Page 25 of Deadly Sins

15Ksenya

THE ENTIRE DRIVE BACK TO his apartment, I bit my nails and fidgeted in my seat. There was no going back now. The natural progression of our relationship beckoned for us to become intimate. I wanted him to act out all the fantasies I’d ever had about him. Only the thought of him discovering my identity held me back.

Images rushed through my head of our tame sex life. Warm, gentle, loving, definitely not hot. He’d been my first, my only. I’d never allowed myself to relax, exhale, let pleasure guide me.

Tonight would be different. I was no longer a shy eighteen-year-old virgin—I was now a twenty-two-year-old woman who feared nothing but failing her brother.

He parked, and I hopped out of his truck, chasing after him in the moonlight. He went ahead, opened the door to his apartment, let Hero out in the small yard, and then invited me in. I remembered the first time he took me back to his place. He’d been so nervous, shy even. We’d sat on the sofa, just talking all night until he’d finally worked up the courage to kiss me.

He wasn’t shy anymore. His strong hand grabbed the back of my head, pulling me toward his mouth. I offered my neck, refusing my lips. I had something else planned for them.

My hand reached to unbutton his jeans, making its way down his chest. I knelt before him, and a deep breath escaped me. I’d never done what I was about to do. Grant had never asked, though I could recall many times when he’d placed his hand on the back of my neck, gently urging me to go south. I hadn’t.

Not that I hadn’t loved him, not that I didn’t think he was beautiful, not that I wasn’t curious. I couldn’t even explain my resistance. It had been just as much about fear as shyness. Despite his desire, I’d been afraid I’d disappoint him. I was frightened that the fantasy of me taking him in my mouth would be better than the real thing.

I popped his jeans open, his huge cock freed, standing at full attention. He still never wore underwear, it seemed. That at least hadn’t changed. My hand grasped his beautiful cock, harder, thicker, and longer than I remembered, but then again, I’d never seen it from this viewpoint.

“Suck me.”

I obeyed, responding to his orders. But despite his words, his dominance, I was in control. I wrapped my palm around the base and swirled my tongue along his length.

He groaned, his eyes hooded.

“Harder, babe.”

My mouth clamped down on his cock, sucking as strongly as I could. He tasted spicy and a tad sweet—like chili and chocolate. I wanted to drink him up, please him, make him need me again.

A moan left his lips, his back arched. “Deeper, Ksenya. Fuck.”

He didn’t know I was Mia. I was Ksenya to him. It almost made me cry, knowing he wasn’t in any way thinking of me. He was simply using yet another woman to give him pleasure. My heart ached.

Despite that, I also felt a measure of pride. He liked what I was doing. My confidence rose. The power over him caused a flutter in my stomach. My panties were soaked, wanting more, wanting to feel this same strong cock inside me, filling up any space between us.

He was pulsing inside my mouth. I gripped his thighs, pulling him deeper into my throat.

His hand pressed on the back of my head. “Ksenya, stop, I—”

I had no intention of stopping. He was mine. My man. Forever. I wanted to be the only woman to make him feel this way.

He exploded into my mouth, and I lapped up his salty cum, wanting to taste every last drop of him. A lazy grin spread across his face.

“You’re incredible.” He pulled me up from the floor, placed his arms around the swell of my back. “Your turn.”

No. No way. I needed to remain in control. I’d won the first round, no reason to give in now. I fought the desire to feel his tongue devour me like I was his last meal. “Tonight, it was for you.”

He didn’t fight me, gave me a kiss on the forehead. “Stay with me?”

I nodded, wrapped myself in his arms. This was the only way I could spend time with him, so I would treasure it and lock it away.