Page 240 of Lethal Obsession

“Then show me,” I whisper.

He reaches up and pulls the pins out of my hair, letting it tumble down my back.

Leaning down, I put my mouth close to his ear. “Fuck me, Alexei.”

He enters me with a savage sound that excites me almost as much as his length ripping into me, filling me so completely my head goes back, the breath leaving my body.

His hands go to my hips, and he begins to move me, not gently. I can feel the urgency in us both, the unwillingness to wait. He rolls me over his cock, spreading me wide so every part of me is worked as he thrusts hard upward.

I go to move onto my back, and he locks me in place. “No.” He puts his hands on my nipples again, harder this time, making me cry out. “I want you like this, angel. I want to watch you come.”

My movements increase, and my head goes back, my fingers clawing at his body as I grind against him, my breath coming shorter and shorter.

“Fuck.” He rears up, his hands going under my ass, pushing me up and angling himself to a place inside me I’ve never even felt before, and his mouth captures my nipple, exploding my entire being.

“Oh!” I buck furiously against him, riding him with every spasm of my climax until his head goes back.

“Fuck.” He explodes in pulsating heat and savagery, the intensity of it ripping through us both, keeping my own orgasm rippling through me long into the aftermath.

Much later, Alexei stirs beside me and yawns. “Much as I’d like to keep you here all night,” he says huskily, kissing my head, “if we don’t eat something soon, we won’t have enough energy for everything I plan to do to you.”

I giggle. “I thought you’d done all those things already.”

He slaps my ass. “Not even close, sweetheart,” he says cheerfully as he rises from the bed. I lie there for a moment, reveling in the sight of his naked strength. I can hear the sound of voices drifting through the corridors, although I don’t know when the others got home.

“I told Darya about the wedding.”

Alexei twists his head to me as he turns on the shower. “Oh?” He looks surprisingly unconcerned.

“She didn’t seem very . . . She was worried about Papa,” I say tentatively.

“Ha.” He gives me a rather self-satisfied smile. “I don’t think that will be a problem by the time we get downstairs.”

“No?”

His grin widens at my uncertainty. “Nope.”

“Care to share?”

“Why don’t you join me in the shower, then we can go downstairs and face the music together?”

I give him a wary look. “I thought you said we needed to eat first?”

“And I meant it.” He gives me a wolfish look. “But there’s no reason I can’t snack on you first.”

If I was worried about the reception we might get, the pathway is smoothed over by Masha hurling herself at Alexei the moment we appear in the kitchen.

“Lexi!”

He catches her as she leaps, spinning her in a circle and planting a fat kiss on her cheek. “Myshka,” he says, holding her head to his shoulder. “I’ve missed you.”

She clings to him for a long time. I don’t realize I’m crying until I see Darya wiping her own eyes. She catches mine and waves me away, turning away to compose herself. By the time Alexei gently deposits Masha back to the floor, we’ve both managed to regain control.

“Dar.” He crosses the floor and pulls his sister into a warm embrace. I don’t miss her expression of surprise, nor the way she accepts his embrace almost nervously, as if waiting for him to push her away. But he doesn’t, just stands there for a long time hugging her, then gently steps back, still with his hands on her shoulders.

He asks, “Has Roman spoken to you yet?”

“He has.” Swallowing the tears still hovering in her eyes, Darya holds his arms, shaking her head slowly. “I’m so happy for you, Alexei,” she says softly. “So happy for you both.”