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I needed that inside me so badly I wanted to scream. My phone buzzed and I swiped it weakly.
Think about my cock filling up your little cunt while I choke and fuck you from behind.
I flipped onto my knees, grabbing a pillow and straddling it. My nipples were hard and my inner thighs were slick. Hands shaking, I propped the camera up so show my lower belly and thighs. Then, panting and biting back my moans, I ground my pussy on the pillow and pretended it was his thigh.
I came fast with my fingers working my G-spot. This time I arced up as I felt myself release and wetness soaked the pillow.
He didn’t answer for a few minutes after I sent him that video and I knew what that meant. Satisfied, for the first time in months, I slipped onto my back.
Breathless from him.
CHAPTER THIRTY
LUCIEN
It was a cool, autumn day in late October when I was cleared to go home.
Viktor and my cousin were gracious hosts, I was more than ready to be out of bed and back with my family. The evening before my return, I joined Viktor on the side porch overlooking the river. He was sitting back in his chair with a glass of whiskey in his fingers, pale eyes washed out in the setting sun. When I stepped out, he glanced up and jerked his head at the empty chair.
“Sit,” he said.
I crossed the porch and sank down. My hip twinged. I’d been in physical therapy all afternoon and I felt the effects of it.
“You’re doing well,” Viktor said. “I won’t offer you a drink, you don’t need it with all the medications you’re on.”
“I’m just on Tylenol now,” I said.
“Since when?”
“Since they took me off the morphine,” I said. “A week after I woke up.”
“Shit, you’re a tough bastard,” said Viktor, reached across the table and pouring me a shot.
“Did Sienna go to bed?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder.
“She rarely makes it past eight these days,” said Viktor. “She gets up at five for pilates class.”
I felt my jaw twitch. “Is this what we’ve become? Two rich men drinking whiskey while our wives spend our money?”
Viktor nodded, a faint smile on his lips as he reached into his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes. I shook my head.
“No, thanks, I’m good,” I said.
He shrugged, putting an unlit cigarette to his mouth. The lighter flicked and the tip glimmered in the dim light.
“I think it might be time for us to stand back and let our sons become the men we once were,” he said.
“Do we want that?” I murmured.
“Do we have a choice?”
“No,” I said, releasing a heavy sigh. “This life has been in our blood far longer than you or I. You did your best to break away and yet…here you are. Sienna says you want back in.”
His jaw worked thoughtfully. “I’m bored.”
“Boredom is never good.”
He shook his head.
