“Oh my,” she gasps when I finally let her up for air. “Where did that come from?”
“You are driving me crazy,” I growl. “That’s where that came from.”
She smiles coquettishly. “Crazy, huh? Poor man… the things you have to go through.” She pushes at the buttons of my shirt with her finger and the possessive beast in me roars to life.
What better way of leaving my mark on her than fucking her senseless? Except, of course, for the little problem standing between us and an epic fuck. Or more specifically, the two little problems standing between us and an epic fuck.
And yet…
Rough sex may be off the table. But a little fooling around might not hurt.
I grab her legs and reel her in towards me. “Uri!” she yelps. She tries to sit up but I keep a tight grip on her ankles and lock them around my waist. “Uri!”
Before she can do anything else, I slip my hand inside of her sweats and right into her panties. She lets out a strangled gasp that dies beautifully on her lips, her eyes going wide as my fingers slide inside of her.
“U-Uri… the d-door. It’s open. Anyone can walk… right… aah…”
She collapses onto the bed as I work her tight little pussy. She can whine and protest all she wants, but the wetness slicking my fingers is singing a completely different song.
“What are you… mmm… doing to me…？” she moans, trying to push me away and trying to pull me deeper all at the same time.
I bend low to blanket her with my body. “I’m trying to show you exactly who you belong to,” I growl in her ear. “Tell me, my little thief, who do you belong to?”
“Y-you,” she gasps. “Only you.”
“I can’t hear you.”
“You!”
I smile wickedly. “That’s more like it.”
She starts riding her hips on my hand. I add a second finger and a third. She’s got her own fingers wrapped around my wrist and clamped tight. It’d take the jaws of fucking life to pull me out of her right now.
Spicy little kiska.
And she’s all fucking mine.
“Mmm… oh God, Uri, I’m gonna… I’m gonna… aah…”
Her juices flow over my fingers and I watch her face light up and tremble from the euphoria of her orgasm. There’s nothing quite as gorgeous as Alyssa’s face drenched in the heat of pleasure and satisfaction.
Before she can gather herself, the door pushes open and Nikolai walks in, catching me with my hand in the cookie jar. Alyssa gasps, pushing me away as her face turns beet red and ripping the sheets up over her lower half.
Nikolai looks pretty close to blushing himself as his eyes dart from side to side without ever landing on either Alyssa or me. “Sorry,” he mumbles.
The only one who seems remotely at ease is me. I’ve stamped my mark pretty clearly now and I’m almost glad my brother is around to see it. I lick a finger and Alyssa’s jaw drops. “Stop,” she hisses.
I ignore her and turn to Nikolai. “I thought I told you to give us some privacy.”
“If I’d known why, I’d have stayed clear, trust me,” he says awkwardly. “But this is important. Evanoff is trying to reach you. He said he called a few times but you didn’t answer.”
“Fuck,” I mutter as I pull out my phone. Sure enough, there are three missed calls from Dominik that had gone unnoticed because of my preoccupation with the red-faced temptation in front of me.
I sweep out of the room as I dial him back. Dr. Grigory is chatting with a few young nurses in the hallway, but they disperse quickly when they see me come out of the room.
“I’ve been trying to get in touch with you,” Dominik intones the moment he picks up.
“I was indisposed. What’s happening?”
“I know where Boris and Artur are hiding.”
45
URI
I leave Nikolai behind with Alyssa. Pain in the ass though he may be, he’s the only person I trust to protect her the way that I would. To his credit, he doesn’t even seem disappointed to be left out of the impending fight. He takes it on the chin with a somber expression and a nod.
“Kill the bastard,” is all he says to me.
I intend to.
Dimiv and I make our way to the meeting point where Dominik said he would be waiting. Evanoff has thirty men with him, which brings our number up to ninety. Any more and we risk drawing unwanted attention from the authorities as we move around the city.
I drive my jeep up alongside Dominik’s and roll down the window. “Well?”