Page 70 of Night So Silent
Her eyes dart back and forth between me and the office door. “We can’t be loud here,” she murmurs as I unbuckle my belt.
But her eyes are instantly drawn to my waist as I reach down and free my cock from my pants. I raise my arm and rest it on the pole above her head, leering over her like a predator cornering its prey. She watches hungrily as my fist starts slowly moving up and down my length.
“If you’re worried about the sound, you’re welcome to watch.” I brush my fist against her with each stroke. “You know how much I love to fuck your tits. I’ll even let you have a taste.”
Barrett shakes her head, licking her lips. “No,” she murmurs, giving the cuffs another involuntary tug.
I grin with satisfaction at the metallic clank, making me even harder. “You want to be a good little whore for me right now, don’t you?”
She nods, her tits rising and falling with each deep breath. At that, I push away from the pole and dip down, grabbing herunder her thighs. The cuffs scrape against the metal as I lift her to my waist, pressing her back against the cold metal. I shift beneath her, squaring my hips to hold her steady.
“Do you—do you have a condom?” she stammers, fighting the cuffs as I run my mouth down her throat to taste every inch of her.
I adjust my stance until I feel my tip at her entrance. “No.”
Before she can respond, I let gravity work and slide inside, knocking the breath out of her as she takes me to my hilt. Her head falls back and her jaw drops with a gasp. I pull back and begin to roll my hips, fucking her against the pole. Still hopelessly bound, she keeps tugging at the cuffs, opening her hips wider as I pulse against her cervix. And that’s another thing I love about her—she only takes me deep.
“Sergei,” she moans between breaths, “you can’t—you can’t come inside me.”
“I can come wherever I please,” I rumble, my eyes boring into hers.
“Sergei,” she hisses with a flash of panic behind her eyes.
I love that look; terrifying her only to bring her back and make all her dreams come true.
“I won’t get you pregnant.” I switch to long, slow thrusts. “I promise.”
“Serg—”
“I got the vasectomy 10 days ago,” I cut her off. “I told you this is my responsibility. It’s not yours to carry anymore.”
Barrett’s eyes round with realization. It’s subtle, but the way they turn wild an instant later is enough to send me over the edge. Now it’s just me and her. Worry melts away, leaving two bodies and two souls stripped bare, with nothing but each other. It’s the most meaningful thing I can give her.
I can give her peace.
And I will die before I let anyone take it from her.
I bring one hand to the side of her face. “Who do you belong to,Printsessa?”
A smile tugs at her cheeks. “You,” she says on her breath.
“And who do I belong to?”
Her eyes turn glassy and languid the longer she looks at me.
“Who…do I…belong to?” I ask again, this time slower.
She draws in a breath. “Me.” Then she closes her eyes and presses her cheek to my hand.
“You,” I whisper back.
Gently, I move my hand across her cheek and clamp it over her mouth, effectively covering the bottom half of her face.
“Be as loud as you want,” I smirk. “Show me what a little whore my wife can be. Your sounds are only for me.”
I feel a puff of air on my fingers as she exhales through her nose, and with it a small whimper beneath my hand. Her nude patent leather heels press against my thighs as I speed up my cadence, making her pull at the cuffs. Her muscles tense, contracting around me as I push her closer to the edge.
Barrett squeezes my waist between her thighs, her eyes fluttering as I pulse against her. Clenching my abs, I’m unable to stifle my own sounds.Fuck, she feels too good.I grunt through each thrust, murmuring broken words of ecstasy in a mixture of Russian and English. I’m sure she understands a few of them by now. Suddenly, she gasps and as soon as her muscles freeze, I know she’s there. She lets out a muted shriek and I tighten my grip on her, coming while she convulses beneath my arms.
