Page 43 of Dangerous Liaisons
“You feel so fucking good, Isa. Come for me.” He slipped a hand in between them, and the second he ran his fingers over her clit, her entire body shook.
“Again, Zay, fucking do it again.”
He repeated the motion and grunted as she exploded, hips moving to match hers as she flailed on the bed. Her body turned into mush as a wave of pleasure crashed into her, and by the time they collapsed onto the bed, they were shaking, sweat covering every inch of their skin.
She stared up at the ceiling, chest heaving as she regained her breath. “You think this could work?”
“Why not?” He propped himself up on his elbow. “Why can’t we figure this out together?”
She hesitated, considering his words. “It’s just… I’ve been on my own for so long.”
“And you don’t have to be anymore. You deserve someone who’s got your back.”
“My life, your club… It’s a complicated mix.”
“We can have all of those things and still keep a piece to ourselves, Isa.”
Her heart raced at the sincerity in his eyes. “You believe that?”
“Absolutely.” He reached out, brushing her arm. “I know there’s danger, but we can create our own boundaries. I want you to be secure by the thought of us, not overwhelmed.”
“It’s a lot to consider.”
“I get that,” he said, his tone softening. “But I’m ready to put in the effort. You don’t have to face this alone anymore.”
There was a flicker of hope, a feeling she hadn’t allowed herself to embrace in a long time. “If I let you in, you promise not to let me down?”
“I promise. I’ll be right by your side.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
As the front door creaked open, her heart skipped a beat. Sergei stepped inside first, his imposing presence filling the room, with her son following closely behind him.
“Mamushka!” Mikhail exclaimed, his face lighting up. He dashed across the room, throwing his arms around her in an enthusiastic hug.
It had been a month since she had last held him, and she returned the embrace, splattering kisses all over his face as he giggled, before lowering himonto his feet. “I have missed you, little prince.” She ran a quick hand over his hair. “Say hello to Xavier.”
He didn’t even hesitate, running towards the tall biker, and Xavier chuckled as her son leapt for him with his arms stretched out.
“Hey, buddy!”
He lifted Mikhail off the ground. The warmth between them was clear, and Isabella was relieved at her son’s joy. She didn’t miss the way Sergei’s expression darkened, his gaze narrowing at the other man.
“Sergei, it’s good to see you again. I was-”
“Busy?”
Mikhail shifted uneasily between them. He looked at his mother, then at Sergei, trying to understand the situation. “Mamushka?”
She forced a smile to reassure him. “We were just about to have lunch. Why don’t you join us?”
Sergei stepped further into the house, his posture relaxed, but his eyes were still sharp as they flickered toward Xavier. “I appreciate the invitation.”
“I thought we could have pasta. I know how much Mikhail loves it.”
Her son nodded. “Can I help, Mamushka?”
“Of course, Mishka. You can set the table while I finish up.”