Hidden Monsters (Volkov Bratva #4)(60)

Luka didn’t hesitate. Didn’t tease. His lips and tongue immediately found her center, and she only had a second to take a breath before he set in, giving her exactly what he promised.

She whispered his name, her legs trembling as her fingers drifted into the thick strands of his hair and pulled. She wasn’t sure whether she was trying to keep him there or pull him away, but it was clear that he wasn’t stopping. Not until he got what he wanted from her.

It was all the encouragement he needed because the more she tugged, the deeper he set in until her legs were trembling and his name was falling from her lips every few seconds.

“I need to cum, Luka,” she all but begged him, her senses too overwhelmed to be shy any longer.

She needed him.

And she needed him now.

But he wasn’t ready to give in yet, no matter what she said. Even when she rocked her hips, trying to force him to give her more, he merely rolled them until she was practically sitting on his face.

“Oh God!”

One of his hands snaked up her body, palming her breast, then tweaked her nipple. The other went between her legs, his thumb swiping over her clit as he sent her flying toward the one thing she’d been begging him for.

The orgasm came over her slowly, and then all at once, making her cry out his name in abandon, her legs locking up as it washed through her. And even as she came down, she knew it wasn’t enough, not nearly.

“Get on me, now.”

She rushed to obey him, and with his insistence, she moved down his body until the head of his cock was poised at her entrance. He was taut with tension, a strong need in his eyes, so she was the one to reach between them, taking hold of him, and rubbing him all along her sex.

“Now, Alex.”

She thought of drawing this out the way he had drawn it out for her, but Luka was too far gone. He didn’t gently guide himself inside her. No, he surged in, his hands so tight on her hips that she was sure she would bruise.

There was a twinge of pain, and he seemed to realize this as he held himself still, his gaze shifting up to hers. He gave her just enough time to adjust, as if he could read her body as though he had done it a million times, and as he pulled out, just until the tip breached her entrance, he thrust right back in, drawing a strangled groan from her.

With an arm back around her waist, he rolled them once more, and as he gained purchase, he sunk deeper inside her, his sweaty forehead dropping to the curve of her shoulder and neck.

His lips found her skin, skirting over her jaw, his tongue, caressing the skin there, as if he was trying to calm her.

“I won’t be gentle.” It was as much of a promise as it was a threat.

She could even sense how he held back, for her sake, but as she pulled him closer, she gave him the permission he sought. “Give me everything.”

And he did.

Grabbing hold of her wrists, he pinned her arms to the floor, and no matter how she struggled, wanting to touch him, he held firm.

With each punishing thrust, she drew closer to an end she hadn’t sought. Never, not even with the two lovers she’d had previously had she ever cum twice in one night, but she was hurtling toward it. And this time, she wanted to take him with her.

He was so busy concentrating on her that he wasn’t taking anything for himself.

Grabbing his face with both hands, she drew him up for a kiss, making sure to convey exactly what she felt for him when she did.

Words fell from her lips before she could stop them. She knew he understood the French, could sense it in him, but it wasn’t until he responded in kind that she gave herself over to the tide, lost in the sea of everything he was making her feel. Seconds later, he followed.

Luka was careful to keep his weight off her though he dropped down onto one arm.

They were both sweaty and sticky, and he was slowly softening, but he stayed where he was. Her limbs felt like jelly, and if it were not for the feel of him on top of her, she might have thought none of this was real.

But then he lifted his head, looking down at her with the sweetest of smiles. “Finally.”





27

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A Merry Christmas





Finished applying a layer of red lipstick, Alex eyed her reflection in the mirror, pleased with the results though on the inside she was nervous as hell. Three days had passed since she and Luka had ended up on her living room floor. Trying to focus on anything else was impossible, not when the only thing she could remember was his hands on her, the feel of him inside her, and how it felt never ending. She might have been worried about not talking to him in so long, but she had overheard Mishca talking about him being gone on Bratva business. He was supposed to be there at the dinner tonight, but she had no idea what that was going to entail. While he hadn’t seemed to regret their night together…that didn’t mean he wasn’t rethinking it now.

Grabbing the bags of presents she’d bought and her bag, she headed out, hailing a cab to the penthouse.

Snow was falling in earnest, blanketing the streets of New York in bright white. Wreaths and string lights hung from streetlights, various decorations including a giant Christmas tree in the middle of Times Square made the city come to life, and for once, Alex was in the holiday spirit.

Traffic was even worse the deeper into the city they went, but she couldn’t begin to care about that as they sat in a long line of taxis. In the distance, she could just make out Mishca’s building, so instead of waiting, she paid the cabbie and climbed out, walking the last few blocks.