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Not until now.
After opening my door, he reaches into the backseat to unclip Daniela. Despite the angst flooding my mind with ‘what if‘scenarios that could get Hades and Petro killed if it comes out that my family had something to do with Irina Malikov’s death, my lips curl upward at the sight of Daniela draped over her father’s shoulder. She clings to him like Saran Wrap, her arms locked around his neck and her teddy bear hanging from the fingers of one chubby hand.
A surge of heat blankets my heart, warmth coiling in my belly.
She knows him. She did from the first night he appeared at the house.
Maybe Irina really is caught between here and the afterlife, and she’s trying to connect through Daniela, to show him what he can have, what his life can be.
Does that mean she approves of me?
The thought grabs hold of my mind and refuses to release it.
I press my fingertips to my temples.
Like his dead mother is going to somehow convince him through Daniela that he needs to start a family with me while I desperately pray that Hades didn’t do something very stupid that will replace that hope with something much more lethal.
We ride up the glass-sided elevator in silence.
I know what riddles my mind.
But I’d love to know what’s consuming his right now.
“We should put her down for a nap. It’s been a long day.” I step into the foyer of his condo, kick off the shoes he bought me to wear for the burial, and hold out my arms. “Do you want me to take her?”
“I’ve got it.” He rubs a hand up and down her back. I stand in the foyer as he passes me in a cloud of a deliciously sexy scent and watch as he slowly carries her into the bedroom. Once he disappears through the doorway, I tiptoe down the hall and peek inside.
The soft glow of the afternoon sun creeps in through the bottom of the drawn shade. My breath hitches when he leans over to stroke her hair. His face relaxes into a smile as he stares down at her. I don’t know how much time has passed by the time he straightens up and turns toward the door.
His smile fades, his expression morphing into something decidedly more predatory as he crosses the room in only a couple of strides. Eyes hooded with lust rake over the length of my body. He captures me around the waist and crushes his lips against mine. The kiss is long, deep, and desperate, sucking all of the breath right out of my lungs and infusing me with his desire. His hot and hungry mouth breathes sparks of passion into my soul. They ignite, tiny explosions shooting out to every cell and nerve ending.
He kicks open the door to his bedroom and backs me into the space, never moving his lips away from mine. Our teeth clash and crack as we devour one another like voracious animals, frenzied fingers tugging and tearing at each other’s clothes until they form a pile at our feet. Danil guides me onto the mattress and slides my ass to the edge before dropping to his knees in front of me. I choke on a gasp when his tongue sweeps over my slit, taunting my clit until my chest bubbles with a scream that could wake the dead. I grab a nearby pillow and shove it over my face to muffle the sound.
I roll my hips toward his mouth as he fucks me with his tongue, my legs trembling as they tighten around his head. My pussy throbs from the force of his mouth against my most sensitive area. Ripples of pleasure build in my core with each flick of my clit. His beard grates against my skin, heightening the sensations. Blood rushes between my temples. My heart stutters, thrashing wildly as the orgasm builds.
His mouth closes over my clit again, giving it the most deliciously ferocious tongue-lashing I never even dared imagine possible. I lock my legs together, spasming uncontrollably from the waves of euphoria crashing over me, one after another after another. I squeeze my eyes shut, pressing the pillow tighter over my mouth to release the screams that have been building. I fist his hair, pulling it tight, but he never stops. Hell, he doesn’t even slow down. He’s the surfboard, guiding my ride over the crazy, intense waves rolling toward me.
Something inside of me snaps like an overstretched rubber band, and the barrage of emotion and physical pleasure that follows makes tears spring to me eyes while my body convulses under his complete control.
I fling the pillow away from my face, gasping for oxygen like I’ve just been choked. I flounder under the command of the powerful aftershocks, tiny mewls slipping from my lips. “That was fucking incredible.” I can barely hear my own whispered words, but my God, I feel them.
“I hope you’re not finished yet.” His growly voice sends shivers scuttling down my spine. He rises to his feet and stands over me, licking his lips like I’m his final meal on Earth.
I gaze up at him, a smile playing at my lips as I scoot backward on the mattress. “Never.”
“Oh, you wanna play games?” His eyes glow with wicked intent. He crawls onto the mattress and grabs my wrists, locking my arms overhead. Using one knee, he forces my legs open wide.
“But I want to touch you. I want to drag my fingernails down your back when you make me come. I want to pull your hair when the pleasure is so good and I’m close to blacking out. I want you to feel what you do to me.” My lips lift. “Don’t you want that, too?”
“I want everything.” He dips his head, capturing my lips as he thrusts hard inside of me. With each deep stroke, he drives me closer to a place where I know I will never be able to escape. He presses his thumb against my clit as I work my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, gorging myself on his thick cock. It isn’t long before white flashes explode behind my eyes. I lance his skin with my nails, dragging them down his spine. My pussy clamps down on his dick, throbbing erratically as he plunders my body, mind, and soul, literally and figuratively. My walls pulse, clenching with need. Our bodies slap against one another, skin pebbled with sweat.
I open my mouth, but before any sounds puncture the silence, he swallows my scream. I come hard over his cock, the orgasmic sensations consuming me like a funnel cloud that I want to stay trapped in forever.
He jerks his hips, his movements more intense as he thrusts a few more times before releasing with a loud groan. With a deep sigh, he flings himself onto his back, landing next to me on the mattress. The lingering scent of sex and sin tinges the air, our ragged breaths the only sounds in the room. When my body finally calms, I roll onto my side. Danil’s eyes are closed, his head tipped back on the comforter, giving me a view of a pulsating vein in his neck. I reach over and trace my finger over the scythe on his left shoulder, his skin gleaming with a thin layer of sweat.
Justice and death.
His dark eyes open, focused on me. I pull my finger away like I’ve just been caught touching something I shouldn’t.
