Page 11 of Kneel for Me

“Was James notified?” I asked.

Ivan sighed. “Unfortunately. When you weren’t answering his calls, he called me and demanded to know what the fuck was going on. I had to stop him from coming out here and taking you back to the United States. Dr. Lebedev convinced him that transporting you would be unwise and unsafe. For one, you were too ill to safely move, and two, there’s too many variables when we have to rely on transportation, such as a flight. Look what happened to us.”

I nodded, though it was sluggish. Ivan suddenly pulled the blankets up around my shoulders. I opened my eyes just enough to look up at him, and my breath caught in my throat at the intense, searing gleam in his eyes as he stared back down at me. Something charged and electric zapped between our gazes that had my heart slamming against my chest bone.

“Get some more rest,” he told me quietly. “I have dinner being made for us. I’ll wake you when it’s here.”

I was too tired to argue that I wasn’t hungry, and I was too damn exhausted to try to figure out what the fuck had shifted between us in that moment. So, I just shut my eyes and trusted him to keep us both safe.

And damn if that wasn’t a fucking alarming thing.

9

Adrian

“What?” I sighed, looking up when Ivan just barged into the room I was staying in without knocking—not that he’d bothered the past few days either. The doctor had finally given me the all-clear yesterday, which meant today, I was finally going to be off my ass and doing something. I’d started the morning with a light workout before the rest of the place was even awake. I had to regain my strength. Laying in bed for a week had left me feeling bleh.

Ivan took a moment to rake his green eyes over my body as he shut my bedroom door behind him, trapping us in the room together. And suddenly, it felt a hundred fucking degrees hotter. I wasn’t wearing a shirt, my jeans weren’t buttoned, my feet were bare, and Ivan was staring at me like I was the juiciest fucking steak he’d ever seen in his life.

“Why are you in here?” I demanded, wanting to reach for my shirt. But it was on the bed, and that meant I had to move past him to get it. And being in that close of proximity to him while half naked and my cock already filling out with the way he was fucking me with his eyes was a recipe for disaster. And a sure way to destroy my self control.

I’d grown too soft toward him over the past few days while I’d been bedridden and recovering. Ivan had been there, sitting right in that chair beside my bed every time I’d opened my eyes. He’d woken me up when I needed to eat and made sure I stayed hydrated so I could finally get that fucking IV needle out of my arm. And the couple of times I’d woken up in a cold sweat, my heart hammering after reliving that fucking plane crash all over again, he’d been right there, sitting on the edge of my bed, his blunt fingernails raking soothingly over my scalp as he ran his hand through my greasy, unwashed hair. There’d never been any judgment in his eyes. Just a promise for revenge. A promise to take out whoever had decided to fuck with him.

With us.

“I don’t even fucking remember,” he said, his voice low and raspy. It sent shivers down my spine, and my cock jerked in my cotton briefs. The thing about Ivan was that he never forgot anything. Him saying he’d forgotten only meant that whatever he’d come in here for no longer mattered. Whatdidseem to matter to him was that I was half naked, and he wanted me.

I wasn’t sure if I’d have the willpower to stop him. Wasn’t sure if Iwantedto, even though I knew Ineededto.

“Don’t lie to me,” I growled, taking a step back when he took one forward. He was no longer chilled and laid back like he’d been when he’d barged through my bedroom door. Now, he was every bit the predator I knew him to be. His moves were decidedly calculated, his green eyes laser-focused on me.

“I didn’t forget,” he agreed, “but what I came here for can wait.” I sucked in a startled breath when my back hit the wall next to the fireplace. My stomach muscles quivered, and warmth pooled low in my gut. Bracing one hand on the wall next to my head, the side closest to the fireplace, he leaned into me all while his other finger dipped just far enough beneath the edge of my briefs to be a tease.

My cockwept.

Fuck, I should have pushed him away. Told him to fuck off. Gotangry.Something. But all I seemed capable of was staring at him, watching as he sank his teeth into his bottom lip, dragging the blunt edge along the soft flesh until he released it, giving his mouth a pouty look that had me fucking salivating.

What would it feel like to kiss him? To just slant my head and press my mouth to his? Would he open for me? Would he let me control the kiss? Or would he immediately take over and dominate me?

And why did I, a man who had always topped and always been a Dom, suddenly want to become submissive to him? To a man I’d always hated? To a man that made me lose myself in my darker urges with just one flick of his green eyes in my direction?

“Stop thinking so fucking much,kotik,” Ivan growled right before he pressed his mouth to mine.

The moment our lips touched, everything ceased to exist but him. A soft moan crawled its way up my throat as Ivan took my lips in a vicious, brutal kiss, wreaking havoc on my senses and already making me fucking delirious for him. When his hand shoved my briefs down, freeing my cock, and then his fist wrapped around me, my mouth opened on a gasp.

Ivan took full advantage of my parted lips, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he began to toy with the tip of my cock, swiping his thumb over the slit and smearing my precum around. When he dug his thumbnail into the tiny opening, I choked, my eyes rolling back in my head all while I rolled my hips forward, desperate for him to touch me some more.

“You’re so damn greedy for it,” Ivan rasped into my mouth. “I knew you would be. Knew it wouldn’t take much to make you break for me.” He trailed hot, wet kisses along my jaw as he released my dick. But then, he was rolling my balls into his rough hand, and I swear to fuck, I whimpered. “God, that sound is sohot,” he murmured, his warm breath fanning the shell of my ear. “Wonder what other sounds I can get you to make.”

And then, he was dropping to his knees in front of me. I was barely even conscious of what he was doing before his lips wrapped around my cock, and he swallowed me down to the back of his throat.

My surprised cry shattered the air, and my head thunked back against the wall. I couldn’t fucking breathe. My lungs weren’t working. But goddammit, I couldn’t bring myself to care. His mouth was warm and wet, and I was so fuckinggoneover the wet suction of his mouth and the way his tongue worked the underside of my cock.

My hips spasmed when Ivan’s throat contracted around me, and he sucked hard. Almost like he was trying to suck my soul from my body. My thighs tightened, and my stomach muscles clenched. I wasn’t going to last. His mouth felt too fucking good, and I’d gonedaysbeing tortured by how attentive and kind he’d been while I’d been ill and barely able to take care of myself.

“I’m going to come,” I choked out, my heart slamming against my chest bone. My fingers slid into his hair, messing up the dark curls, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. My fingers clenched around the strands, and I shuddered. When he moaned around me, the sound vibrating all the way down to my balls, that was it.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and my back bowed off the wall as I shot my cum down his throat. Ivan groaned, his hands coming up to grip my hips, keeping me in his mouth as he swallowed every drop I had to give him. When I became too sensitive, I tugged on his hair, pulling his mouth off my cock. He released it with a vulgar popping sound that had me shivering.

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