“I…I…missed you, too. I missed you so much, it hurt.”
I lose control at the sound of her needy words, not that I have any when it comes to her.
She effortlessly turns me into a fucking animal who’s unable to survive without her.
My pace picks up and I kiss her as hard as I fuck her until she’s sliding off the bed and my hold on her neck is the only thing keeping her in place.
One thing doesn’t change even as I fuck her hard and rough—the way she’s looking into my eyes while holding my face.
I’m here for you, she says with those expressive blues. I want you no matter what.
And it drives me wild. Looking at her while being inside her, looking at her while her channel tightens around me, strangling me, drives me fucking insane.
But instead of upping my rhythm, I take it slow for the first time ever. I roll my hips and drive deep into her until she’s shuddering again and her walls close around me like a vise.
My kiss becomes more passionate than frantic, my tongue toying with hers as my dick pounds her tight little cunt with measured thrusts. She pulls her legs wider apart, raising one up a little to allow me more access and I take it, going to lengths I’ve never imagined.
And when she starts shaking, her walls clenching around me, and she’s moaning loudly, I’m right there with her. My spine tingles and I shoot my cum inside her in long spurts until my balls are spent.
I’m about to crush her with my weight, so I maneuver us so that she’s on top of me, her icy blonde hair at my chin. But I remain deep inside her. My dick twitching, slowly but surely readying for another round.
We remain like that for a while, until her breathing evens out and I think she’s fallen asleep. It’s a habit of hers after sex.
Still wrapping a hand around her back, I reach into my trouser pocket and retrieve the butterfly pendant. I’ve kept it ever since she forgot it in the hotel room that day.
Every time I’ve looked at it, I recalled how the black wings flattened against her pale back when I first saw her that night.
The memory seems far away, but I can never forget it. If anything, I might have become obsessed with her since then.
I gently fasten the chain around her throat. The other one was ruined so I got her a golden chain to go along with it.
She stirs when the weight of the necklace—or its coldness—rests against her skin. At first, her gaze is confused, but when she looks down, her eyes widen. “My butterfly.”
“You mentioned it has value to you, so I thought I’d bring it. I put it on a chain so you can have it on you all the time.”
“Thank you.” A soft smile lifts her lips. “It’s the only thing I have left of Mom and it means so much to me.”
“I’m glad I was the one who found it then.”
“Me, too.” She runs her fingers over the black wings. “You know, back then, I used to think of myself as the fairy of the forest and used this as my magic wand to order trees and small animals around.”
A smile breaks on my lips. “I can clearly imagine you as a naughty fairy.”
“I…wasn’t naughty.”
“Uh-huh. Did you wear skimpy clothes, too?”
“Stop, you pervert!”
“What? If you have a role-play kink, I’d be happy to oblige.”
“I do not.” She clears her throat. “Anyway, how did you get here?”
“An acquaintance Nate knows is apparently a Bratva associate and she got me here as her plus-one.”
She lifts her head, leaning her elbows on my chest to look me in the eye. “A woman?”
“Yeah.”
A frown appears between her brows. “And do you know her intimately?”
“Hmm. Maybe.”
“It’s a yes or no question.”
“My, my, beautiful, are you jealous?”
“No.” She stares into space.
“You’re so fucking adorable to think I would look at any other woman after I’ve been with you.”
She hiccups and it’s obviously involuntary, because her face and neck become a deep shade of red. “I…can’t look at other men either.”
My eyes narrow. “Is that why you have a fiancé?”
“Papa picked him because he’s Russian and part of the Bratva. I had no say in it.”
“That will change.” I slowly pull out of her, then stand up.
Even though my dick is craving another round, I need to take care of the fucker standing between us.
Anastasia’s face, however, loses the easygoing edge and goes back to that frightened stage. “W-what are you going to do?”