I lost track of time, and all the reasons I shouldn’t do this with Kon when I hadn’t done this with Rocco. With Rocco every encounter was rushed, like my dad could walk in any second and put a bullet through his head. He probably would have…
Kon lifted his mouth. “Open your eyes, and I’ll let you come. I don’t want you thinking about anyone except me.”
When his fire and ice blue eyes connected with mine, he shoved two fingers deep inside of me, curling and twisting like he knew my body better than me. He probably did. It was like he’d stolen the map to me and memorized every detail.
Shamelessly, I pushed myself against his mouth and his fingers, and he chuckled, the sound vibrating against my core and heightening my pleasure. My head whipped back and I dug my heels into his back so hard I was sure it stung, but he kept going. Licking, sucking, twisting, pumping, and there it was. An orgasm punctuated by a loud cry tore from my lungs. My limbs trembled.
Kon kept going, wringing every last ripple of pleasure from my soul. Limp with bone-deep pleasure, my body sank into the mattress, my hands still bound above my head. He slipped his tie from my wrists and draped it over my headboard.
“Did I change your mind?”
“Huh?” I mumbled, curling in a ball on my side, my eyes heavy and my mind blessedly blank. The bed shifted and Kon’s weight lifted.
“Sleep, solnyshka,” he murmured and his lips drifted like rose petals across my forehead. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“What about the engagement party at Dominick’s?”
“Find a way out of it.” His words were a cutting demand, all trace of his honeyed whispers gone. “I’ll get Alix to back off too.”
Seconds later, I heard the balcony door close, and not too long after that, I fell asleep.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Konstantin
“What’s the verdict?”
I spotted my father at the edge of the sidewalk, his face stern and his feet shoulder width apart. “Verdict?”
“I know you went to see Carmela two nights ago. You need to do a better job of keeping me informed.”
I erased any hint from emotion from my face. My father clearly had arranged to have me followed. That was the only explanation for his statement, and he wanted me to know it. Sure, he could have a tracking device on my car or phone, except I’d parked a few blocks away and distinctly remember turning off my phone. The news pissed me the fuck off. I wouldn’t let him know it, though. He liked to get under people’s skin, and I’d be damned if I let him know he was dangerously close to getting under mine.
The last time I let him live rent free in my head was when Laney went off the rails. I’d met Laney the first summer I spent in New York with my dad’s family. She was literally the girl next door. Laney made the time away from the rest of my family and Nebraska bearable. In fact, she was the reason I moved to New York after high school to help my dad with his fucked up criminal enterprises.
“I told you I’d take care of this and I will.”
A grin slashed his leathered face. “So you told me. I’m not sure I can trust you. You haven’t been the same since the bullshit that went down with Laney.”
Desperate to keep any trace of frustration off my face and out of my voice, I smirked instead. I didn’t want to think about the bullshit with Laney. I trusted her, and she betrayed me first by getting hooked on drugs and then by getting pregnant.
Although she tried to pass the baby off as mine, I knew better. She’d been so far down the rabbit hole of addiction at that point that we hadn’t had sex for nearly three months. While we still lived together, I’d moved her into the guest bedroom and acted more like a nursemaid than a boyfriend, holding her hand through withdrawals, trips to the hospital, and two attempted check-ins to rehab.
Sadly, I would have put up with her drug addiction, but I couldn’t put up with her disloyalty. To this day, I had no clue who the father was. As far as I could tell, she didn’t know either. Poor kid. Laney cleaned up during her pregnancy. Her redemption didn’t last, though. In all likelihood, I’d get a call in the not too distant future informing me she was found dead with a needle in her arm. Heroin was her drug of choice.
“I don’t give a shit about Laney. I haven’t thought about her in over a year.”
“Speaking of Laney, she’s living at her mom’s house with that bastard of hers. Cute kid.”
“Great. Glad to hear it.”
“The boy doesn’t look much like her, though. In case you had any lingering doubts, the kid’s definitely not yours either. It’s unusual for two blond-haired, blue-eyed parents to have a brown-eyed son.”