Ravaged Throne: A Russian Mafia Romance (Solovev Bratva #2)(51)

She twists around and straddles me. Her hands rest on my chest as she leans in. “Thank you, Leo,” she says, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

The motion brings her ass into contact with my cock, which is starting to come back to life. “Careful now,” I warn her, gesturing down.

“You promised me a long night, didn’t you?” She rolls her hips again playfully, a light dancing in her eyes.

I slap her ass and roll her over, pressing my length against her thigh.

“I did,” I growl. “And I always keep my promises.”





21





WILLOW





I wake up before Leo. I stretch out, relishing in the soreness. It’s a reminder of every beautiful thing we did last night.

The sex is the easy part. Always has been. It’s everything else between us that makes me want to scream or cry or both.

Sighing, I swing my legs off the side of the bed and pad into the bathroom. I fill the tub with hot water, already aching to slip beneath the steaming surface. I’m leaning over to check the temperature when hands come down around my hips.

“Jesus!” I gasp. “I didn’t even hear you come in.”

I try to turn, but Leo grips me tight and forces me to stay where I am, my back pressed against his chest. It takes me only a second to register that he’s hard. His erection is pressed between my ass cheeks.

“After last night, that thing still works?”

“No rest for the weary.” His voice is raspy from sleep.

“Leo, I can barely walk straight this morning.”

I don’t need to see his face to know he’s smiling. Cocky bastard.

“A little more won’t hurt,” he murmurs. He smooths his fingers up the back of my neck and pushes me forward so my stomach hits the edge of the bathtub.

“I beg to diff—”

But the words die on my lips when he presses the head of his dick against my pussy. Already, my muscles are protesting. I need to stretch and hydrate and eat something.

Yet… heat pools low in my stomach with every touch.

“If you really can’t take it, I’ll stop,” he promises. But that’s a lie and he knows it. My body wouldn’t let him stop if the world were ending.

“Just get it over with,” I snap as bitterly as I can, even though I don’t mean a word of it.

He slaps my ass so hard that I cry out. Heat blooms across my backside, but the sting is countered by Leo’s teasing.

He pushes his cock into me just a little and then pulls out. He does this again and again, until my legs shake with anticipation.

Then suddenly, the warm press of his body is gone. I’m about to glance over my shoulder to see what’s happening when I feel his tongue on my pussy.

“F-fuck!” I splutter. He starts eating me out, moving with slow and gentle determination.

Water is still running in the bath, and the room is filling with steam, but all I can concentrate on is not collapsing beneath the onslaught of Leo’s tongue. My knees are going wobbly.

When my juices start dripping down my thighs, he stands up and fills me with one hard thrust. I cry out.

How could I have thought for even a second I’d had enough of this? Enough of him? How could I ever go back to a life without it?

He moves in slow thrusts at first, but I’m greedy for the animalistic way he took me last night.

“Harder, Leo,” I breathe. “Harder…”

“Say my name again, baby,” he growls, increasing the pace of his thrusts.

“Leo,” I breathe. “Leo, Leo, Leo.”

He fucks me right into yet another orgasm. I’ve lost count at this point, but we’ve long since crossed into double figures. I’m still coming down when he slides out of me.

“Turn around,” he growls.

I drop to my knees in front of him. He pumps his cock three times and then bathes my chest with his seed. There’s a lot of it for a man who came multiple times last night.

When he finishes, I sit back on my heels and stare up at him, exhausted and amazed.

“Now, get in the tub,” he orders again. “You’re going to need to soak a while before you feel human again.”

I frown. “You’re not getting in with me?”

He shakes his head. “I’ve got work to do. A quick shower is all I need.”

I watch him get into the shower, still too weak to get up just yet. He’s halfway done by the time I manage to peel myself off the floor and climb into the bath.

But the moment the water hits my body, I moan. “Oh God, this feels good.”

Leo steps out of the shower and grabs his towel. I openly stare at his body while I sink below the surface of the water. His muscles are as craggy and hard as the mountains outside the window. Peaks and valleys, with veins winding through everywhere I look.

“You keep staring at me like that, and I’m going to come over there and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

“For another week, you mean. I’m already down for the count.”

“I have a feeling you’ll be hungry for more in no time. God knows I am.”

“I’m surprised you have anything left.”

“Always, kukolka,” he says with a wink. “Oh, by the way—you have freedom of the house. Don’t waste it.”