Page 64 of Assassin's Heart


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“Levin–”

She breathes my name again, and I’m fucking done.

“I’m going to come all over your little clit,” I groan, my hand flying over my cock now, rubbing it against her, sliding against her drenched flesh. “I’m going to come all over your pussy,malysh. Are you going to come for me again, too? When you feel my hot cum all over your fucking–pussy–”

The last word comes out on a groan, and Lidiya’s mouth falls open as I push my cockhead hard against her clit, the first hot spurt covering her, shooting up over her pussy and her flat belly and dripping down her skin as my hips buck forwards, and it takes everything in me not to shove myself inside of her, to be satisfied with watching my cock throb against her as I come all over her.

She moans, gasping, and as I push my cock against her clit again, rubbing as more cum spills out over her, I hear her cry of pleasure as her hands fist in the duvet and her head falls back.

“Oh god, Levin, I’m coming–that feels so fucking good, ohfuck–”

I canfeelher pulsing against me, feel her shuddering as another wave of pleasure rushes through me, my cum all over her belly and thighs and pussy now, and I let go of my cock, reaching down to rub her cum-covered clit with two fingers as I look down at her quivering body, feeling half-mad with need.

“One more time,” I growl down at her, feeling the slick heat of my cum under my fingers as I rub it into her skin. “One more orgasm,malysh.”

“I can’t–ohgod!” She shrieks, her hips bucking up against my hand, and I push two fingers into her, forgetting that my cum is all over her, forgetting everything except how fucking beautiful she looks covered in me, and how much I want her to be mine.

“Levin–”

She looks up at me, panting as she shudders through the last tremors of her third climax. “God, I want you to fuck me so badly right now.”

“I know,malysh,” I murmur. It feels like the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do to pull my hands away from her. “But we can’t do that.”

She nods, her eyes fluttering closed as I step away from her. “I’m going to shower,” she whispers, and pushes herself up off the bed, her hand bunched in her skirt to keep it away from her as she gets up.

I get one more glimpse of her pale skin streaked with my cum, the sight sending another throb of arousal through me, before she walks away.

The way it makes me feel is something that I know I should never entertain for even a second. But I’m too far gone now.

God, I’m so fucked.

Lidiya

From the very start, the trip to Mexico feels like torture.

I know I’ve only made things worse by encouraging what Levin and I are doing together. I should have insisted he keep his hands off of me–but I want him just as much.He’s using me to get a job done, and I’m using him to make it bearable,I tell myself to justify letting myself give in.As long as we don’t actually have sex, it won’t go too far.

And god, his tongue and the way he uses it is fucking addicting.

By contrast, it’s been harder and harder to endure Grisha, especially considering how over-the-top romantic he’s tried to be. It all feels so fake, so manufactured. Before I’d known he was married, I’d at least been able to enjoy the flowers and gifts and dinners, even if I felt a little guilty accepting them sometimes.

I hope Mexico will be the end of it–that Levin will find out what he needs, and I can walk away from all of this…before I can’t endure Grisha any longer, and before I fall in so deep with Levin that it breaks my heart to walk away from him.

I know there’s no future there. I know that this is infatuation, a passion born from proximity and mutual lust, and that anything else I feel can’t possibly be real.

It can’t be.

Grisha has chartered a private jet for us to Mexico. It’s filled with flowers when we board, in vases along the windows, and he beams at me as we walk into the cabin.

“I know this is a work trip,” he says, touching my face as he turns me towards him. “But I wanted to spoil you–to make it feel romantic anyway. We’ve never gone on vacation before.”

Because you have a wife,I want to say, but I force a smile. “They’re beautiful,” I tell him as he guides me to one of the soft beige seats, pulling me down onto his lap as he sits down.

“We’re going to have a wonderful time together, when I’m not working,” he promises, tugging me down for a kiss. “And while we’re getting there–”

I’ve become very practiced at letting my mind drift to other places while Grisha is touching me. I think of what Levin told me this morning before I left to meet Grisha–that it’s important that I tell him anything I hear, even the smallest of details.

Grisha’s dealings are threatening other deals that the organization I work for has made,he’d told me, his lips pressed tightly together.I’m hesitant to even tell you that much. But you should be aware of how important this is.

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