Page 59 of Sin Wager
“Look at me while you take my cock,” I growl.
Her mouth falls open, a broken moan spilling out. “Harder. I need it harder.”
“You’ll get what I give you,” I snarl, slamming into her. She jerks against me, her cries tearing through the room.
She clings to me, her lips trembling against mine. “Then give me all of it. I can take it. I want all of you.”
I crush my mouth to hers and drive into her with brutal rhythm, every thrust pushing us closer to the edge.
Her body bucks against mine, her nails carving down my back as she slams herself down harder. I grip her ass and drive her faster, the chair rattling under us with every thrust.
“You love this,” I growl against her mouth. “You love me fucking you until you can’t breathe.”
“Yes,” she gasps, clinging to me. “Don’t stop, Misha. Harder. Please.”
I yank her hair back, forcing her to meet my eyes as I pound into her. “Say it again.”
“I love it,” she cries. “I love the way you fuck me. I love you.”
Her confession rips through me. I slam up into her with everything I have, each stroke coaxing a scream from her throat. Her body tightens around me, her climax crashing over her in waves that wrack her frame. She throws her head back, crying out as every muscle locks and releases, her nails raking my shoulders while she shudders and pulses around me.
She rides me harder, her thighs trembling as she takes every thrust, her cries echoing in my ear. I grip her hips and drive up into her, the chair shaking with the force. Heat coils low and fast until it breaks, and I grunt her name as I spill inside her, therelease pouring through me in pulsing waves that leave my body spent.
She collapses against me, both of us shaking, breath torn from our lungs. Her lips brush my neck, her voice a broken whisper. “Misha,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “Thank you…"
I bury my face in her hair, still inside her, and hold her as if the world outside no longer exists. If I stop now to think about what Vadim or Nikolai will say, I'll lose the connection I have with her. And right now, it's the only thing keeping me from hunting Sonya Radich down and slaughtering her myself.
There will be time for that later.
23
VERA
Misha's heartbeat drums steady beneath my cheek, a rhythm I want to memorize. His arm curves around my shoulders, his fingers swipe cautiously up and down along my spine. The room smells of us—sweat and skin and the faint cologne he wears. I've never felt safer or more terrified in my life.
Two hundred thousand rubles. The number circles through my mind relentlessly. He said it means nothing to him, but it means everything to me. How do I repay a debt that large? What does he expect in return, no matter what he claims? My father's voice echoes in my head.Nothing comes free, Vera. Rich men always want their pound of flesh.
But when I tilt my head to look at Misha's face, relaxed in the low light filtering through his bedroom curtains, I see only gentleness. The sharp angles of his features have softened, his ice-blue eyes warm as they meet mine.
"What are you thinking about?" he murmurs, his voice rough with exhaustion. The rumble vibrates through my chest and I sigh softly. I'm not sure what to say to him, because in this moment, I should be happy. I should be feeling like the man Ilove more than anything in this world is in my arms and I'm safe. But I feel conflicted and concerned.
"You," I answer honestly. "This…" I gesture by shrugging one shoulder. "Everything that's happened."
His fingers still on my back. "Are you having regrets?" he asks calmly, but the emotion I should detect isn't in his tone.
"No," I say immediately, because I mean it. "No regrets." Not about Misha, anyway. My regrets all circle around Sonya, though even that makes me pause. Without Sonya, there would never have been a chance for me to meet Misha. No need for him to enter my life and sweep me off my feet.
I love him. It's not a choice I had a say in. My heart decided it and I'm here, along for the ride now. I love this man who appeared in my life like a storm, who offers impossible gifts and asks for nothing in return. I love his careful hands and his quiet strength and the way he looks at me like I'm precious.
The thought should fill me with joy, but tears well up without warning, spilling hot streams down my cheeks. I'm able to hide it for a second by holding my breath, but when the moisture puddles on his chest, I know he knows.
"Vera." Misha sits up immediately, pulling me with him. "What's wrong?" His hands are on my arms, like he wants to shake me as I try to wipe the tears away, embarrassed by the sudden outburst.
"I'm sorry. I don't know why?—"
"Tell me," he says gently. Then his hands are on my face, thumbs brushing along my cheek bones to dry my tears. I lean into his chest, letting him anchor me.
"I was so scared today," I whisper. "When the shooting started, when you locked me in that room. I thought… I thought I might never see you again. Or Elvin. Or Batya." The words tumble out in a rush. "I kept thinking about all the things I'd never said, never done. I was terrified."
