Page 32 of Love to Defy You (The Dark Love #2)

Alek

April

Willow hasn’t noticed me standing in the doorway to the closet yet.

She turns in front of the mirror, smoothing out the blush-pink chiffon dress over her hips.

Next, she holds up a green floral dress on a hanger in front of her, alternating between the two outfits while chewing on her plump bottom lip.

I’d rather be the one to make her lips swollen instead.

I stride into the closet and walk up behind her. “The pink one.”

Willow jumps and spins around, clutching the green dress to her chest. “Jesus, you scared me.”

I don’t point out that she’s been on edge lately and startles easily. Ever since the Trial of Lust, Willow is more withdrawn and tends to lose herself in her thoughts, but I don’t blame her. I went through something similar after the first two trials.

I step into her space, and on instinct, she steps backward until she hits the mirror. Silly little malishka , always letting me back her into a corner. It’s like she wants to be caught.

I place my hands on her hips and grind against her. “This week away will be good for you. You haven’t been back to Andarusia since we left.”

Her breath hitches when I lean down to kiss her neck. “I just wish you could come with me.”

If I step foot in Andarusia again, I’ll be arrested on sight, but such is the life of exile. However, I’ve made my peace with it; there isn’t anything left for me there.

Except I don’t like that Willow and I will be apart for an entire week. Her being somewhere I can’t get to if she needs me makes me nervous. But her father is getting married, and she can’t miss that.

“Give David and Galina my regards.” I start to drag her skirt up her legs and resume kissing her neck.

She rewards me with a breathy sigh. “That oil painting you bought them is too much.”

“It’s an investment,” I whisper against her soft skin. “Once the artist dies, the valuation will skyrocket.”

Willow laughs. “That’s morbid.” But she tilts her head to give me better access to suck on her neck.

I snake my hand under the hem of her skirt, and when I drag a single finger along her opening, it’s drenched with arousal. But I remain content with teasing her for now. “I got the invitation for the next ritual.”

Willow tenses and leans back to look me in the eye. “What?” Her voice is sharp.

Dammit, I was hoping the sweet promise of pleasure would distract her or at least soften the blow. With a heavy sigh, I drop my hand from her pussy. “I have to leave in an hour.”

A deep crease forms between her eyebrows. “An hour? Are you serious?”

“Yes.” I pull the invitation out of my pocket and pass it to her. “But there’s nothing I can do.”

She snatches the cardstock from my hand and scans it. “The Trial of Hubris. Wait, this is a weekend trip?” Her voice rises as she whips her head up toward me. “Are you going to be back before I leave for the wedding?”

“The invitation says it’s only for two nights, so I imagine they’ll let us go on Sunday morning. Sunday afternoon at the latest. Your flight isn’t until the evening, correct?”

“Yeah, but...” She stares at the invitation. “Where are you going?”

I shrug. “It doesn’t say.”

She bites her lip. “And it’s only you? Not both of us?”

“Just me.” I tuck a stray lock of her brunette hair behind her ear. “The more I can keep you away from this, the better.”

Her cheeks turn a pale shade of pink. “I don’t mind going with you.” She looks up at me through her thick eyelashes. “So, we only have an hour?”

“Yes, so let’s make it count.” I hook my arms around her thighs and lift her in the air.

Willow squeals as I carry her into the bedroom. She grinds against my stiffening erection and peppers my neck and face with heated kisses, growing more fervent and aggressive with every step I take.

I set her down in front of the window overlooking the street below. “Take off your dress.”

Her breasts rise and fall with her ragged breaths as she obeys. She peels her dress off her body, only breaking eye contact with me when she yanks it over her head and tosses it to the side.

Willow stands in front of the window in all her naked glory.

My cock strains against my slacks, so I unbuckle my belt and yank it off with a snap. “Turn around.”

As she turns, she throws a seductive gaze over her shoulder and licks her lips. I loop my belt and bring it down, and the leather slaps against her perfect, round ass.

She sucks in a sharp breath.

I unbutton my pants and slide them down to my knees, along with my boxers, as I rake my eyes over her smooth body.

“Where shall I fuck you, malishka ? In your ass?

“ I press my stiff erection against her rear hole.

“Or your face?” Using my free hand, I circle her throat and shove my finger inside her mouth.

She wraps her lips around me and sucks down to my last knuckle, swirling her tongue around it.

“Or your pussy?” I rub the leather of my belt along her slit, and a shudder rolls through her body as she lets out a moan around my finger. “Pussy it is then.” In one swift movement, I bend her over, and she gasps. “Grab the windowsill and hold on tight.”

I loop the belt around her neck and tighten it, then grab the loose end and tug. She claws at the windowsill as cars roll past on the street below and pedestrians stroll along the sidewalks on their way home from work.

I shove my knee between her legs to nudge them wide open until her pussy is exposed, and when I’m satisfied, I line myself up at her entrance.

“No safe words, malishka . I won’t stop until you come.

“ The leather groans as I wrap the belt in my fist, and I rub the tip of my erection in her slick to get it wet. “You’re such a good little slut for me, allowing me to use your body for my own depraved desires.”

She pushes her hips backward, seeking my length.

I yank up on the belt, and she lets out a choked gasp. “So greedy for my cock. I should fuck that tight little ass of yours with no lube as punishment.”

Willow shakes her head as her knuckles turn white on the windowsill.

I hum. “Lucky for you, I’m short on time.”

And with that, I shove myself inside her pussy from behind, and a low groan rumbles deep in my chest. Willow lets out a restricted cry against the belt wrapped around her throat.

Once I bottom out, I pull Willow upright by the neck until her back presses against my chest. “Anyone could look up at this window and see me fucking you. I bet they’d think you’re a depraved whore I paid to fulfill my sick, twisted fantasies.”

Slowly, torturously, I pull out before slamming back into her, and Willow lurches forward against the window. What I wouldn’t give to be standing outside, staring up at her perfect tits shoved against the glass.

She trembles with need as I start to fuck her from behind with rough thrusts, spearing into her over and over until I feel her on the brink of exploding. Only then do I pull out all the way and drop the belt from my hand.

She drags her hands down the glass, leaving smeared fingerprints behind. “Why did you stop?”

I spin her around to face me. “Because I want to watch you come all over my cock.”

Willow gasps as I lift her ass onto the windowsill and wrap her legs around my waist. I hold onto her thighs as I sink into her sweet cunt, which stretches snugly around me, like the final piece of a puzzle sliding into place with a satisfying fit.

She clings to me, digging her nails into my shoulder as I begin to move, but this time, I go at a slower pace to relish the feeling of her wrapped around my dick.

Fuck the Order of Apollo. If I died balls-deep in Willow Baker right now, I’d die content and happy. I’m in no rush to finish. Let me savor every soft moan and subtle clench of her inner walls as I pour my obsessive devotion into her.

I gaze into her deep brown eyes beneath hooded lids and dark lashes. Her mouth falls open as I ravish her, probing and exploring. When she’s like this, naked and splayed for me, she’s so beautiful it hurts. To gaze upon her is to gaze upon the sun.

And this woman beneath me is going to become my wife.

“Fuck, malishka .“ I press my forehead against hers and close my eyes. “I love you so much.”

She moans. “I love you too, Alek.”

Hearing her words, I cover her mouth with mine in a deep, possessive kiss, and when she climaxes, I swallow her cries of pleasure.

She clings to me as she writhes and moves her lips against mine, and I follow her over the edge, bursting while buried inside her wet heat.

Willow pulses around me as we grow still, but our mouths remain locked in an endless, sensual dance, one I don’t ever want to end.

But the Order of Apollo looms over us, an omnipresent shadow that’s always behind me. I pull away from her face to look down at our joining, and as I slowly withdraw from her, I relish the sight of my cum leaking out.

I press my forehead against hers. “I have to go.” When I grab her hand, I run my thumb over her engagement ring.

She sighs. “Be careful. I’ll see you on Sunday when you get back.”

“Yes. I need to fuck you again before you leave for a week.”

With a soft laugh, she whispers, “I’ll be waiting.”

Reluctantly, I step away from her and head into the closet to grab my weekend bag and throw some clothes and toiletries inside. I don’t know what to prepare for, so I pack both a suit and casual clothing so I’m ready for anything.

Willow walks me to the door in a silk robe that clings to every curve of her figure, and all I want to do is rip it off and fuck her all over again. Instead, I pull her against my chest and hold her warm body against mine.

“It’s only two nights.” Willow wraps her arms around my waist.

“And then another week away from you,” I add. “We haven’t been apart for that long in a while.”

“Don’t remind me.”

With one hand, I pull her waist against mine while the other grabs her neck, and I capture her lips with fierce passion.

When we break apart, we’re both left breathless and dizzy.