Page 72 of Cruel Russian Monster
“I'm so sorry, Jaroslav, for what I did to you back then…for what I'm making your family go through now,” she said between sobs.
There was no way I could stay mad at Vera. She did what she thought would keep me safe and alive, even though it killed her to do it. And the fact that I was her first, and she didn't have anyone after me? Fuck. I'd be a fool to let her slip through my fingers.
Call me a misogynistic bastard for loving the fact that I'm the only man who's ever touched her, kissed her, pleased her…her moans belonged to me, and so did her body.
I was done with all this casual bullshit. Vera. Was. Mine.
I cupped her face and looked into her eyes.
“Malishka, thank you for protecting me.”
Then I kissed her, and she whimpered. The longer we kissed, those whimpers turned into moans. I grabbed her ass and lifted her to the island, and she wrapped her legs around me. My erection was flush against the heat radiating from between her legs. I growled.
I wanted Vera, but not here. I need her in my bed under me.
“Hold me,” I whispered.
I lifted her off the island, my hands under her ass, legs locked around me, hands around my neck. I kissed her as we moved, not wanting to break our connection. I pushed past the pain in my side as I climbed the stairs.
Once we got to my room, I turned the knob and entered my bedroom, kicking the door closed. I planted her on the floor next to me.
“Take off your clothes and get in the middle of the bed,” I said gruffly.
Within minutes, Vera was stretched out in the center of my bed, her back flat against the sheets, her body warm and inviting beneath mine. I hovered over her, kissing her deeply, the tip of my cock nudging her already wet pussy, teasing her with what we both knew was coming.
“I want to touch you,” she whispered into my mouth, breathless and needy.
“You are touching me,” I murmured between kisses, cupping her face.
“No…I want to taste you.”
That made me pause.
I pulled back just enough to see her face. Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen, eyes filled with desire.
I rolled onto my back with a low chuckle, hands laced behind my head.
“Then touch me, malishka. Show me.”
She straddled me and placed her palms on my chest. Her touch was soft at first, fingers exploring the ridges of muscle, tracing the scars I never talked about. Her eyes didn’t drift away; they drank me in like a vortex…an abyss I never wanted to leave.
Her hands moved lower. Slower.
She wrapped her fingers around my cock and began to stroke me. I moaned with every pump, encouraging her. I wanted to close my eyes, but I was mesmerized by that sexy hooded look in her eyes and the smug little smirk on her lips. She dragged her thumb across the head and then sucked the pre-cum from it.
I made a noise in my throat that I didn't recognize.
And then…her mouth replaced her hand.
Fuck me!
It was hot. Wet. And fucking perfect.
I groaned, one hand sliding into her hair as she took me deeper. Her mouth moved slowly, tongue circling, lipstightening with each pull. Her hands didn’t stop; she worked me in tandem as she began to speed up, gaining momentum, dragging pleasure out of me in waves.
“Turn,” I rasped. “On your hands and knees. Pussy to me.”
She obeyed without hesitation, never letting me slip from her mouth, even though her face was bright red.
