Completely mindless with the need for another of those insane orgasms, I only nodded. This was Kon; he did what he wanted, took what he wanted. Right now, he was giving me exactly what I wanted, and I let go once more.
He thrust hard and fast as I pulsed and tightened around his thick cock, driving so deep inside me that I had to gasp. Bliss. Better.
He fell against me, breathing as hard as I was, limp on top of me. I was basically helpless but had never felt more in control, or so powerful. Still pulsing with aftershocks, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his shoulder.
“Tati,” he murmured, still catching his breath. “What the hell was that?”
I laughed as he rolled to the side, pulling me against his chest and swinging his leg over my hip, making it clear he wasn’t letting me go anytime soon.
And I wasn’t trying to get away.
Chapter 21 - Konstantin
Tati lay with her head nestled against my shoulder as our breathing went back to normal. The intensity of my feelings shocked the hell out of me. I ran my hand idly along the smooth curve of her arm, moving some of her tangled hair off her slightly sweaty neck. There was nothing idle about my thoughts.
The thing that had risen up in me to make me protect her at all costs would never be tamed now that I had claimed this sweet virgin as my own. She was truly mine now. Not just my responsibility, though I didn’t mind that anymore. She was as much a part of me as my own hand, and just as important. More important.
To say I was shaken up was an understatement. There was no rebuilding after this kind of earthquake. I had to accept things as they were. And I didn’t mind that, either, as she snuggled in closer and her lips brushed my chest.
Mine.
Tati was gorgeous, smart, and…
“We need to talk about the guy I recognized,” she said.
She was fucking tenacious, that was certain. I groaned and kissed her nose as she looked up at me, all dewy eyes and swollen lips. I traced my finger along her jaw, rubbed red from my stubble, and then rasped my palm over my own jaw.
“I need to shave more,” I said.
She thumped me in the chest. “Stop evading. Also, I like your stubble. Especially…”
Her cheeks went even redder, and I pulled her in for a kiss, my cock coming back to life. “Let’s start again from the beginning, shall we?”
After a moment where her lips were soft and compliant, her tongue as eager as mine, she heaved out a sigh and shoved back, scrambling a foot away and pulling the sheet over herself.
“We need to talk about what happened. I know I saw one of the shooters before. This is important.”
I froze, staring at her as she gave me an impatient look. As if the searing kiss meant nothing at all. As if none of it meant anything at all. Did she just give herself to me in order to get me to let her continue helping find her father? If that didn’t make me furious all over again, the memory of the fear that overwhelmed me when she was under fire certainly fueled it.
If she recognized that Yakuza member, then he’d recognize her if he ever saw her again. That meant she was never getting the chance, no matter how much she wanted to find Grigor. I couldn’t—couldnot—put her in harm’s way again.
“I’ll take care of it. There’s no need for you to get involved.”
With a grumble, she untangled herself from the sheets and, blushing, hurried to grab her discarded clothes and put them back on. Fuck that.
“You’re back to being controlling,” she said, as if she knew it all along. “You never wanted my help; you only want to punish Papa. Now I’m a prisoner all over again.”
Fuck all of that. “I won’t be responsible for you getting hurt,” I bellowed, shocking both of us. After a split second of stunned silence between us, her shoulders rounded, her eyes as big as saucers. Not fear. I had hurt her. “Tati…”
She turned and fled from the room, her bare feet first thumping on the soft carpet in my room, then slapping as shehurried down the parquet hall. Back to her own room to sulk and shut me out.
Instead of letting her go and giving her time to cool off, I jumped out of bed, grabbed my robe, and ran after her. The first and only time I ever went after a woman. Knowing Tati, it might not be the last.
I had my hand around her arm as she reached for the door handle to her room. But it was no longer her room. She was sharing mine now. It was time she understood that.
“Let go,” she said, refusing to look at me.
“Stop acting like a spoiled child,” I snapped back at her.