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Elena stiffened until he licked her nipples. She kept her back rigid until the point he started to suck on them. A moan filled the room and he knew she was a goner. Her nipples were extremely sensitive and immediately got her going. He remembered well how he spent hours licking and touching them. They had spent months just making out on his couch. He would restrain himself from diving deep inside her tight sheath, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play with her breasts. They spilled over his hand as he grabbed one to dot it with kisses.
Her breath quickened. She yelped when he bit a nipple, but didn’t try to kick him off her. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to get up. He liked to think of himself as stronger than that, but he wasn’t even sure if he was physically capable of letting her go.
Her scent surrounded him, reminding him of the old days. Elena could get off on just nipple play. While he took the other one in his mouth, a hand went down the small curve of her belly, to her zipper. Another tug and he pulled her jeans down until he exposed her slit. His middle finger found her wet, hot pussy that nearly burned his finger.
Did she even know she was thrusting up against his hand? That she had spread her legs even further and crossed her ankles behind his back? Could she feel the maddening heat that engulfed him? A song of fire and ice that sang to his heart, chipping away at the chill?
Maybe, just maybe, he could have it all. Just for one moment he could pretend they had never been separated. They were lying on the couch in his dingy apartment, making out, caught in a frenzy that had him ripping away her panties. He slid himself to the hilt inside her.
“Oh, God…”
Her back nearly pushed off the bed as he started pounding into her. The slaps of his thighs against hers filled the night. Her hands went to his head to pull him closer. Her lips scorched his in a clash of lust and the battle of their power of wills. She dug her fingers deep into his shoulders, and thinking of the marks she was leaving with her fingers was his undoing.
There was no past, there was no future. There was only the here and now. All he wanted was to love on her body, making it melt underneath him. He wanted to forget this could be his last night on Earth. He didn’t want to think about how he might never have the chance to get to know his daughter.
With a groan, he pumped into Elena’s tight sheath. Over and over again he hit her spot until she cried out. Only when she got off, did he follow her, emptying himself inside her.
And part of him, the sick and twisted part, prayed that—once again—he’d left a piece of himself inside her.
CHAPTER 16
ELENA
It had happened again. Elena leaned her head against the shower wall, closed her eyes, and berated herself. Twice now she’d had sex with Viking without using protection. You’d think she would have learned her lesson by now. Sadly, she hadn’t. How else could she explain the fact that all reason left her brain as soon as he touched her? Why else would she let him use her body over and over again, while she knew he hated her? Worse, she had joined him in the fray. Skin to skin, lips locked, nothing was sweeter. Nothing in this world made her feel more alive than when she was with her Viking.
Then again, it wasn’t that time of the month, so she should be safe. The same couldn’t be said about her heart. It still lay in pieces, shattered from the fact he’d only married her so he could exact his revenge on a whole new level. The wedding she had dreamed of would never happen, she’d known that. But giving up her dream of one day explaining to him, and them being together, had been shattered. There was no repairing that.
And how exactly did he think this would work? Did he honestly believe he could just expect her to obey him just because he coerced her into marrying him? She’d be damned, if she let him think he could still lock her up in some moldy dungeon and pretend she didn’t really exist until he decided to take her off the shelf to play with her.
She had things to do, places to visit, and a daughter to protect. Viking had shipped their daughter away somewhere to keep her safe. The real threat, however, was still out there. Pedro. Not only that but even if Viking managed to kill him, Vicky would still be in danger. The Morellis wouldn’t give up their assets. Lorenzo had been even more evil than she’d given him credit for. Not only did he hurt her by sticking it to Vicky, but he gave his family a big finger in his death.
Outside the window, something was going on. She spotted Kristoff Romanov by Viking’s side. Across from them was a line of men, among which Vasili. Even from the window above them she could feel the tension emanating from the two parties. There was a grave expression on Viking’s face, a determination she couldn’t quite figure out. He’d married her. Then he’d left her. With a kiss as if it was one before dying. That moment, that unexpected slice of heaven had been a heavy cocktail of desire and passion with a hint of rage.
He’s so mad at me all the time…
Elena put on some jeans and a sweater, then flung open the door, only to come face to face with Baran, again.
She sighed. “Must you always be around?”
“Sadly, I must.” He looked at his watch. “Luckily, not for too long. My replacement should arrive any second now.”
There was a hint of agitation underneath his usually jerky tone. Something was definitely up. What was Viking doing outside? Why were all those people gathered there? She was tired of having all these questions and no one bothering to answer them.
“What’s happening in the back yard?”
His lip curled in disdain. “My manyak brother is making a mistake, that’s what’s happening.”
“What do you—”
Footsteps announced another guest. Her heartbeat lifted in joy when she saw Sy. It had been ages she’d last seen Viking’s little brother. Though, judging by his ripped figure filling out cargo pants and a tight Henley, he was anything but little anymore. Nor did it feel the same coming face to face with him. His scowl said more than a thousand words in infinite languages.
A pulse jumped in Sy’s jaw. “Hello, Elena. I wish I could say it’s nice to see you again, but it ain’t. Wish I could shove you back underneath the rock you crawled out from under, but sadly that’s not an option anymore. For some stupid reason, my brother has decided to tie himself to you. I don’t care that you’re the mother of his child. No woman is worth the shit my brother’s putting up with. Thing is, Viking’s the kind of man who’d do anything for his family. For his daughter.”
Not for you, his eyes seemed to say.
That Sy, of all people, loathed her too was another blow to the chest. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. He had been such a sweet kid. Going to the movies with them, eating ice cream at the mall. In a way, he had been her little brother too.
A ding sounded, and Baran pulled out his phone. “Ah. And so it begins.” After those ominous words, he simply left.
