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“Promise me you’ll stop me if it’s too much.”
“I promise.”
I keep my eyes locked on hers, dragging my fingers alongher silky smooth skin before slowly pulling her yoga pants down. I’m careful to keep her panties on, but that thin scrap of lace isn’t much of a barrier. Unable to resist, I cup her ass and pull her closer, dragging my nose along her panties, breathing her in and making myself so hard I can barely think.
When I feel her tense, I tighten my grip on her. Lifting my eyes to hers, I kiss the panty-covered pussy I’m dying to taste and whisper, “I will never hurt you. I’m not him,malishka.”
“I know you’re not.”
“Say my name, baby.”
“Matvey,” she whispers.
“Say it anytime you need to remind yourself who’s touching you.”
I wait for her to nod before spinning her around and sitting her on my lap so her back is pressed against my chest, her perfect ass is nestled in my lap, and she has a clear view of herself in the mirror in front of us.
Her soft gasp when she looks up and meets my eyes in the mirror is sexy as fuck. The sun is setting, but I’ve kept a lamp on so there’s enough light for me to see and just enough shadow to keep her from being too embarrassed. Running my hands down her thighs, I hook them over mine and then slowly spread my legs so hers do the same.
“What are you doing?”
When her thighs are spread wide, I lightly drag my fingers up her legs and kiss her neck. “I’m going to remind you how beautiful this is,malishka.” My teeth graze her delicate skin. “I’m going to remind you of how good it can feel.”
Chapter 11
Alina
Itense at his words, but I want what he’s offering too badly to ask him to stop. It used to be so beautiful between us. It had felt so fucking pure and perfect, and I want that back. I want to feel that again, even if it’s just for a few seconds.
His tattooed hands run up my legs, his scarred palms lightly scratching my skin and sending a shiver all through me. When he gets to my inner thighs, he keeps going, lightly dragging the pads of his fingers over my panties before gripping the bottom of my shirt. I lift up just enough for him to pull it off before sinking back against him.
The light is dim enough to hide most of my imperfections in the mirror, but when I look down, I can easily see the scars that decorate my skin, reminders of my time with Konstantin. My arms instinctively raise, trying to hide them from view, but he gently grips my forearms, pulling them from my chest and stomach so he can see me.
“Every part of you is beautiful to me,” he whispers against my skin while kissing my neck.
“I’m covered in scars now,” I start to say, but he shakes his head and kisses me again. Lightly dragging his fingers along my skin, he traces the silvery white marks from the times I displeased Konstantin in some wayand he felt he needed to beat or cut a reminder into me—always get on your knees when I enter the room, never look me in the eyes, never make a sound unless I allow it—the rules of a sadist who secretly loved it when I forgot because that meant he got to teach me another lesson.
“Your scars don’t bother me. They’re a part of you, and I love every damn part of you, Alina.”
I let out a soft gasp when I realize he’s quoting what I once told him about his own scars. My throat grows tight and my eyes fill while his fingers run over my scars, marking each one with his touch.
“These remind me that you’re alive. I could’ve so easily lost you,malishka.” When he feels the worst scar, the one that runs along my stomach and curves around my hip, he lets out a groan before kissing my neck. “I’m so goddamn proud of you, Alina. Thank you for staying alive. Thank you for enduring this so I could find you and bring you home.”
I whisper his name, turning my head so I can see him. “Knowing you were trying to find me was the only thing that kept me alive. Thank you for not giving up on me.”
“Never.” Bringing one hand up, he cups my face, tracing my lips with his thumb. “I will always find you, Alina, no matter what, but I never plan on being away from you again.”
Moving his thumb, he pulls me closer so our lips are almost touching. “I remember how beautiful you always looked when I made you come.”
My cheeks heat up at the memory as my heart starts to race. The hard length of him is right under my ass, and when he rocks his hips, my lips part in a gasp, that one small movement reminding me of all the times I shamelessly ground against him, chasing my pleasure.
He gives my bottom lip a soft bite. “Do you remember?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“You remember how you used to sneak into my room and slip under the covers?” The wet heat of his tongue runs along the seam of my lips, gently parting them before pulling back.
My “yes" comes out as more of a shaky whimper, and when histongue hits my lips again, I cup the back of his head and open my mouth for more. With a deep, masculine groan he sucks my tongue into his mouth while he brings a hand to my hip, holding me in place against him. The kiss is demanding and deep but also so fucking sweet. I feel how much he loves me in every swipe of his tongue, every suck of my lips, and in every caress of his fingers.
