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He drops his hands and lowers his body back into the pool. “I don’t know for sure, but it seems a Croatian arms dealer named Marko Horvat is involved.”
“Do you think this is about Yulian? Or my connection to the bratva?”
A shadow crosses his face, like he’s spent a long time considering that possibility. “Anything is possible. It’ll make a hell of a lot more sense soon. Tomorrow we head to Croatia so I can question Horvat… we’ll part ways there.” The lines of his face are etched with grim unhappiness as he looks towards the dusky horizon.
My throat tightens. This is it for us. It’s what I wanted, but also not what I wanted at all. Because now that I’m faced with our end, it hurts more than I’d imagined. The possibility of a future has finally eclipsed the hurt of the past, but…
No, I can’t allow myself to think of another way. We made a deal, and it’s not like Leo has ever questioned our end date. In fact, this is probably what he wants.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever comes next. “If tonight is our last night together, let’s make it count,” I murmur. Slipping back into the pool, I swim towards him.
His lips form a faint, melancholic smile. “Funny you should say that. I gave the crew the night off.”
“You did?”
“I did.”
I lose my bikini top, flinging it out of the pool, followed by the bottoms. I dance around him in the water, loving the way his eyes track my movements like a predator waiting for the right time to pounce.
“Fuck, butterfly, I don’t know where to start with you,” he rasps. My core clenches as he bridges the distance between us. His hand disappears beneath the water to gently part my thighs, running a finger between my folds. His eyes, a sexy smolder. “This fucking pussy,” he says, and his breath grazes over my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “How am I ever going to live without it?”
I don’t answer because what is there to say? Instead, I weave my fingers through his hair, pulling him towards me, desperate to hold onto this moment a little longer. I want to get lost in him, in the here and now, and ignore what comes next.
"Take me to our room," I say. Despite the storm brewing inside of me, my voice is steady. I need tonight to mean something. I need him to take me fully so there's no doubt I'm his, even if we can't be together.
With a nod, he hauls himself out of the pool, water sluicing off his muscular body. Reaching down, he scoops me up in his arms. My body feels cool from the night air against his warm, wet skin. He kicks the door to our stateroom open with his foot and sets me down carefully on the plush bed. But I have other ideas.
"Lie back on the bed," I say, taking charge. "Hands behind your head, no touching."
Surprise flickers in his eyes, quickly replaced by hot anticipation. He does as I say, lying back, his impressive cock already standing tall, daring me to take control. I scramble to my knees beside him, giving him a show. Jutting out my breasts, my nipples stand at attention.
The smoldering look he gives me makes my skin hum with desire. I feel confident and bold—not the virgin I once was—but his equal.
Tracing my way down his hard body, my tongue softly paves a path from his chest, down his chiseled abs, until I reach my destination. His dick stands at attention for me, and I give it a gentle kiss, admiring the glint of his cock piercing, before wrapping my hand around his balls. His eyes slip closed, and he grunts his pleasure as I lightly tug and cup them in my palm.
“Are you still trying to kill me?” he chokes out, as I continue to gently knead him, mesmerized at the way his dick hardens from me playing with his balls alone.
“Nah,” I whisper. “Gave that up a while ago. It was clear you weren’t going down that easily.” I grin up at him, remembering the day I woke up angry and confused on the yacht. It feels like a lifetime ago.
My hand sweeps upwards, and I palm his thick length as he groans like he might be in pain. As I slowly jerk him, a single bead of moisture clings to the head like a diamond beckoning me forward. My tongue flickers tentatively over the tip before taking his crown into my mouth, circling the piercing with my tongue. It must feel pretty damn good judging by the way he throws his head back and the muscles in his chest ripple with strain. This is the power I craved, the ability to make him squirm in pleasure.
“Don’t play with me, butterfly. I don’t have that much control right now, and the sight of you on your knees for me is too much, too fucking hot.” To drive his point home, he arches his back, pushing his hips up so I am forced to take him deeper.
He continues to rock his hips, slipping his shaft deeper between my lips until I feel his piercing hit the back of my throat. My eyes widen at the intrusion, but I’m hungry for him, so I force my throat to relax around his girth, dragging in breaths through my nose. I swallow, my throat muscles hugging him before I pull back, and run my lips down the side of his hard cock.
He’s losing control; I feel it in the way his body trembles with need. All for me. It’s a huge turn-on, and my body reacts in kind, slickness dripping down my legs. All I can do is press my thighs together, desperate for relief.
“Such an eager mouth,” he rasps. “But that pussy is dripping for me—I can smell you from here. Let me give you some relief. I know you’re dying for it.”
I am absolutely dying for it. As if he can sense my weakness, he lifts me up, turning me around so my pussy is above his face and his hard length is bobbing in front of my mouth.
“What are you doing?” I cry, but a response isn’t necessary. Not when his fingers are already spreading me wide, opening me so he can drink his fill.
“I dream of this cunt,” he says before diving in, licking me in one straight line from clit to ass. “I’ll never get enough.” I nearly scream as his fingers pump inside me in time with his tongue lashing my clit. It’s almost too much, but not enough at the same time. I don’t even mind that he’s taken control, because this is pure fucking bliss.
“Did I say you could stop?” His palm comes down across my ass hard enough to get me moving in the right direction. He fists his cock, holding it out for me as I hollow my cheeks. Bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm, he grabs my ass cheeks and lowers me down onto his mouth. He feasts on me, his tongue barreling into my pussy like he’s a dying man, and I’m the only cure.
It’s almost too much. Having him fill my mouth and cunt at the same time. He’s giving me no choice but to sit on his face, to really sit on it. His attention is focused on my clit, and he circles it with his tongue, finally sucking it fully into his mouth. My god, my legs tremble, and I have to pull off his shaft to force air into my lungs. Unable to hold back for another second, I go off.
