“I’m not.” I slip my hands under his clothes to grip the wide planes of his back. “I want you. Again, now.”
I watch as Alik wages an internal war, his need versus his instinct to protect me. I want his need to win out. In this moment, when we’ve fallen out of orbit, our universe whittled down to this pocket of pre-dawn sky, I want him to want me more than anything else.
“Please,” I murmur. “Don’t stop. I’ll be your good girl, just please don’t stop.”
Your good girl. Three words and Alik’s control snaps. Mine too. I don’t know how to label what we’re doing on this floor, but it’s something beyond just fucking. It’s powerful and messy and primal, but so quiet, so focused that we barely even move. Hands in each other’s hair, we gasp against open mouths, drown in each other’s eyes, as we teach our bodies a new rhythm. Alik flicks his hips, I rock mine down. We meet with an intensity that makes it impossible to breathe.
I’m still so wet from our first time. With every thrust of our hips, Alik’s cum from before slips out, making the slip and slide of our bodies even more explicit. I tighten my leg around Alik’s hip, press my heel into his ass. His fingers are digging into my skin so deep he’s going to leave marks. I don’t care. I just want him again. And again. And again, as many times as I can before whatever alternate reality we’re in falls spectacularly apart.
On his next thrust, Alik strokes something inside me. It’s raw, hypersensitive. I gasp in surprise. Curl my toes in pleasure. “Oh, God. There, yes. I-I’m going to come.”
Alik’s lips curl into a snarl and it’s impossible to ignore the control he’s wielding over his body. He could annihilate me in a heartbeat, break me without thought. But instead, he uses his strength, his power to help me climb higher than before. He’sso solid, so thick inside of me, filling me past my limits, and every atom in my body loves it.Lovesit.
He thrusts; my fingers go numb.
Another thrust and my muscles pull taut.
One more and every nerve ending short-circuits. I come on a silent scream, my pussy clenching so hard I swear Alik groans in pain.
“Fuck, Sera,” he grits out. “Baby. Fuck, yes, just like that. Such a good girl. Soaking my cock.” I can barely make sense of what he’s saying as Alik loses himself in me, more liquid heat bathing me from the inside out.
We’re sticky and sweaty and exhausted when we both come down from our high. I giggle into Alik’s neck. Slowly, he withdraws from my body. I feel the evidence of our orgasms escape and trail down my thighs. I wince at the sudden loss of him. And, yeah, the pain.
I watch Alik sit up, scrub his face with his hands. “Christ. I can’t believe we just did it on the floor. Again.” His expression turns horrified when he sees my carpet-rubbed and blood-flecked skin. He grabs a blanket from a nearby sofa, wraps me up, and, ignoring my protests, collects me from the ground, arms behind my back and under my knees. “No arguing,moya voitelnitsa. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I’ve never beenin Alik’s office before. It’s the only room in this enormous house that’s ever locked. Alik carries me the whole way, only setting me down to unlock the door. Once inside, I barely have time to take in my surroundings before he whisks me to a small but very beautiful ensuite bathroom, complete with rain head shower.
Alik deposits me on the closed toilet seat then strips off hissuit jacket and rolls up his shirt sleeves before fiddling with the shower knobs.
I watch him work, fascinated by the play of muscles beneath the fine fabric of his shirt and the way the tattoo on the back of his neck shifts with his movements. I can see shadows of the intricate ink that stretches across his back, under his white dress shirt, and it’s entirely possible I’m drooling when he turns and says, “Take as much time as you want. Now that the water is hot it’ll stay that way for ages. I’ll go get some clothes from your room, leave them on the counter for when you’re ready.”
It’s slowly dawning on me that, despite how late it is, Alik has plans for us that don’t involve sleeping or being naked. He vanishes before I have a chance to ask him what comes next. Once I’m alone there’s nothing to distract me from howusedmy body feels. It’s not a bad feeling, not at all, but I’m suddenly exhausted and sore and a hot shower sounds perfect.
I have no idea how long I spend under the soothing spray, only that my fingertips are completely wrinkled and every inch of me thoroughly washed when I re-emerge. As lovely as the bathroom is, there’s no comb or hairbrush anywhere, so I towel dry my hair and wrap it into a giant knot on my head before slipping into the leggings and zip-up hoodie that Alik delivered under the cover of steam. The fuzzy slippers are the final touch and, as I step out into Alik’s domain, I try to shuffle with as much confidence as a sleepy former virgin with newly discovered (and newly achy) muscles can.
Alik looks up from his desk. He’s showered too. His hair is darker, still wet, his shoulders looking impossibly broad in the navy sweater he’s changed into. It might do a better job concealing his muscles than his dress shirt, but the way it enhances the blue of his eyes makes my stomach do ridiculously silly things.
“You’ve got to be hungry.” He points me toward a largeleather sofa and sleek wooden coffee table, the second of which is covered with various foods, some sweet, some savory, plus a steaming pot of tea. “Chef is asleep and I didn’t have time to cook anything, but there should be things here you like. Eat up.”
There are cheeses and sliced meats, crackers and olives, fruits and cookies and pastries and little pots of yogurt. Plus a giant bowl of potato chips, which is what I go for first. Alik chuckles before grabbing a handful of grapes and sitting down next to me. He lets me eat my first dozen chips in peace before saying, “We need to talk.”
“About?”
“What happened tonight.”
I sputter on a particularly salty slice of potato. “Again? Look, I’m sorry I ran out of the car and left Dimitri behind and was reckless and shit, but I’ve already said I’ll follow your orders?—”
“It’s not about that. At least, not entirely.” Alik gives me a measured look, like he’s trying to figure out how honest I’ll be with him. “What did you see that made you run into the club?”
“How do you know I wasn’t just curious? Or bored?”
“Or jealous?” Alik laughs as I slap his chest but resumes somber interrogation mode a breath later. “Dimitri told me. He said you were chasing a man who went in after I did. I need to know who you saw. Who you wanted to follow so badly you were willing to run in there blind.”
The catch in his voice is back, same as when he told me about watching me get attacked on the dance floor. I hate how tormented he sounds. I owe him for that. “Fine, yes, I saw someone. Someone I recognize but haven’t seen in a long time. That’s why I went in.”
“The person’s name?”
“Renzo di Salvo.” I practically spit it out of my mouth.