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It was too much, yet not enough.
The sting eased as he moved, only to drive back, bringing my hips to meet him.
“Ilias,” I whimpered.
My head lifted but his hand quickly brought it back to the wood as he pounded inside me. My body tensed from the position as I stood on my tiptoes to take all of him. Each time he drove inside me wasn’t gentle, it was erotic. Books fell from his force, scattering around the floor, and the sounds of our bodies meeting provoked a part of me that’d been deprived until I met him.
Now, I wanted it all.
His throat quipped sounds, and our bodies heated as he continued to own me with each pounding thrust. The hand that gripped my hip tightened while the other pulled my head upwards and brought me to his chest. He took two steps back with me trapped by his hands, falling backward onto the plush chair near. My pussy sank on him with the momentum, driving his dick deep inside.
My scream was loud, and the more he continued to fuck me without restraint, the closer I was to my next orgasm. Ilias’s hand snaked over my throat once my legs gave out.
I felt his need, smelt his sea breeze scent as it mixed with mine when he whispered in my ear, “Come, kroshka,”
Completely his, with my neck in the palm of his hand, adding to the pleasure, my body bowed on his lap. Giving him what’d asked, and what I’d so desperately craved to give him. Myself.
ILIAS
I’d left Davina in the tub to soak and relax her muscles. Before I'd left, I had stolen a kiss from her satisfied mouth. She tried pulling me back into the tub, and as much as I wanted to, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her. I would give her an hour before devouring her again.
Just the thought of having another taste had me hard as I picked up the mess we’d made. Every fucking book I placed back on the shelf was worth it.
I ran my hand over my face as a smile broke at the fresh memory.
A knock on the door had me readjusting my dick as I made my way toward the sound.
Viktor stood at the door, his eyes taking in my bare chest, the angry gash on my abdomen. My attention quickly shifted.
“Boris,” I cooed, like a fucking pussy.
Bo quickly met my hands, and my fingers were already scratching his head. His paw slapped my feet happily.
“Miss you too, asshole,” I replied after he whined.
“How’s the pain?” Viktor asked.
Confused, I met his gaze that were trained on my wound.
“What pain?” I replied, causing him to look displeased.
“Figures.” He scoffed. “Bo is all yours now. Lucca is aware he’s in the house. Watch out with Vino and Wex, never know when those two will be inside."
“I trained them, Vik. I can handle all three in the same room.”
“As long as it’s not me.” Viktor chuckled, and I joined. “One more thing,” he added, reaching behind him and pulling out a 40mm Glock. He released the full magazine, cocked the gun to assure the chamber was empty, and put it back together before holding it by the nose of the gun and handing it for me to take.
I couldn’t say I was surprised after today’s events. After all, I did point an issued police firearm while on personal leave, inside a known mafioso-ran shop, ready to be fired without a thought of consequences.
“If you do go back to the precinct after this is over, use yours. But while you are out with the famiglia… don’t you dare pull that out again,” Viktor warned. “Use this instead, and here’s an extra magazine.”
I took the magazine with my other hand. “You will never stop childing me, will you?” I joked.
“Last time I checked, I’m still the oldest,” he quipped. “Stay safe, brat. I’ll see you around, da?”
“Da, brat,” yeah, brother, I replied, knowing next time I would see him either this would be over, or…
We stood facing each other. Words weren’t necessary to know he would rather stay until I was safe than go back to his agency.
