his features.