Page 55 of Unholy Tsar

Maksim breaks the kiss with a curse and shifts his weight on top of me so he can notch his cock against my entrance.

“You have me.”

He draws his hip back and surges into me.

“God, you are so wet, Malyshka.”

I moan, clawing at his back as I hold him.

“Tell me I’m the only one who makes you feel this way,” he demands, his pace quickening.

“You are. You are,” I babble. “I’m yours.”

He groans and buries his head in the hollow between my breasts, right on top of my racing heart. My fingers sink into his hair, and I hold on for dear life as he thrusts into me, over and over.

My vision blurs and more delirious words slip from my mouth. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. Don't stop.”

He removes his hand from my clit, and before I can let out a frustrated scream, he brings it back down hard. My body jostles up on the bed, my toes curling into the sheets as he slaps my little bundle of nerves, perfectly timed with his thrusts.

And then it happens. My eyes roll back in my head. I shatter.

With a whimpering scream, I start to cum all over his cock.

“That’s it, baby girl. Fucking clench. Give it to me. Strangle my cock, milk the cum out of me, ugh—” I feel his cock swell even bigger inside of me. Then his entire body shudders and he explodes.

“Fuck!”

With one final groan, he sinks into my body, pressing a soft kiss below my neck before turning his head on my chest. I nestle into his arms, and he squeezes hard, his cock still throbbing inside of me. I love it.

As we slowly catch our breaths, my fingers mindlessly trace the scars on his skin. But to my disappointment, he stiffens under my touch before he pulls away to collapse next to me on the bed.

“That’s a burn mark, isn’t it?” I ask, turning to face him.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he mutters.

Before I can press him further, his phone starts ringing on the nightstand. He immediately silences it.

“Who was it?”

“Dante,” he says. “We found a den of drug dealers targeting kids earlier. That’s why I had to leave after our lesson this afternoon.”

He explains how they had taken care of a similar organization a few days ago. “But they keep popping up like rats.” His phone starts ringing again, but he ignores it and sends a text instead.

“Sounds like you need to go,” I say, my voice heavy with resignation, knowing he can’t ignore his duties forever.

“I don’t need to be anywhere but here with you.”

My cheeks warm, and I shimmy closer to him, snuggling into his chest with a contented sigh. He wraps me in his arms, and I let myself feel safe.

It might be the first time I’ve really felt safe in years.

The feeling is so comforting that I quickly drift off to sleep.

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MAKSIM

I watch Cecilia sleeping peacefully, reluctant to leave her side. She’s so beautiful, I never want to take my eyes off her.