“I don’t want to,” she whispered, kissing my neck, my jaw. “Will you put it inside me?”
“You’re not well, you just got out of the clinic-”
“This will make me feel better, I promise,” she insists, moving her hips, pressing against me.
Damn her, she’s irresistible even though I’m cursing myself for giving in to her. “You let me do the work, then.”
The warm water around us slicks along her pale skin, making it glow in the dim light of the room as I slide my hands along her ass, squeezing as I lift her, bringing her breasts to my mouth as I suck on her pretty, rosy nipples.
Tatiana wraps her arms around my neck, “I’ve missed this so much,” she sighs, pressing harder against me. Moving my fingers to check her, I feel her slick, thicker than the water and making it so easy to slide the head of my cock into her. My piercing pushes against her silky walls and she moans. I want to remember every second of this, I want to go slow, moving an inch at a time, even when her hips move invitingly, trying to draw me in. “Don’t try to rush,” I said, kissing her wet skin, “it will be so much better if you can hang on.”
Dio, she’s even tighter, more snug than I remember, squeezing my dick, holding it inside her. It takes forever to get all the way inside her, my balls pressing up against her, and every second is better than the last. The thought that I almost lost this feeling, that I almost lost her makes me groan, wrapping my arms around her.
“Moya dorogaya, moya lyubov', my sweetheart, my love,” she moans, “please move, I need you to.”
Angling my hips up, I can tell when my piercing rubs against her G spot as she gasps and moans louder, pushing down against me. “I’m not going to move, you’re going to come just like this,” I promise her, kissing her and slipping my tongue inside her mouth to play with hers. “Squeeze against me.” She does, and my head drops to her shoulder with a groan, trying not to come. “Again,” I order moving my hand off her ass and between us, circling her clit with my thumb.
“Your piercing is… Bozhe moy, it feels so good,” she moans.
I hold her hips steady, keeping the head of my cock inside her right where it is. “Good girl, you’re doing so well for me,” I tell her, “just like that. Make yourself come.”
Everything narrows down to this moment, being inside her again, the warmth of the water, the incredible heat of her pussy, and her moans and gasps in my ear. She’s happy here. She belongs here, with me.
“There you are,” I whisper, gently biting her neck, “I can feel you ripple against me. You’re ready to come, aren’t you baby? Squeeze one last time and you’ll come harder than you ever have.” My thumb rotates over her clit very slowly, and then I press down firmly as she comes, crying out, shaking, holding me tightly like she might fly away, and I feel my come squeezed out of me and my heart skips a beat, it’s so intense.
We stay like this, holding each other and shaking a bit, and then I let out the cooling water to fill the tub with hot water again, carefully washing her. I keep my cock still inside her until I reluctantly, carefully lift her off me and wash between her legs. She’s so relaxed, and I laugh as I help her out of the tub and carry her to bed, helping her put on one of my t-shirts and some underwear.
“Here, you need to take your meds, and then you can sleep,” I hold the glass of water for her, watching her drink before sliding in behind her, pulling up the blankets.
“You take such good care of me,” she mumbles drowsily, “I love you.”
“I love you,” I kiss the top of her head, “and I’ll always take care of you.”
Listening to her soft breathing, I think about how strange it is. I’ve never taken care of anyone but myself. I want to take care of Tatiana for the rest of my life.
Tatiana…
When I open my eyes, the gray light of dawn is peeking between the dark blue curtains in Lucca’s bedroom. His long body is pressed against my back, my butt cradled firmly against his pelvis and his cock lies between us, still thick and heavy.
Aleksandr.
I groan silently. This goes against every rule, every standard I was raised by. But I know he doesn’t want this any more than I do.
Sliding carefully out of bed, I freeze for a moment as his fingers flex against my hip.
“Where are you going?” he mumbles.
“Bathroom,” I whisper, “go back to sleep.”
I know he’s exhausted too, he’s been caring for me non-stop while keeping up with his classes.
Taking my phone into the bathroom, I lean against the counter and text Aleks.
Hey, I’m out of the clinic. Can we talk today? It’s important.
He replies immediately. Yes. I’m out running. Are you well enough to meet me?
The bench by the greenhouse, I text back. Give me fifteen minutes.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
In which it is time to face the music.
Tatiana…
Aleks is pacing by the bench by the time I manage to dress and sneak out of Lucca’s room. I hate how slow I am, how long it takes to do anything, and I must look terrible because he looks alarmed when he sees me.
“Der'mo! Shit, look at you.” He pulls off his grey sweatshirt and puts it on the stone bench before helping me sit on it.
“I’m not an invalid,” I grumble.
“You look like one.”
“Thank you for your refreshing honesty, Aleks,” I sigh.
“Sorry.” He sits next to me, giving me plenty of room. “Seriously, how do you feel?”
“Better, thanks. I’m being treated like I’m breakable, Lucca won’t let me-” I shut up, pressing my lips together.
“It’s okay,” he says gently. “He saved your life. I don’t deserve to be your fiancé.”
“You didn’t know,” I said, patting his arm. “None of this is your fault. We need to talk about it, though.”
“I know,” he said, leaning back with a groan. “This is fucked up. My father’s marriage to my mother was arranged, and he was the one to broker the alliance. He’s never shown any interest in doing this to me, and suddenly we’re engaged and he’s looking at you like he wants to-” He was kind enough to stop before I gagged.
“Yeah, I noticed that,” I said. “Your father is a creep. No offense.”
“None taken,” he sighed. “My father is a pig. He’s vicious, and a bully. There’s something here that I’m missing. He hates your family.”
A ball of ice forms in my gut. “He does?”
“He always used to rant about your father, how he didn’t deserve his success. Getting an alliance with the Aslanov Bratva is good, but…” Aleks shakes his head. “The way he looked at you in the clinic, as if he was making sure his asset was intact.”
“I've been brainstorming with Mariya, trying to think of something that your father would accept to maintain the alliance without the two of us having to go through with this,” I said.
He shakes his head glumly. “I suspect he would enjoy ruining your family over the broken engagement even more than having access through our union.”
“Aleks…” I said slowly, “Do you think your father is part of this attack against my family?”
He looked out over the ocean. The water’s gray today and the waves are thrashing against the rocks. He’s very handsome in his way, but the grief twisting his features makes him look ten years older.
“Yes. I do.”
We sit for a moment, watching the turmoil of the ocean. Finally, he stands up. “There are people in his organization that are sympathetic to me. I think I can get some answers with promises for more power for them in the future and some cash.”