“You’re going to let me take care of you, aren’t you?” I said, guiding my rock-hard cock to her entrance. She was slick with need as I slipped my cock between her folds.
I slowed then, pressing my forehead to hers, my breathing rough but controlled. For a moment the world narrowed to the space between us—the quiet, the warmth, the way her hands rested against my skin like they belonged there. I traced my thumb along her cheek, feeling her lean into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed as if she trusted me with more than just her body.
“Look at me,” I murmured.
Her lashes lifted, and the emotion there hit me harder than any physical need. Want, yes—but also something deeper. Something that made my chest ache.
I kissed her again, slower this time, pouring everything unspoken into it. The worry, the tension, the things neither of us were ready to name. She sighed into my mouth, her fingers curling at my shoulders as if anchoring herself.
“I’ve got you,” I said quietly, the words leaving me before I could second-guess them. And I meant them—not just for tonight, not just for this bed.
Her answer was a soft nod, a whispered breath against my lips, and the way her body opened to me like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Instead of answering, she reached around to grab my ass, pulling me closer as I sank into her inch by inch.
“Ohfuck,” I growled through gritted teeth.
“Dmitri…” My name was like a prayer on her lips. “I forgot how big you are.”
I smirked as I buried myself to the hilt. “You take me so well, baby. This hot pussy is stretching perfectly.”
She tossed her head back as I started to ride her hard and fast. Pleasure skated down my spine, and I slammed into her over and over. She was moaning, and I placed a hand over her mouth, leaning in close to hiss in her ear.
“Quiet now, baby. We don’t want to wake Alexis up.”
She nodded, and I removed her hand. She tried to keep quiet after that, and it made everything even hotter. Her body shook and her face twisted in pleasure. I reached between us and found her clit, rubbing my thumb over the sensitive nub as my own climax crested.
“Come for me, baby,” I said in a low voice. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock as you find your pleasure.”
As if my words pushed her over that edge, she exploded, her orgasm hitting her just as I reached my own peak. We came together, panting and moaning. She clung to me, looking up into my eyes in a way that felt more intimate than any other sexual experience I’d ever had.
When it was over, I left the bed only long enough to throw away the condom in the bathroom. Returning to the bed, I found her lying in the bed, looking up at the dark ceiling with a faint smile on her face.
She was boneless, and pride filled my chest. Getting into the bed with her, I pulled her close. Her head rested on my chest and her legs tangled with mine. Pulling the blanket over us, I let my body relax.Thiswas what I wanted. Even more than sex, Iwanted this woman in my bed, because having her close calmed something inside me.
Her warm breath fanned over my chest with every exhale, and I could feel her heart beating against me. She was relaxed, but I knew she was still awake since her thin fingers were tracing the ridges of my abs.
I pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“Did you decide what to say tomorrow?” I asked.
There was a long moment of silence, and she stayed tense.
“It’s okay.”
She suddenly propped herself up, looking at me with tortured eyes. “No, it’s not. It’s not okay. Nothing is okay. If I lie you could go to jail. I could go to jail. But if I tell the truth… What if they hurt Alexis?”
“I promise you. Whatever happens, no one is going to harm Alexis. I want you to know, no matter what you say, you’ll be protected.”
She jolted, her eyebrows drawing together. “No matter what?”
“I promise. Even if I go to prison, I’ll make sure my men keep you safe.”
The air between us was charged, and it felt like something significant was swelling inside me, an emotion I’d never felt before. Sarah leaned forward and kissed me. It was soft and brief, but it felt like it meant something.
We didn’t say anything else. I’d already made it clear that she was going to be safe, no matter what, and now, she had to make the decision that worked for her. As much as I wanted to be a selfish bastard, I refused to pressure her to choose to behonest on the stand. She needed to make the decision herself, and whatever came of that, I’d deal with it.
For tonight, I just wanted to hold her and pretend that tomorrow wasn’t going to come.