The Russian Bodyguard: A Dark Mafia Romance (Krasnov Brothers Book 3) Page 11

  The succulent sounds of her mewls and the soft sensation of her tongue roaming along my shaft with each greedy suck got me very close to coming.

  I drove both hands into her hair, knocking out any remaining pins from the damp, dark chocolate tresses.

  I started to fuck her gorgeous face.

  I filled her mouth.

  For this one night, I would not deny what my body wanted. What I wanted.

  Sasha on her knees with my cock in her mouth.

  Her pale eyes teared up. Her lips stretched obscenely. She dug her nails into my ass but not to make me stop.

  To encourage me to use her.

  Fuck.

  I wanted to breach her throat so I could plug her full of my cockmeat.

  I stepped closer to her, and her tits mashed against my bare thighs. I hunkered over her, cranking her head back. I dug my thumbs under her chin, elongating the angle of her neck.

  Plunging straight down, my thighs flexed, my cock plundered. My balls banged against her chin. Long strands of saliva connected my dick to her swollen lips every time I repeated the long lunging move.

  My roar broiling. Jizz boiling. ’Nads bursting.

  My bellow that of a beast, I finally let it all go.

  After filling her mouth with the first powerful jet, I pulled out and lashed a stripe across her mounded tits.

  When I looked back from my handiwork, she parted her lips to show me she’d swallowed what I’d left her.

  I cranked my shaft back down and buried several inches of spurting cock into her mouth where I deposited the rest of my seed.

  My head notching back, I drew in ragged breaths, my dick losing none of its stiffness.

  And Sasha kept suckling like she was nursing from the head. Using her tongue, she nimbly toyed with the piercing, making me grunt.

  I smoothed hair back from her cheeks, my tone entirely smug when I said, “You like the PA, da?”

  She lifted her ruby red lips from me to whisper hoarsely, “Da.”

  Then she leaned her head against my thigh, her fingers gliding around the backs of my legs.

  “Maksim . . .”

  I had never expected to hear the needy note of her voice.

  She had to ache as much as I still did, and I’d just had my release.

  Tilting her head back so I could get a better look at the tempting mess I’d made of her, I asked, “Maksim what?”

  She drew her bottom lip between her teeth, lust washing across her irises and pink cascading over her cheeks. “I want to come too.”

  My smirk had to be a dirty thing as I lifted her to her feet.

  Ah. I had such plans for Sasha. They’d been formulating since I had walked in on her wearing the very same corset that sheathed her body now.

  She came into my body willingly, and I rewarded her beautiful submissiveness with a kiss.

  The kiss was nothing tame though. Not at all.

  I tasted the essence of want when our tongue twined and slid apart only to writhe together again, like Sasha did against my naked body.

  When I pushed her away, she swayed on her feet.

  My cum still splattered across the upper slopes of her breasts, and I scooped up the cream then fed my seed to her on the tips of my fingers.

  Her eyelids sifted down, and she swilled my taste around her mouth before swallowing the rest.

  Primal hunger hit me hard, narrowing my sight to her, only her.

  Dropping in front of Sasha, I removed one extraordinarily sexy stiletto then the other before reaching for the fastening of her white leather pants.

  Still wet from the heavy downpour, the leather stuck to her skin like latex, but her heat rose from within.

  I peeled the tight trousers down and off her feet with her hands coasting to rest on my shoulders.

  Rising to my haunches, I stared at the smallest white thong in the world, and it was wet too, but not from the rain. Her hot heady scent hit me immediately, as lush and feminine as her curvy figure.

  I hooked my fingers into the frail sides of the fabric then brutishly ripped the panties off her.

  “Maksim!” she yelped.

  I slapped a hard hand against her ass as the scrap of white material floated away like snow.

  She screeched again, and I rose to loom over her. “I expect no more outbursts from you unless you are screaming my name in pleasure.”

  I could tell she wanted to bitch some more, but I halted her breath by pushing my fingers into the ribbons holding the front of her corset together and twisting them around my fist. The extra stricture around her ribs popped her tits out even more, and she gasped.

  “Nod if you understand,” I ordered.

  She nodded.

  I let her breathe freely again.

  Then I led her to one of the high stools at the kitchen’s glossy granite kitchen island. I lifted her up and set her down on the seat.

  Her breasts almost burst out of the top of the corset, creating a tempting vision.

  I plucked the silk bow at the bottom and began loosening the sexy contraption. Slowly, I released each stay, working my way up the center of her body while she leaned back and opened her legs and let me have my way.

  I liked Sasha so much better like this—spread and vulnerable and needy.

  Nudging her to lift her arms, I drew the sensually constructed corset up and up then away, leaving my wife completely naked on a stool in my kitchen.

  And I knew exactly what I wanted to eat.

  Starting with her tits.

  Ah, god. Her breasts were fucking first class from the decadent fullness to the delicate rouge of her areolae.

  My hands coasted from the wings of her collarbone around the outward swell of her tits as I cupped them together.

  “You are sumptuous.” Voice gruff, I praised her.

  A charming blush rolled up from her breasts as her breathing hastened. “Don’t lie to me.”

  Sasha had never been anything but completely, annoyingly confident. To witness her sudden shyness flipped something in my heart.

  “Does this lie?” I brought her hand to my fully hard cock.

  She met my gaze and slowly shook her head as her fingers drifted up my tumescent rod.

  Then I had to fill my mouth with her like I’d filled my palms.

  I knocked her hand off of me and lowered my lips to her.

  Sucking, licking, biting, I mapped her softly rounded flesh with my mouth and my tongue and my teeth.

  I crushed her breasts together, taking both her nipples into my mouth to wet them. I lathed the buds with the tip of my tongue and drew slow spirals around the sweet outer circles.

  I rubbed my stubbled cheeks on her skin and pulled her nipples outward.

  I listened to her moan.

  Watched her arch and pant.

  Leaving her tits wet with my saliva, her areolae slick and dark red and aroused, I moved only to retrieve her stilettoes.

  The silver high heels flashed as did her pale blue eyes when I returned.

  I placed the dangerously spiky heels back on her feet and lifted her remarkable legs to my shoulders.

  Sasha was almost bent in half, reclining against the island.

  She was a deliciously decadent nude with her heels biting into my shoulder blades where two of my tats marked the kills I’d made for her.

  Below her big tits, her belly was slightly rounded—nothing slim or trim about her except her waist.

  And I could wait no longer with her pink gash spread like a wet dream all for me. I pounced roughly. I went at her rapaciously. I opened my mouth and covered her entire wet cunt with my face driven between her thighs.

  She tasted better than all expectations.

  I especially liked the small triangle of hair nestled at the top of her mound.

  I really loved her high-pitched chirps as I played hide-and-seek with her clit.

  Hands filled with her juicy ass, I raised her off the stool so she was stretched out between my arms and the kitchen isl
and. A bridge of naked female flesh arching to my ravenous mouth.

  I controlled her completely.

  My tongue swept up and down her cleft and all around her clit then I mashed in even harder, widening my jaw.

  “Maksim!” she screamed, and I would allow that particular outburst.

  Her wetness smelled uniquely of sex and Sasha—two things I never thought I’d taste together.

  Her body bounced up and down, but I kept her clamped close to my mouth.

  Her breasts pointed to the ceiling, ribcage shifting with shallow breaths and her tummy hollowing in and out.

  I pulled back to lick her essence off my lips. I spread her open with my thumbs, watching the wet dilation of her bright pink channel.

  I licked delicately . . . there . . . just at her opening.

  And she seized up.

  But I took my tongue away to draw wet swirls along the inside of her thighs.

  I kept her hole open, and that little pink mouth kept winking at me.

  I licked her again.

  She tensed anew, her entire body trembling.

  Then I withdrew from the sweet heaven between her legs, keeping her thighs wide open. I pulled her upper body off the cold granite so she sat back on the stool.

  She was gorgeously tousled and highly aroused and cutely ferocious. “What are you doing? Why the hell did you stop? I was so close!”

  Her body hummed with vibrant lust from the tips of her tits to the delicious gleam of her cunt.

  Stepping between her spread knees, I kissed her like I owned her.

  Which I did.

  After I finished taking my fill of her mouth if not her pussy, I tipped her chin up. “Remember, Sashenka. You are being punished for your trespasses tonight.”

  “You can’t be serious.” She shoved hair from her face and glanced down my chest to my obviously throbbing cock.

  And as I kept her knees apart, her pussy pulsed so pink and slick, it would be easy to finish her off. A pleasure really.

  But one I wouldn’t allow her and so I denied myself as well.

  Lifting her in my arms, I carried the wriggling mass of woman to the bedroom.

  When I set her on her feet in all her gorgeous disarray, she snarled at me.

  Sasha was too beguiling this way, so I ordered, “Go wash up. You are a mess. Beautiful, but a mess nonetheless.”

  “You’re the one who came on me!” Her eyes spit fire.

  Da. I had.

  I rubbed a hand over my chest, wishing I could smear more cum onto her breasts. “Go now, Sashenka. And don’t even try to get yourself off. I will know.”

  “Impossible beast! Argh!”

  I expected knives or, at the very least, the wedding and engagement rings to be thrown at me.

  Instead, she stomped off to the bathroom, her jiggly ass stoking new flames inside of me.

  It was then, as her rear end taunted me to new heights, that I saw the delicate pattern of a tattoo right above her bottom.

  A growl curled from my throat, but she’d already disappeared into the bathroom.

  She might’ve vanished from sight, but the tat lingered on my brain, making my blood fucking boil.

  When had she gotten inked?

  Who had given her permission?

  And what I really wanted to know was who in the hell had tattooed her, because if it was a male that was one more person I needed to kill.

  I vowed I would not take it easy on her tonight.

  She’d already trespassed too many boundaries.

  Pacing around the bedroom, I listened to her grousing loudly while she showered.

  She took a long time.

  That was to be expected.

  She was properly pissed that I finally had her completely under my thumb. And I would enjoy this, whether the threat of Oleg precipitated the turn of events or not.

  Half an hour later, Sasha emerged scrubbed clean and shiny and so stunning.

  She did something to a man.

  She does something to me that I don’t want to contemplate.

  I lounged on top of the bed, naked and ready.

  In a taunting move, she dropped the towel she’d knotted above her tits, shaking out her damp hair.

  I barely glanced at her, the heat already steaming between us as dense as the mist rolling from the bathroom.

  I had her corset unfolded over my legs and slowly unlaced the sash all the way while she watched me suspiciously.

  “What other torment do you have in store for me tonight?” she asked with little bite to her voice.

  “If you’d learn to follow my orders, there wouldn’t be any torture at all, Sasha. In fact . . .”

  I took the silk ribbon from her corset and dragged it up the underside of my fat cock, arching and grunting with the satiny feel.

  I looked straight at her, heat prickling beneath my skin. “You could have had all the pleasure you wanted. I’m willing to bet you’ve never been fucked by one of these before.”

  “A big cock?” she answered on a breathless note.

  “Mmm. That.” I propped my dick off my belly and flicked the Prince Albert, which made my groin roll. “And this.”

  She visibly swallowed, approaching the bed, shaking with raw need.

  With one strike, I tackled her down face first before I flipped her to her back.

  “What are you doing now?” She kicked out at me until I straddled her legs.

  I slid the ribbon between my fingers while she continued to struggle.

  Leaning over her, I drew her arms above her head, completely immobilizing the little wench.

  She renewed her glare when I bent my head, but I only blew a trail of breath from the corner of her mouth up to the shell of her ear.

  Shivers coalesced on her skin, and her neck arched sharply.

  Then I lashed her wrists together with the ribbon, knotting them to the bed’s headboard. “I’m making sure you stay put and don’t touch yourself.”

  “I’d rather be Oleg’s prisoner right now than your wife,” she scathed.

  “Is that so?” Animal like, I prowled down her body. “I would learn to keep my mouth shut if I were you, Sashenka.”

  Poised above her pretty pussy, I slowly spread her legs and crouched between them.

  “Oh god, Maksim.”

  “Da. Exactly.” Taking a circuitous route, I ghosted my fingertips up the insides of her thighs, over the swell of her hips, and in along her waist.

  More chills erupted on her flesh.

  Her head lifting off the pillow, she stared at me through heavy-lidded eyes, pale irises melting like ice caps under a hot sun.

  My fingers coasted in toward her belly button, and she sucked in a breath, which she held.

  I chuckled low in my throat, drawing patterns across her tummy to just above that soft triangle of hair on her mound.

  Her thighs trembled. Her breath hastened. Her tits shook.

  “Blyad, Maksim.”

  She hissed when I dragged my thumbs just inside the creases of her thighs.

  “Stop teasing me and touch me already,” she demanded.

  “Hmm.” But I was deriving too much satisfaction from toying with her, keeping her captive to my touches.

  My fingers slipped away, back down her legs, and I planted her feet on the bed. I drew her knees up, spreading her completely to my gaze.

  Her head thrashed on the pillow when I opened her sex. Her inner lips gleamed, and a small trickle of her arousal slid down to the crevice of her bottom.

  “You tasted very good, Sashenka.” My voice nothing but a deep rumble, I leaned closer to smell her.

  She heaved her hips up, trying to bring herself closer to my mouth, but I moved away.

  “Evil,” she snarled.

  I chuckled again.

  With her arms stretched above, the sight of her aroused and at my mercy jerked a groan from my chest.

  I dipped a finger into her, feeling the ripple of her insides as she keened hotly.


  I pulled out, and she howled in dismay.

  Using two digits, I fingered her fast and hard and sudden.

  Sasha moaned wildly.

  Then I removed my fingers from her.

  Her head reared up, lust all but singing from her body and singeing me from her eyes. “Don’t stop, pozhaluysta.”

  I loved hearing her speak Russian, her softly lilting accent so sensual to my ears, especially when she said please so desperately.

  Leaning over her with one hand braced by her shoulder, I fucked her with three wide fingers. The slippery sounds of her pussy became louder, her insides tightening around my thrusts.

  When her back arched and her breath drew in, I withdrew my touch again.

  She cried out brokenly, but I paid no attention. I was too focused on my lathered fingers.

  I sucked her sweetness into my mouth, savoring the taste of her. “I didn’t know you’d be so creamy for me.”

  Before she could find her voice, I shifted back between her thighs and buried my mouth in her lush pinkness. I lapped at everything I could but kept stopping just short of letting her orgasm.

  Finally, as a sheen of sweat coated her sumptuous body, I slid up over her and started grinding my turgid cock against her swollen, tender pussy.

  “Yes!” she shouted in a hoarse voice.

  I used my dick to ride along her slit, my piercing butting her clit while she writhed beneath me, so wet and ready to be impaled.

  But I wouldn’t. Not tonight. And not just to get her off.

  Cock rigid and engorged, I inhaled a harsh breath.

  I moved off of Sasha, leaving her legs wide open, her hips still pumping into the air.

  With my hand on her belly, I pressed her pelvis down to the bed.

  She strained against her bonds. “You sadist!”

  “Da.” Leaning over, I blew a stream of air along her cunt so she twitched all over. “Maybe so.”

  Her head slammed back onto a pillow, fingers curling into fists. “I hate you.”

  “Does not matter. For once you’re not getting what you want.” Leaving the bed, I went to the bathroom to take care of some necessary business.

  When I returned, I made sure to check the Sig Sauer on the stand by my side.

  Sasha glared at me with a ferocity that made her even more beautiful.

  I pulled back the covers beneath her then joined her as the mattress dipped under my weight. I bunched up a pillow for my head then pulled a light blanket over us. I made sure she was securely tied to the headboard then flipped off the light.