Keep(Romanian Mob Chronicles 1)(20)

Some of the pleasure dampened as she watched me, and I could see the rising worry in her eyes, the trepidation about my response. I would see it replaced.

I kneeled beside her, my cock so hard it almost hurt, and without pause, I put my hand between her knees, moved up the smoothness of her thigh, drawing ever closer to the heat at her center. When I reached it, I put one finger between her lips, lifting one corner of my mouth at her sharp exhale, and then traced it up her slit, the need to bury myself in the warm heat I found there making my movements shaky.

When I reached her protruding clit, I stopped, caught her gaze with mine, happy her eyes had gone heavy-lidded with passion. Then I raised my hand to my lips, Fawn’s sweet scent hitting my nose and then her even sweeter taste exploding across my tongue when I licked my wet finger. Then I pushed her legs wide, crawled between them, moving up her body until we were face-to-face, cock to pussy.

One hand on either side of her head, I kissed her, my dick resting right at the edge of her entrance. And then, mouth covering hers, I pressed inside her warm wetness, her tightness giving in to take me.

She breathed out, and I captured her exhale, returned one of my own, the feeling of her cunt stretching to accommodate me making my hands clench into tight fists, my body tense as I held back, trying to restrain myself.

But when Fawn broke the kiss, met my eyes, and then lifted her hips and pulled me deeper, that restraint snapped. In one thrust, I brought us together, her breath coming out in a rush, mine doing the same with our pelvic bones crashing together. And then, without pausing, I grasped her shoulders and moved, pulling out and then pounding in, Fawn’s hands on my arms, my back, my ass, driving me harder, faster until my body was slick with sweat, my chest heaving with my breaths.

Her gaze never strayed from mine, not even when I reached between our bodies and circled her clit, pinched and teased it until she clamped down and cried out her pleasure. She didn’t stray as she rode her climax, after as I continued to pound into her, or even after when, unable to hold back, I spilled my seed inside her.





Twelve





Fawn



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Vasile sat across the table from me, his expression almost serene but more detached than it had been less than an hour before when he’d again taken me to heights of pleasure I hadn’t dreamed of. But though he was still mysterious, I saw a softness in his face I hadn’t seen before.

“Natasha is coming today.”

I brightened, excited at the prospect of seeing her again. “Great. Any reason?”

“She’s bringing you a dress for tonight,” he said.

“What’s happening tonight?” I asked, frowning. He hadn’t mentioned anything, and save a few trips to the grocery store, usually accompanied by Oleg, I hadn’t gone out. And as strange as it may have been, I didn’t welcome the prospect of changing things. I liked being in this little cocoon, me and Vasile and the passion between us, and while I knew it couldn’t last, I didn’t welcome the outside world’s intrusion.

“We’re going to dinner. I’ll be back later to pick you up.”

He was gone before I could think of a response and a few minutes later, Natasha burst into the room carrying two heavy garment bags.

“I brought these for you,” she said, toddling over to me on her heels, face set into an almost gleeful smile. “I wasn’t sure what would fit, so I got a couple things. We’ll find something,” she said.

I tilted my head in confusion. “Do you know what this is about?” I asked.

“Vasile said dinner, so I imagine it’s business.” She glanced at me, her expression turning down. “You’ve done this sort of thing before, yes?”

I nodded, swallowing down the disappointment that rose in my throat. After my initial reluctance, I’d begun to hope this mysterious “dinner” was something else, maybe a sign he cared for me, wanted to take me out. So stupid.

“Yes, I have,” I finally said, memories of David, the countless evenings I’d spent playing the perfect hostess, the punishment for any mistake, racing through my mind.

“So you know what to do.” She shrugged. “Just sit there and laugh when you should, don’t offend anyone. It won’t be hard.”

Maybe not for her, but it was always hard for me. Always.

“Who went with him before?” I asked.

“Me, but it seems I’ve been replaced,” she said, looking away as she unzipped the garment bag and then pulled out one dress. She eyed the garment. “Too much skin. We’ll go with the other one.”

“Natasha, I don’t—”

“He’s doing you a great honor, you know,” she said, looking at me sympathetically.