I complied, sliding the vibrator inside my wet pussy, the plastic nub on the outside rested against my clit. The combination of pinching my nipples and thrusting the vibrator in and out had me moaning Drago’s name in rising ecstasy. Hearing his dirty commands, knowing he was watching, and knowing he was stroking himself to the sight of me, was making me crazy.
“Fuck, Katya,” Drago groaned. “When I get home, I am going to fuck you for hours.”
All the inhibitions evaporated. His words made me feel powerful and sexy and uninhibited. I heard the wet slap of his fist on his cock and his stuttered breathing, and that sound, coupled with the steady effect of the vibrator, had my pussy spasming.
“Oh my god, Drago, please, I’m going to come,” I moaned, not sure why I was begging him.
“Fuck, yes, Katya. Fuck yourself and make yourself come for me. Now!” he raised his voice as he issued his urgent directive.
A lightning bolt of ecstasy shot through me, and my hips jumped off the bed as pleasure began to course through me in tidal waves. In the distance, I heard his grunt of satisfaction, but I was too lost in my own pleasure to even look up from the pillow. My body felt like lead, as the effects of my climax slowly diminished.
“Fuck, Katya, look at you,” Drago said, his voice husky and relaxed.
I lifted my head, which felt like it was filled with cement and snapped my legs together. “I can’t believe I did that,” I said, my cheeks burning. “But I can’t say I’m sorry I did.”
Drago chuckled as I heard the sounds of him zipping up his pants in the background. “You are having a terrible effect on my work ethic, Katya,” he said lightly, though there was a thread of honesty in what he was saying.
“That bothers you, doesn’t it?” I said, reaching for my t-shirt.
Drago’s face became impassive, and he shrugged. This was not territory on which he wanted to tread. “It is what it is,” he replied simply. “I really must go now. Go to sleep. I will see you tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I said, feeling strangely bereft.
Drago seemed to read my mood. “Sleep, kotyonok. Dream of me,” he commanded softly.
I nodded, and he ended the call.
I dreamt of Drago.
Chapter 33
Drago
I walked into the apartment past four in the morning, scrubbing my tired face, my shoulders slumped with exhaustion. Jerking off to Katya had definitely been the highlight of my evening because Alfonsi didn’t offer us shit. I wanted to believe he was holding out on us so I could take out my rage and frustration on his whining, pathetic face, but if he’d known anything, he would have flipped. He was too weak not to.
I imagined Yuri was well aware of that particular character flaw in Alfonsi Jr. and only gave him information on a need to know basis. However, Alfonsi did give up something useful amid all his sniveling. He mentioned I had more enemies than I realized. I knew it was true because he’d mentioned it in the course of some electrical torture and blurted it out, as though the electrical current had knocked the information loose.
I asked what he’d meant, and he said Yuri had more people working on his behalf than we realized but claimed he didn’t know any names, even after we leaned on him heavily—Maxim and I can be a pretty convincing duo. Unfortunately, after practically taking him apart, he didn’t have anything more.
I walked into the bedroom, quickly removing my soiled clothes. Torture could be hard on the wardrobe. When I was naked, I shot a quick look at the bed and saw Katya sleeping peacefully, her hand flung out and resting on my pillow.
Seeing her red-gold hair spread across the white sheets, and the sexy curves of her body outlined under the blanket had my cock surging to life. I was half tempted to wake her and give her the fucking I’d promised earlier that night, but exhaustion was starting to feel like a lead blanket around my shoulder.
Instead, I walked into the bathroom to take a quick shower, ignoring my half-hard cock. As I brushed my teeth, I stared at my reflection and wondered what the fuck this girl even saw in me. All I saw when I looked in the mirror were hard, ruthless eyes, a grim, unsmiling mouth, and a thin, pearlescent scar slashing down the left side of my face—one notable imperfection among many that were a testament to the world I had chosen to inhabit. The world I fought to rule.
I moved to the chair and sat, uncertain why I didn’t just slide in bed beside her. I was starting to view her as some unstable chemical—a powerful but potentially dangerous element sent to blow up my carefully controlled world.
I’d always known we would end up here, but I had no idea how it would feel. Amazing and uncomfortable, euphoric and nerve-wracking. All of it. It was strange and exhausting to worry about the well-being of another more than you ever worried about yourself. But I regretted none of it. How could I when I had that face looking at me with adoration and acceptance, that pussy hot and wet for me? Me, a fucking low life criminal. It defied reason, but I was never letting her go. I didn’t think I could, even if she begged me.
I finally climbed into bed and pulled Katya to me, breathing in her clean, light scent. My chest tightened when she instinctively turned to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. She was wearing one of my t-shirts again, though I knew for a fact she had pajamas.
An unfamiliar grin tugged at my lips, and my hands skated down her back, under the t-shirt to her soft skin. She’d looked so fucking sexy tonight, following directions, fucking herself with that vibrator, but, Christ, did she fuck up my focus.
I needed to meet up with Alfonsi’s father again. That was the only fucking reason Antonio was still alive—I needed to learn anything I could about Yuri’s plan. My arms tightened around Katya, and she grunted in response.
I looked down at her beautiful face, her body soft as she clung to me, and again it took everything not to wake her up, pull her legs apart and fuck her until she woke up screaming my name. Instead, I simply gazed at her. I hoped she never caught me doing this—I was sure it was creepy—but there was something about watching her, seeing the steady rise and fall of her breathing, calmed me. With that feeling of calm and utter exhaustion, I finally fell asleep.
*****
I awoke to the feel of soft kisses against my jaw. I batted away the sensation, but that was greeted with a soft giggle. Katya. I groaned and pulled her soft body into mine tightly enough that she squeaked in protest. I couldn’t get close enough to her—I never could.
“You feeling okay after what we talked about last night? About your father?” I asked, pressing my face into Katya’s neck.
I felt her nod. “Yes, I’m okay now. Again, I wasn’t really upset about it. I just needed to digest it.”
I grunted, wanting to slide back into sleep
“What time did you get home last night?” she asked, her body turning to face me, her leg curling around my hip. She was asking for trouble, and my cock gave a very interested twitch. “Are you going to open your eyes?” she asked, laughter in her voice.
“I got in late. Probably after four.” My eyes felt gritty as I blinked them open and stared at her beautiful, bleary features.
“Jesus, Drago, you look exhausted.”
“What time is it?”
She shot me a guilty look. “Eight-thirty.”
I blew out an annoyed sigh and flopped back on the pillow.
“I’m sorry, honestly. I didn’t know you got in so late. I would never have woken you up if I had known,” she said apologetically. “How can I make it up to you?” she asked in a considerably more seductive tone, planting kisses on my jaw and neck as she slid her hand down my body. My half-awake cock jumped to full readiness as she ran her soft hand up and down my hot, hard flesh.
I pulled the sheet away, wanting to make sure my view was unobstructed. I watched her small hand dancing around my dick for a few moments, then slid my hand behind her neck, giving it a soft squeeze. I swatted her hand out of the way and gripped my now throbbing erection, holding it upright for her.
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bsp; Her eyes widened. “It looks so big,” she whispered in such innocent wonder, I almost started shooting ropes of hot come. I looked down and saw I was already leaking. She noticed too as she leaned down and started using her little pink tongue to scoop up drops of my come.
“You look like a real kitty licking the head of my cock like that, kotyonok,” I rasped, my dick pounding as I watched her tongue dart around and dig in the slit at the tip of my dick as if she couldn’t get enough.
“Look at me,” I rasped. Her golden-green eyes looked back up at me from between my legs, somehow looking innocent with a mouthful of my cock. Need and desire thundered through me—fuck, she was so sexy.
She spent so much time tonguing the head of my cock, I almost thrust my hips up to give my the rest of my dick the much-needed friction of her wet mouth.
Finally, fucking finally, she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and slowly sank her mouth down, using the flat of her tongue on the underside of my head. I tangled my hands in her hair, guiding her up and down on my slowly thrusting dick, watching it sink deeper and deeper into the cavern of her mouth—controlling her like this got me the fuck off.
A part of me was worried I was too rough, but that soon went out the window when she started moaning, her hands reaching down to rub and tug my tightening balls. The vibrations sent shocks pleasure down my shaft, causing my hips to snap at a much faster cadence against her soft mouth and wet tongue.
All too soon, I was tightening my hand in her hair, ready to blow. “Fuck, Katya, I’m going to come so hard down your throat,” I gritted out, slamming my hips up as jet after jet of come unloaded in her mouth. Katya finally pulled away from my softening cock, giving it a soft kiss on the tip that had me wincing with sensitivity.
I pulled her up and squeezed her. “You are so fucking hot, holy shit,” I gasped. “Are you okay?” I asked, pulling her head back to see her face. I was not easy on her.
Instead of looking shell-shocked like I feared, I was surprised and relieved to see a look of heated satisfaction on her face. That mouth, now swollen with the pounding I just gave it, was lifted in a sensual grin. In her eyes, I found unquenched desire.
“Are you turned on now, little kitty?” I whispered, kissing my way to her earlobe and biting softly.
“Oh, god, yes,” she panted, her hands sliding around my waist, trying to pull me on top of her.
“Did sucking my cock get your pussy wet?” I asked, biting the side of her throat, sucking enough to leave a bruise. I couldn’t get enough of seeing my marks on her body.
She groaned, scratching my back. “Yes, yes, please.”
I pulled back, grabbing her by the chin. “Well, you’re going to have to wait. I’m teaching you self-defense today, and maybe, if you’re an extra good student, I might give you a reward.”
It took a moment for my words to penetrate the fog of desire hanging around her, but when they did, I was delighted by the fire that leapt into her eyes. “Wait—what?”
I gave her a hard kiss on the mouth, still swollen from sucking my cock. That was a fucking turn-on, too, and I was half-tempted to push her back in the sheets and give her what she wanted. Before I could act, I felt the soft thud of the pillow hitting the side of my head.
“You son of a bitch!” she shouted, jumping to her knees, pulling the pillow back to hit me again.
I laughed. “If the first thing you use to attack someone is a pillow, then you definitely need this self-defense training.”
She rolled her, then pouted and frowned. “I don’t want to wait.”
I smirked. “Katya, trust me. The wait will be worth it.”
She cocked her head as if considering my words and lowered her pillow. I smiled and turned to get out of bed, satisfied that she had seen the wisdom of my decision. I was feeling that satisfaction until I stood up and felt the two whacks of the pillow against my shoulder and the back of my head.
I turned around and watched Katya flounce out of the room, the pale cheeks of her ass exposed as she marched out the door.
Fuck, now I didn’t want to wait.
Chapter 34
Katya
I walked out of the bedroom in a bit of huff. I grabbed a banana because I had to do something before going back in. My body still pulsed like an idling race car, my thighs clenching as I attempted to pull myself together.
I walked over to the windows and stared down at the lakefront, letting the flow of the water lower my heart rate. I threw my banana peel away and returned to our bedroom to find Drago getting out of the shower.
I took a moment to admire his body, lingering on the matryoshka tattoo. It filled something inside of me every time I saw it. This hard, insular man needed to have an artifact on his body that connected him to me. It almost made me lose my aggravation over him denying me this morning. Almost.
He grabbed a towel and started to dry himself off. Watching his large, rough hands slide the towel down his hard body, roped with muscle and glistening with water, was doing nothing to cool my libido.
I reached over and grabbed my toothbrush, eager to distract myself from his naked glory. He looked at me in the mirror as I loaded my brush with toothpaste, and I gave in to the childish instinct to give him a scowl and stick my tongue out.
A hard swat on my bottom that had me yelping and whirling around to confront him, toothbrush still clutched in my hand.
“What the hell? Did you just spank me?”
His eyes sparkled with lust and humor. “Yes.”
“Why?”
His hands crept down, rubbing the heated flesh he had just punished. His mouth moved to hover over my ear. “Today, we are going to discuss punishment as well, and I wanted to give you a sense of what’s coming,” he whispered huskily in my ear, his tongue reaching to suck at my ear lobe, then the sensitive skin of my neck. His hand was still rubbing my stinging buttock, but for some reason, the pain didn’t matter anymore.
My hand slid into his hair, holding his lips to my throat, but he pulled back and kissed me on the forehead.
“Finish in here, get dressed, and meet me in the living room.”
“What?” I asked in confusion. “Aren’t we going back to bed?”
Was I whining? I was definitely pleading.
He gave me a mischievous grin. “Eventually.”
*****
After blazing through my morning routine and taking the fastest shower of my life, I threw on some clothes and met Drago in the living room. Now, if we’d been doing strictly self-defense this morning, I probably would have worn yoga pants, a work-out bra and a t-shirt with my hair in a ponytail. However, considering the mood Drago struck in the bathroom, I was wearing a green, cotton, thigh-length tank dress with nothing underneath. I decided to still put my hair up in a damp ponytail.
Drago, who was wearing track pants and a tank top, broke out into a grin when he saw my outfit.
“That’s what you’re wearing to work out?”
I shrugged. “It allows me free range of movement,” I said innocently.
He snorted and shook his head but didn’t insist I change.
“Okay, Katya, I’m going to go over a series of self-defense moves with you in case you are ever attacked. I fucking pray you don’t ever have to use any of them, but considering the circumstances, I can’t let you walk around without knowing some of the basics.”
I nodded my head, eager to learn. “I learned some stuff from Ivan when I was younger, but to be honest, I’ve forgotten most of it except try to attack the eyes and groin.”
Drago nodded his head. “Yes, exactly. Those are very vulnerable areas on a person’s body. Your goal is to incapacitate them in whatever way you can, so anywhere on the face you can poke—eyes, ears, nose, even mouth, though you have to watch out for teeth, are good.” He ran a finger over each of my corresponding body parts as he named them, showing me how to attack them if need be.
“Also, the throat,” he continued, stroking my neck with his fingertips,
causing all of my nerve endings to ignite. I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me on purpose. His expression wasn’t remotely seductive as he explained how to attack the throat area. I swallowed hard against his caressing fingertips, finding it hard to focus on his words when his fingers were lightly stroking my skin.
“There are a lot of vulnerable areas around the neck, but you want to focus on the front of the throat.”
His light touch had me clenching my thighs, a light pant escaping my lips. As if a flip switched, he seemed to realize I was getting turned on. Or was still turned on, it was hard to tell. He ran a finger across my flushed skin, his stern expression softening slightly, his eyes briefly heating.
“The groin,” he said, his voice gravelly as his hand slide down the front of my body and over my dress, rubbing the soft fabric covering the corresponding area. My breath stuttering in resurgent lust. “This area is very sensitive,” he murmured. “If you hit here, it can be incapacitating.” His mouth was hovering above mine as fingers drifted down the front of my body, rubbing lightly against the sensitive skin at my groin. My hand, as if it had a mind of its own, slid down to cover his hand and push it harder against my rapidly overheating sex.
My movement appeared to have pulled him out of a trance, as he pulled his hand away and stepped back and crossed his arms, giving me a stern look. “You’re dangerous without knowing a goddamned thing about self-defense,” he grumbled.
I flushed with pleasure. “Thank you.”
Drago rolled his eyes but went back to being all business. “The last spot, if you have access, is the knees. There isn’t a lot of structural integrity to the knee joint, especially if you put a lateral kick to it.”
I nodded my head, still trying to calm my body down and focus on what he was saying.
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