Velvet Devil: A Russian Mafia Romance (95)

I know instinctively what he wants, and I’m surprised to realize that I want it, too. So I pull myself up and balance on my elbows, as he brings his cock to my mouth.

I suck him off a little, licking his balls and running my tongue up and down his shaft, before his body starts to convulse. I notice the tiny dot of pre-cum on his tip and I open my mouth wide and take him in just as he erupts.

I feel him slide down my throat and coat my tongue.

And when I pull back again, his cock is completely spent. I collapse back into my pillow as Isaak rolls off and sinks into the mattress beside me.

We lie there in silence, each basking in the afterglow of our own orgasms. No man has ever made me come endlessly like he has. Not that I’m about to confess that to him, ever.

He already has way more power over me than I’d like to admit.

The problem is that I suspect he already knows it. And if that’s true, then I really am screwed.

“What were you thinking about?”

I turn my head to the side and meet his blue eyes. I love how they change hues depending on the time of day, on his mood. Right now, they’re a soft, calm blue. Like the sky right after a storm.

“Just now?”

“No, before.”

“Oh. Nothing.”

“Camila.”

I shiver. When Isaak says my name that way, it gives me a little thrill I can’t explain.

“Tell me,” he presses. “I’m listening.”

I gnaw at my lower lip. “I was just… missing my sister.”

That tiny nagging voice in the back of my head is trying to convince me that telling Isaak is the right thing to do. Jo has a father. Regardless of his reputation, do I have the right to keep him from her?

“And her kids,” I add.

I cringe a little on the inside when I say the words that omit Jo from the equation entirely. I’m just so scared. I’ve kept her a secret for so long that it feels wrong to talk about her now.

“Did you get to see them much in the last six years?”

“A few times,” I admit. “But that was only because Eric arranged it.”

“The agent?”

“Former agent,” I correct. “The agency replaced him.”

“Right.”

“Andrew was assigned to my case about a year and a half ago, and… he wasn’t so interested in going that extra mile for me.”

“So you haven’t seen your sister and her family in a year and a half?”

“Yeah. It’s been torture.”

Maybe I give too much away in how I say it, but Isaak stares at me with an expression that borders on suspicious. I’m not sure how to walk this conversation back without looking like I’m trying to hide something.

“We’ve always been very close,” I explain hastily. “Sometimes, she’s felt more like my mother than my sister.”

“I suppose I can relate. Sometimes, Bogdan can feel like my kid.”

He’s joking, and I’m thankful for the tension breaker. But the distraction I need comes when he pulls the covers off his body. He gets off the bed and grabs a glass of water from his bedside table. While he drinks, I take a moment to admire him.

He looks like he’s been carved from stone. His angles are fierce and strong, his torso ripples with abs, and even his arms look like they’re flexed even when they’re not.

And of course, there’s his cock.

His massive, beautiful, capable cock that’s made me come more times than I can count now. He just fucked me to within an inch of my life and somehow, he still manages to look hard.

I mean, that’s got to be a talent, right? Sometimes, it’s true what they say: God really does give with both hands.

“Like what you see?”

I flush with color as he calls me out for staring. “Sorry,” I mumble, turning my face into my pillow.

He chuckles under his breath. I hear him walk around the bed to my side. I very pointedly bury my head further underneath the pillow, hoping he’ll just leave me to my embarrassment.

No such luck.

He snatches the pillow off my head, and I’m forced to turn up and look at him. The fact that he’s still naked is incredibly distracting, but I manage to keep my eyes above his neck.

He bends and grips the side of the bed with both hands. “You can use this line,” he tells me, gesturing to the phone on the bedside table next to me. “It’s secure.”

I sit up, not even caring that the sheets fall off my body like water.

His eyes land squarely on my breasts, and unlike me, he doesn’t seem in the least bit embarrassed to be caught staring. In fact, he looks as though it’s his God-given right to stare.

I’d call him out on it, but I’m too excited by the opportunity he’s offering me.

“I can call my sister?”

“For as long as you want,” he says. “I won’t even eavesdrop.”

“Where are you going?” I ask, my hand already inching towards the phone.

“To shower,” he tells me. “I’ll probably be in there for a while.”

Before I can say another word, he leans in and catches my lips with his. It’s a deeply possessive kiss, one that he finishes by biting down on my bottom lip.

It’s not so hard as to draw blood, but enough to sting a little.