Page 67 of The Tsar's Obsession
“Oooh fuuuuuck,” I whispered. A little too loudly, it seemed.
“Shhh, baby, keep it down,” he ordered in my ear, his voice low, his thrust harder. “Wouldn’t want to get caught like this, would we?” But I was falling into bliss, my orgasm approaching with great speed.
“Sweetheart?” My dad’s voice sounded from downstairs, and I shot my eyes open in a panic.
But Kirill had no intention of stopping. His body firmly on mine, he looked down with a satisfied smirk and whispered, “Answer, baby.” At that, he thrust in harder, rendering me speechless.
I heard my dad’s voice again, this time closer. Instinctively, I tried to push Kirill off, but instead, his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me in place, bringing me closer to coming on his cock.
There was no denying it. I loved living on the edge and thrived on the danger and thrill of being right on the brink. “Answer your dad, Sunshine,” Kirill murmured, his voice impossibly soft, a stark contrast to the force of his thrusts.
“Coming, Dad! Just looking–” I broke off, unable to finish my thought, my body betraying me and lighting up in fireworks. “Just looking for my yearbook!” I prayed my dad wouldn’t come upstairs and find his daughter with her legs spread and a criminal’s fingers in her mouth.
“Okay, come down for dessert!”
“Give him an answer, baby.” Kirill groaned in my ear, thrusting in deeper than ever. I was speechless, fully dominated, belonging to one man. My jaw hung open from the various delectable sensations pulsating around my body, and I barely heard Kirill’s light threat. “Or I will.”
“Okay! We’re coming!” My voice caught between a scream and a moan, louder than it should have been, but I was too far gone to care. Pleasure crashed over all of me, leaving me a trembling and whimpering mess right on the floor ofmy childhood bedroom. Kirill’s hand clasped over my mouth, stopping any real sounds from escaping as he buried his face in my neck, spilling inside me.
“We’re coming, huh? You weren’t lying.” Kirill chuckled darkly, kissing my shameless grin. I took a second to soak in how truly happy he made me. How, with him, I was on top of the world.
A minute later, Kirill pulled out but quickly clasped my legs and pressed my knees against my chest. “Don’t let a drop escape, baby. Take it all.”
Grinning from ear to ear and my legs still trembling, we headed back downstairs, the fun mood slowly evaporating. The dessert was delicious, and after we said our goodbyes to my dad and stepmom, we headed to the front door. But that’s where we spotted Jeremy. Yes, of course, it was Christmas, the one time we saw each other.
“Merry Christmas, Jerry!” I opened up my arms for our obligatory yearly Christmas hug while Kirill was grabbing my coat. After the gala, I decided to forgive Jeremy for all his unsolicited advice, mostly because he turned out to be right—I didn’t know Kirill at all at the time. “You remember Kirill, right?”
“Of course.” Jeremy nodded a little too enthusiastically and shook hands with Kirill. “But I didn’t know we would be seeing each other at Christmas from now on.” What a strange comment to make out loud. I decided to let it slide because Jeremy was always an odd man, but Kirill retorted without missing a beat.
“Mia is my girlfriend, Jeremy. I’d never want to spend Christmas without her.”
Jeremy said nothing, just continued slightly nodding with a fake smile. Very quickly, it got awkward. My eyes bounced from Kirill to Jeremy, both of them just staring each other down. “Oh-kay.” I tried to diffuse the weird pause, but Jeremy decided to double down. He turned his head to me and asked.
“So, things are serious then, huh?”
My jaw almost dropped at his audacity. It was absolutely noneof his business, and also, who—in their right mind—asks this question so casually?!
“Yes. They are. Very serious.” I jerked my head to Kirill, who, again, answered for me. My cheeks heated, and I was lost for words. Not only because Jeremy was acting bizarre, but also because Kirill and I never spoke about how serious things were between us.
For the first time in my life, I lived in the moment. I madezeroplans for the future. I knew my anxiety levels would skyrocket, and I actively forbade myself from thinking farther than next Friday’s dinner plans.
“Well then.” Jeremy responded somberly, like this news personally affected him. “My fingers healed, Mia. See?” He held up his hand and wiggled his fingers, throwing me off with another unexpected comment. “A few are still swollen, but…I’m doing better.” He assured me, as if we were inseparable siblings.
“It’s so good to hear that things are better for you, Jeremy!” Kirill responded before I could, his tone so fake that I had to hold back my chuckle. “What an unfortunate accident to have happened to you. You should absolutely be more careful next time.” He placed his hand on Jeremy’s shoulder and nodded. “Take good care of yourself.”
Completely weirded out at their exchange, I felt Kirill’s arm snake around my waist, and he pulled me in closer. “I’m glad things are better.” I decided to addsomethingto this abnormal interaction. “We’re about to leave, though, so let’s catch up later?”
I turned around and placed my arms in the sleeves of my coat that Kirill held out for me, but Jeremy spoke again, louder this time. “My car was also burned, did you know that?”
Whatthe actual fuckwas happening with Jeremy tonight?! I whirled around to face him again, expecting it to be a silly joke, but Jeremy was dead serious.
“Wow. I’m sorry. How did that happen?” I didn’t know how to uphold this interaction. Kirill pulled on his coat and passed memy scarf while I waited for Jeremy to finish his stream of consciousness.
“Got involved with some bad people.” Jeremy killed me with his gaze. “You can never be too careful. Even people you trust can turn out to be someone else.” He gave me his sage advice and shot Kirill one final look of unhappiness.
“That’s very true.” Kirill nodded, his fake concern never leaving his tone. “Always be on the lookout, Jeremy. We never know who could be watching us, hm?”
After one last moment of awkward silence, we said our goodbyes, and hand-in-hand, Kirill and I headed back home to drink champagne and drown in each other.
