Page 91 of Alexei

“Nobody,” she moaned. “Just you.”

They were words spoken in the heat of passion, but I soaked them in, letting them fill the cracks in my chest.

“Look at me,” I ordered, my voice guttural. Glancing over her shoulder, our eyes met and she was breathtaking. Her eyes pleasure-hazed. Her lips parted. Her little moans and my grunts filled the air. I’d memorize it all. Every single word. Every single look.

Another deep thrust and she tensed, her pussy clenching around my cock. Then she exploded with a loud cry and my name on her lips. I watched her expression as she shattered for me. Only for me.

I thrust through her orgasm and followed her right over the edge as my muscles seized and the orgasm ripped through me. My cock jerked wildly, spilling my cum inside her.

There was so much of it, that I watched it trickle down her inner thigh, and for a fraction of a moment, I wondered if I could bind this woman to me by impregnating her. So she could be mine forever. So she’d never leave me.

The ridiculous idea dissipated as quickly as it came. She’d hate me enough when she found out the truth about her brother. I didn't need to add fuel to the fire.

Her breathing still labored, she collapsed onto the mattress

Quickly pulling my pants back on, I flipped her over and cradled her into my arms. Without hesitation she snuggled into me, her eyes fluttered shut.

Her head rested on my shoulder, the palm of her hand on my heart, as if she already knew she claimed it.

I let out a breath, knowing this would lead to a catastrophe. Yet, it still didn’t stop me from wanting her.

“Aurora?”

“Hmmm.” Her eyelashes fluttered open and then closed again as sleep pulled her back under. Her body pressed closer to me.

“Are you on the pill?”

“Mmmhhmmm.”

* * *

Our second nightin this place and Igor was already hosting a party. It probably meant things were moving according to plan. And while I was eager for them to move forward, I also dreaded it.

Because I knew the time would come when Aurora would look at me with hate and disgust. I had a promise to keep, and she had a brother to avenge.

The bathroom door opened and Aurora stepped through it.

I stared at her, at a loss for words. Not that I ever said many words.

“I’m ready,” Aurora announced in her smoky voice, tucking an unruly piece of hair behind her ear. Her hair was twisted up into a crown-like bun. Since our earlier talk about my past, the air between us had shifted. I explained to her what to expect when we got downstairs. She didn’t flinch at it. Though her words still rang in my ears.

“You let another man touch me, and I’ll slice all of your dick off. Without anesthesia.”Then she added something about weirdo Russians and their orgies. She’d definitely never cower before me. Aurora’s fierceness reminded me of Cassio’s wife. Yes, she was soft and caring but also knew how to take care of herself.

She smoothed her hands down the dress she was provided. Igor had it brought in for her, and I fucking hated it. I didn’t want anyone providing for her but me. I didn’t think she particularly liked it either. It wasn’t her style. She usually wore elegant, understated, beautiful dresses.

This one was too loud. She wore a shimmery dress with a slit down her leg that revealed her smooth tanned legs and high heels matching her dress. The silk straps of the dress criss-crossed around her breasts, waists, and hips, giving glimpses of her beautiful skin. A set of pearls hung around her neck that were so long, she had to wrap them around her neck several times. I was fairly certain there was another purpose to those pearls.

She shifted from one foot to another, and the material practically shimmered.

My eyes narrowed in annoyance. She’d be so fucking shiny every single pair of eyes would be on her. I didn’t want the sick motherfuckers gawking at her.

“Don’t you dare call me a fucking disco ball,” she huffed. Her face was free of makeup, except for mascara and light lipstick applied. She didn’t need makeup to accentuate her beauty. “Fucking asshole that picked this shitshow of a dress. He should be shot for lack of taste in fashion.”

My lips quirked. When she spoke like that, I could see the rich princess in her. That little girl dressed in a fancy outfit for her walk to the zoo.

I smoothed a nonexistent wrinkle from my sleeve. My suit was tailored, which told me Igor had sent a heads up to his people that we were coming. The question was whether he sent notice to Ivan. I hoped the ass-kisser in him did.

An exasperated breath left Aurora’s ruby lips and she scoffed, glancing down at herself.