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CHAPTER 23

Oleksi

The soft hum of the jet engines vibrates beneath my feet as I lean against the doorway to the smaller bedroom cabin, watching Sabrina kiss Elena goodnight. The cabin is dim, bathed in the warm glow of low lighting, Magda stands beside the crib waiting for us to leave so she can close the door of the smaller room.

Sabrina lingers a second longer, pressing a gentle kiss to Elena’s forehead before turning to me. There’s a look in her eyes—tenderness wrapped in exhaustion, laced with the uncertainty of the day’s revelations. She has been through hell and is still standing. She is still fighting.

And fuck, if I don’t want to take her mind off everything for just a little while.

I guide her through the wide cabin corridor, my palm warm against the small of her back. The master suite is the largest of the three, built for long-haul privacy, with plush cream walls, a king-size bed dressed in deep navy linens, and a fireplace-style screen flickering softly across from a low table.

On it, two glasses of premium Russian vodka glisten beside a silver platter bearing chocolate mousse, whipped cream, and a bowl of pitted deep red cherries.

Sabrina raises a brow when she sees it. “Bribery through dessert?”

“Distraction,” I correct, stepping closer. “I need it as much as you do.”

A faint smile pulls at her lips, but it fades almost instantly. Her eyes flicker toward the en-suite bathroom. “I need a shower first.”

I nod and watch her disappear behind the frosted glass door. The moment I hear water rush through the pipes, I cover the desserts to keep them from spoiling, take a long pull of vodka, and strip out of my shirt and jeans.

The shower is built into the curve of the fuselage—large enough to move in, with sleek black marble walls, and a rainfall head that steams the glass in seconds.

I step inside quietly, the warm air wrapping around me like a lover's breath. Sabrina is facing away, eyes closed, as water trickles down her spine. Her hands braced against the tiles. The sight of her—naked, wet, vulnerable—punches the air from my lungs.

I slide in behind her, my hands finding her waist as I press my chest to her slick back.

She startles for a moment, then exhales my name. “Oleksi…”

“Shhh.” I kiss her shoulder. “Relax and let me take care of you.”

I grab the soap and a washcloth and lather it, letting the foam bubble between my fingers before lowering it to her skin. Slowly, I massage the suds into her shoulders and down her back, watching as they slide down her curves, leaving glistening trails along her flesh. Her muscles tense beneath my touch, then slowly unwind as I work away the day’s tension. I pull the cloth over her ass and slip between the cheeks of it, caressing, teasing, and a little purr escapes her throat.

I wash down one leg, paying attention to her pretty little toes on the first, the one foot, and then the other, before running the cloth up her other thigh. I stop at the apex of her legs and gently wash her pretty little pussy, making her groan and push against the tiles.

Standing behind her, she tilts her head back against me when I reach her neck, a low, breathy sound escaping her lips. The steam thickens around us, wrapping us in a private cloud where nothing exists but sensation and heat, so much heat.

I let the cloth fall to the floor and use my hands from there, slick and sure across her hips, around her front. She gasps as I cup her breasts, gently stroking the sensitive peaks with my thumbs until she shudders.

Her hand reaches back for me, needy fingers desperate for purchase against my thigh. My name is on her breath like a prayer—or a curse.

I spin her gently so that she’s facing me, water cascading over both of us now. Her eyes are half-lidded and smoldering with a blend of desire and defiance, challenging me to finish what I’ve started.

Our lips find each other through the mist; the kiss is molten and full of promise. Her body melts against mine like wax under fire.

“Distraction?” she murmurs when we part for air.

“Complete oblivion,” I promise, my voice thick with want.

Her nails drag deliciously down my torso and find my rock-hard cock, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from me.

“May I wash you now, sir?” Her throaty voice makes my member twitch in anticipation.

“I’m not finished washing you yet, my little slutty pet.”

My hands glide over her ribs, teasing upward to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers as my lips find her throat. Sabrina leans into me, arching her back, hips pressing against my aching erection. I grind into her, unable to stop the groan that rattles from my lips as I lick, nip, and suck her neck.

Water trails down her curves, turning her into something primal and divine. My fingers slip between her slick folds to find her swollen clit, and I roll and rub, teasing it.

“Oh God,” she moans as I slip two fingers inside her and start to roll them, knowing how it drives her crazy. “Please, sir…” She sucks in air.

“Please, sir, what, my slutty little pet?” I growl into her ear.

“Please, sir, will you fuck me?” Her head is tilted back, exposing her neck.

I lift her easily. She wraps her legs around my waist as I pin her to the marble wall. Our mouths crash together, tongues dueling, gasping for air between desperate kisses.

I need you so badly, Oleksi, sir.” Sabrina breathes, her head turning into my neck, wrapping her arms around me to support herself. Her breasts rub against my wet, naked chest, making my hard-on almost painful.

I lower her slowly, guiding my cock into her inch by agonizing inch. Her back arches, nails dragging down my shoulders as I fill her. The water washes over us as I thrust deep and slow, keeping her pinned to the wall.

Each movement draws whimpers from Sabrina’s throat, her cries turning sharper as I quicken my pace.

Her nails are now digging into my back as she chants my name. I move, striking the precise location that causes her body to tense up and tremble. Sabrina cries out, clenching around me as she explodes, and I groan her name, filling her with my seed.

We breathe together, chests heaving, foreheads pressed as the water continues to fall around us. I kiss her temple, then lift her again, this time bridal-style and switch off the shower. She doesn’t speak as I carry her from the bathroom, just lays her head against my shoulder, her lips brushing my jaw.

In the cabin, I set her on her feet and get a fluffy towel to dry her. I do so slowly, reverently. Each stroke of the towel becomes a caress. When I kneel and run it between her thighs, she gasps, hips twitching. I look up, catching her flushed cheeks and parted lips.

“You’re so responsive,” I murmur, kissing the inside of her thigh. “I could get drunk on you.”

Sabrina moans, her legs parting wider for me. I nuzzle closer, my tongue flicking out to lick her already-bundled clit. She cries out and entangles her hand in my hair, while I suck and wrap my lips around her pussy.

Her taste is everywhere, her scent filling me up until I can’t breathe, and all I want is to bury myself in it. My cock is hard again as if it’s been too long since the last time I came. I move my head lower, fucking her with my tongue while she writhes against my face.

“Oh God, Oleksi,” she breathes, thighs squeezing against my cheeks. “Sir!” There’s a hint of desperation in the last word. “Oh God, oh God, sir.”

I pull back just enough to slip two fingers back inside her soaked pussy before returning to her clit with my mouth. They curl inside her, searching, pushing against the spot that makes her buck violently off the carpeted floor.

“Yes!” she screams this time.

I thrust deeper with my fingers, more demanding now as I press them harder into her sweet spot without mercy. Sabrina’s body curls up from the ground as she throbs frantically around them; she repeats my name over and over again like a mantra before exploding hard on my fingers, gushing so much that half of it runs down my arm.

Sabrina trembles under me, clutching at anything she can reach—me, the bed, the navy linens sliding onto the floor—until finally, even holding herself up becomes impossible. She collapses onto her back on the mattress and throws an arm over her eyes as if trying to hide from how utterly undone she is.

I grab a towel and dry what's left of the water from my body before she pushes herself to her feet. Sabrina takes the towel from me, keeping eye contact.

“May I do that for you, sir?” Her voice is a low, sexy murmur. Her eyes are dark and alluring, tempting.

I nod, and with a swift, fluid motion, she discards the towel, her eyes glinting with intent. She moves gracefully towards me, her lips warm and insistent as they travel down my torso. Her kisses are like a trail of fire, each one burning with increasing intensity. Her hands follow suit, caressing and exploring every inch of skin they encounter. She kneels with purpose between my legs, her steady gaze never leaving mine, creating a connection that feels electric.

Her mouth finds its mark, enveloping my shaft in a sensation that is both tender and overwhelming. Her tongue, like hot silk, dances over the sensitive tip, coaxing a deep, involuntary groan from within me.

Sabrina begins to suck slowly, each deliberate motion taking more of me as her head bobs rhythmically. Her hands continue their gentle caress on my thighs, grounding me in the moment while enhancing the rising tide of pleasure.

“Fuck…” My hand fists into her hair. “Oh, yes, just like that.”

My hips buck slightly, fighting for control. I allow her to play until I'm on the verge of losing myself completely, and then I pull back.

“Enough,” I growl, pulling her up into my arms. “I’m not done with you yet, my slutty little pet.”

She laughs softly as I lift her and toss her onto the bed, grabbing the sleep mask from the nightstand.

“Do you trust me?” I ask, hovering above her.

“Yes,” she whispers without hesitation.

I blindfold her gently, then fasten her wrists to the padded cuffs on the headboard. Her legs, which I bind with soft ties, are parted and open for me. She’s bare, vulnerable, trembling with anticipation.

Sabrina

I can’t see a thing, but I feel everything. I can feel the dampness of the air on my skin. The soft fabric encircles my wrists. The bed shifts as Oleksi moves around me. I hear the quiet rustle of the dessert tray.

Something cool brushes my lips. I open my mouth, and he slips a spoon between them.

“Tell me what it is,” he orders softly.

Chocolate mousse. The mousse is rich, creamy, and spiked with something dark. “Chocolate.”

“Good girl.” A fingertip drags over my sensitive clit from the last two explosive orgasms. Just once. A tease. My hips jerk at the contact.

Another spoon. The taste bursts with tartness and syrupy sweetness.

“Cherry.”

“Mm.” His tongue replaces his finger on my clit this time, stroking once, slowly. I moan.

“This is cruel,” I pant.

“This is a reward.”

Whipped cream lands on my left nipple, and I gasp as cold meets heat. He licks it off slowly, then kisses the spot he’s just cleaned. He repeats the same to the other, his tongue circling until I’m whimpering.

He pours more cream—this time down my belly, in a line that leads to the aching center of me. He drizzles it over my mound, places a cherry between my folds, and another just above my clit.

Oleksi murmurs, “I'm going to eat my cherries using your pussy as my plate.”

His tongue licks a path of fire over my abdomen, then lower. He eats the cherry from between my legs like it’s the sweetest fruit he’s ever tasted. When he sucks the cream off my clit, I scream. The bindings hold me down, forcing me to surrender to every overwhelming sensation.

His fingers delve into me, sliding against slick, sensitive flesh while his tongue works relentless magic, a dance of velvet against my most intimate places. I come undone, my third orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave, a force of nature that leaves me gasping and shivering.

Before I can catch my breath, his mouth is at my breast again, the heat of his breath mingling with the sticky sweetness of cherry juice. His tongue laves, his teeth graze, his lips worship every inch of me, a symphony of sensations that send electric jolts through my veins.

“Please,” I moan, a sound torn from the depths of my soul. “Please, Oleksi…”

His whisper is a dark caress against the soft skin of my thigh, his fingers dancing a cruel, delicious tease at the edge of my core, never quite touching where I ache for him most. “What do you want, my slutty little pet?”

“You. I want all of you.” The words are a litany, a prayer, a desperate plea.

And then I feel the bed shift again, the mattress dipping under the delicious weight of him above me. The head of his cock presses against my opening, a promise, a threat, as he whispers against my ear, his voice a low growl. “Who do you belong to, my slutty little pet?”

“You…” I whimper, the words a surrender, a confession. “You, Oleksi… sir.” My voice is a plea, a desperate cry as he teases my entrance with the tip of his cock, a torment that leaves me writhing. “I belong to you.”

His body surges forward, plunging into me like a claim, a brand—a searing heat that fills me completely, overwhelming my senses. He starts pounding into me, each thrust deliberate and intense, lowering his lips to my ear as his body knocks against mine, a primal rhythm that echoes through my very core.

“I've let you come three times, my slutty little pet,” Oleksi growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “This time, you can't come until I tell you.” His breath is hot against my ear, and his words are an unwavering command. “Don’t displease me.”

“I... I...” I stammer, my voice barely a whisper, caught in the whirlwind of sensation and his dominating presence. “No, sir, I won’t displease you.” My voice wobbles.

Each thrust is a searing torment, a paradise of pleasure and pain, a relentless rhythm that leaves me breathless. I’m tethered between ecstasy and desperation, every fiber of my being straining to obey his brutal, blissful command.

“That's it, my slutty little pet, hold on,” he breathes, the satisfaction in his voice thick like smoke. I hear him groan as his thrusts get more frantic. “Come for me. Come all over my cock.”

He pounds into me, and my world explodes, his name tearing from my lips while he fucks me through my orgasm. Oleksi’s hot seed spills into me, and finally, he stills inside me, each labored breath a white-hot brand across my skin. Slowly, he pulls the sleep mask from my eyes and unties my wrists. Our gazes lock, and he kisses me gently before reaching behind him and loosening my ankles.

Oleksi flops down beside me, pulling me against his chest, and as I cuddle into him, exhausted and spent, I know I am completely his.