Page 124 of Twisted Pact

His thumb presses harder against my clit, and that’s all it takes. The orgasm crashes through me in waves that seem endless. I bite down on his good shoulder to muffle the sounds trying to escape, but he pulls back.

“No. I want to hear you. I want the guards outside to know exactly what we’re doing in here.”

The thought of being overheard should embarrass me. Instead, it makes me come harder. My inner walls clench around his fingers while I cry out his name, and he watches my face with reverence.

When the aftershocks fade, he withdraws his hand and brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact.

“You taste incredible. Like you were made for me to devour.”

“I need you inside me,” I pant. “Right now.”

He lifts me easily, wrapping my legs around his waist. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, and we freeze for a moment.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Yes. Please, Alexei. I need to feel you.”

He pushes inside in one smooth thrust that makes us both groan. The stretch burns in the best way, and when he’s fully seated, I feel full. Owned.

“Fuck, you’re tight. So perfect around my cock.”

He starts moving with slow, deep strokes that make me feel every inch of him. The angle hits something inside me that makes pleasure build with each thrust. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face against his good shoulder.

“Look at me,” he orders.

I lift my head and meet those all-seeing eyes that strip away every defense I try to maintain.

“Don’t hide from me. Not now. Not when I’m buried inside you and we’re as close as two people can be.”

He increases his pace, and each thrust drives me higher. The water beats down on us, creating a cocoon where nothing exists except our bodies moving together and the sounds of skin slapping against skin and our harsh breathing.

“Touch yourself,” he prompts. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

I snake my hand between our bodies and find where we’re joined. My fingers circle my clit, and the combination of him pounding into me and my touch sends me spiraling.

“That’s it. Take what you need. Use me however you want.”

The permission breaks something loose inside. I move faster, chasing the orgasm that’s building at the base of my spine. He matches my rhythm, giving me what I need without me having to ask.

When I shatter, the pleasure is even more overwhelming than the first time. I cry out his name while my pussy clenches around him, and he groans like it’s the best thing he’s felt.

“Fuck, Mila. I feel you squeezing my cock. So goddamn perfect.”

His rhythm becomes erratic as he chases his release. A few more hard thrusts, and he’s burying himself as deeply as possible, filling me with his release while groaning my name.

We stay connected for several heartbeats, gasping for breath. When he finally withdraws, he lowers me carefully to my feet and keeps one arm around my waist to steady me.

We dry off and move to his bedroom. Once we’re under the covers, he pulls me against his chest.

“I need to tell you,” he declares, “about why I’ve been so guarded.”

I run my nails along his chest and wait for him to continue.

“Five years ago, I thought I was in love. Her name was Natalia. Beautiful, intelligent, seemed to understand this world. I was careful with her. Took two years to really let her in. To trust her with information about family operations.”

I tamp down the jealousy that pops up at the idea of Alexei being so intimate with another woman and ask, “What happened?”

“She was working for our competitors the entire time. Gathering intelligence, documenting our operations, and building a case that could have destroyed everything Dmitri and I spent years building. What my father created. We only survived because Dmitri caught her before she could deliver the final information.”