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  Her eyes stayed glued to mine the whole time, her breaths coming in choppy pants. When she watched me suck away her juices from my fingers, she began to tremble as her need skyrocketed out of control.

  “You taste like the sweetest peach, full of delicious juice and the most tender flesh for me to feast on.”

  “Adrian.” My name came out as a gasp as she dug her nails into my shoulders, trying to steady herself. “I want you so much.”

  “I know, kotyonok.” I rubbed her again, circling her opening with the tip of my middle finger, teasing her passage and enticing more droplets to fall. I could smell nothing but her, and it was only making me hungrier. “Fuck, I want you, too. So much I ache.”

  As if it had a mind of its own, my dick flexed against her inner thigh, making her gasp and bite her bottom lip as her eyes shot flames of need at me.

  “I want to see you,” she said on a moan as I pushed my middle finger into her to the first knuckle. She sucked in a deep breath, trying to fight what I was making her feel, then reached for my belt. “Please, I have to see you.”

  I didn’t stop her as she unfastened my belt and undid the button on my slacks. Her fingers trembled as she pulled down the zipper. Then her soft hand was diving into my boxer briefs and carefully pulling my cock out so she could finally feast her eyes on it.

  The tip was pink and covered in the clear, stickiness of my pre-come. She gazed down at it, hot satin covering titanium, thick blue veins pulsing to the beat of my heart.

  She tried to wrap her fingers around it, but she couldn’t get them all the way around.

  As she stroked her graceful fingers upward, a groan was pulled from me. When her index finger reached the tip, she massaged the sticky pre-come into the head. Then she stroked downward before returning to the tip, squeezing more liquid from it.

  My balls tightened at her innocent exploration. Her wide-eyed wonder at how she could make my body physically weep for her was more of a turn on than if she had started jerking me off like a pro. I loved that I was the first man to do this with her. I would be the last man, too.

  “You’re so big,” she whispered in awe. “How will you fit inside me?”

  Those sweet, image-inducing words had my cock growing thicker.

  I traced my thumb up her labia then swirled it around her clit before pressing down on the little bud of nerves, making her moan my name but not release her hold on me.

  “Easily,” I promised her. “As wet as you are now, that is only the beginning. I will make you come over and over again. Make this little pussy gush with that delicious juice until you’re slick and ready for me.”

  I kissed her shoulder, then her neck. Her hair fell forward, curtaining around us, as if blocking us both from the reality of the outside world. “Then, I will go slow. Feed you a little bit at a time until you have taken every inch of me inside you.”

  “Ah …” she whimpered in pained delight when I pinched her clit, but it was a gentle pinch, and she arched her lower body against my hand, seeking more. “Do it again. Oh, God …”

  She fell forward, her forehead pressing against mine as her hips thrust against my hand, wanting everything I could give her. She tightened her fingers around my cock, stroking harder, faster.

  Fuck, that felt so damn good. My head fell back onto the couch.

  Victoria moaned, finding my neck and kissing down to my shoulder, where she sunk her teeth into my flesh, even through the material of my shirt, marking me.

  “Harder,” I urged as I stroked her clit and tried not to come in her hand then and there. “Sink your teeth deeper, kotyonok.”

  Her teeth sank deeper, but before they could draw blood, her body seemed to convulse against me. Her head snapped back, her hair flowing behind her as her face twisted with the pleasure of her orgasm.

  Her release had surprised us both. I had been so caught up in how good she was making me feel that I hadn’t realized she had been so close to the edge. Nevertheless, I wasn’t done with her. I wanted to make her come again. Wanted to wring every drop from her sweet pussy until she couldn’t remember anything except how good we were together.

  Victoria didn’t take long to get herself back under control, and she didn’t seem any more done than I was. She took my cock into both hands, stroking upward a few more times until my pre-come was flooding over the tip and down my shaft. She shifted on my lap until I felt the sweet, molten heat of her wet pussy brushing over my length.

  At that almost shy brush of her pussy against my cock, my brain switched off. Nothing mattered but making her come again, and this time, I was going with her.

  I grasped her naked ass and moved her so she was on her back. Then I shifted between her legs, pressing my shaft against her clit and rubbing my length up and down her center. More wetness flooded from her, spilling onto my cock and down onto the couch.

  She said something I was too far gone to understand, and it wasn’t until she said it again that I realized she wasn’t even speaking English, let alone Russian. She was crying out in Italian, her body twisting upward against mine, seeking more of the pleasure I had taught her to enjoy.

  “What?” I panted. I was so fucking close I could barely remember how to talk, but she had said those same words again for a third time. “What does that mean?”

  She jerked, as if surprised, as if she hadn’t even realized she had said anything at all. Then she shook her head. “Nothing,” she moaned. “It’s nothing. Please don’t stop. Oh, fucking hell, Adrian, you make me feel so good.”

  Suddenly, it didn’t matter what she had said. My balls tightened almost painfully, getting ready to burst they were so heavy with my seed.

  I rubbed the head of my cock through her folds, drowning it in her juices as I stroked myself with a tight grip. Blindly, I pushed her dress up to her breasts with my free hand just as I lost what little control I had and erupted all over her flat abdomen.

  Chapter 5

  Victoria

  The afterglow of an orgasm that might have fried my brain was still clinging to me. Adrian had fallen on top of me after he had succumbed to his own, his weight an added pleasure. I loved the feel of him pressed against me, his body molding over mine in a way that was protective and loving.

  His breathing was slowly starting to return to normal. I dreaded the moment he would shift off me.

  I stroked my nails over his sweat dampened back, silently praying we could stay like this forever, but I knew that was impossible. I had to return to the compound, or Papa and Cristiano were going to lose their shit. Besides, Adrian probably had things that would eventually need his attention. He was an important man, a powerful man.

  If we were that hot just playing around, what would we be like when he finally fucked me?

  I shivered at the delicious thought, bringing his attention back to me. He lifted his head, his eyes half-closed but full of just as much fire as they had been when he had been touching me so intimately only minutes before.

  “Are you cold, kotyonok?”

  There was a low, dark timbre to his voice now, full of the satisfaction he had found with me. I loved that I had made him lose control the way he had. It gave me a heady, powerful feeling that I could make this man forget about everything long enough to become mine, even if it had only been for a short time.

  I smiled up at him, feeling like the kitten he continued to call me. As content as I was right then, I nearly purred for him. “No. Just thinking about how good it will be when you finally make me yours.”

  The flames in his eyes shot higher. “You are already mine, Victoria. In every way that matters, you are now and forever mine.”

  I pressed my left hand to his scruffy cheek. “When you say things like that, I don’t want to leave you.”

  He turned his face into my palm, kissing me. “I don’t want you to leave me, ever.”

  “But I have to go,” I whispered.

  “I know,” he muttered, his jaw te
nsing.

  I stroked my thumb over his bottom lip, aching to kiss him, yet knowing if I did, I wasn’t going to be leaving his apartment that night. “Will you call me a cab?”

  Every muscle in his body seemed to tense, his eyes turning feral. “No cab,” he gritted out. “I’ll drive you.”

  I didn’t object. If he took me, that was over half an hour I would still get to be with him. And I could show him the spot where I was able to sneak in and out of the compound. Even after three years away, I still knew the guards’ schedules. Even the dogs that ran freely on the grounds were foreseeable. My father was ruthless and held so much influence over a great number of people, yet him and his men were so predictable it was almost funny.

  With a groan, Adrian pushed himself up until he was sitting on his knees between my bare thighs. The coolness of the air-conditioned room brushed over my naked lower body and the thick liquid of his come that he had shot onto my belly. I touched my fingers to it, massaging it into my skin.

  He watched me with hooded eyes, his nose flaring as his body hardened. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

  I bit into my bottom lip as pleasure washed over me.

  With a heavy sigh, he stood, readjusted his clothes, and then offered me a hand to assist me up. “Let me change, kotyonok, and then I will drive you home.” He touched his mouth to mine in a slow, heartbreakingly sweet kiss. “You will have to go without your panties, though,” he said with a wink as he stepped back.

  Bending, he picked up the ruined underwear he had torn apart in his haste to touch me. Stuffing them into his pocket, he winked again then left me there to go change.

  Alone in the living room now, I felt oddly giddy, and it had nothing to do with my diabetes. I loved what we had just done together, wanted to do so much more with him.

  It wasn’t just what he had made me feel when we were lost in the heat of the moment. I had never felt like this about another person in my life, this overwhelming need to constantly be with him. As if I might lose part of myself if I went even a minute without him. It was devastating and kind of scary, but at the same time, it was exhilarating and perfect.

  A person could easily get addicted to this kind of thing. I couldn’t help wondering if it was what Scarlett felt for Ciro.

  Was this … love?

  It couldn’t be. I had only known Adrian a few days. Hell, less than that. No one could fall in love that quickly.

  I was still mentally milling that over when Adrian came back, dressed in a plain black T-shirt and jeans that fit his thighs and hips as if they had been made especially for him. He paused halfway to me, his eyes skimming over my body, and I realized that I hadn’t fixed my dress yet.

  “I’m about to say fuck it and carry you to bed, kotyonok.”

  Grinning, I fixed my dress, feeling sensual without my panties on, while he stood there, watching me. “Next time?”

  He crossed to me and pulled me in close before lowering his head, his lips touching the tip of my nose then my lips. I couldn’t contain my soft gasp of pleasure, or the soft mewling sound I didn’t even realize I was making until it had already left my lips.

  “Next time, I’m keeping you.”

  My heart gave a happy jump in my chest.

  I pressed against him, wanting to become one entity with him. “Promise?”

  “I swear it on my soul.”

  ***

  The drive back to the compound was over far too soon.

  After showing Adrian where to stop so I could sneak back in, he circled around then parked a few yards past my secret entrance. Turning the car off, he reached out and undid my seatbelt. In the next heartbeat, he was pulling me into his arms, his mouth hungrily devouring mine.

  His strong hands grasped my ass and lifted me onto his lap, not once breaking our kiss. My hands were everywhere: his hair, his chest, under his shirt. I wanted to memorize every inch of his body with my hands, wanted to imprint the feel of his hard, hot muscles into my fingertips so I would know him even in the dark.

  Adrian’s hands were no less idle. I felt his touch on my thighs only a second before he was massaging my bare ass under my dress. He parted my cheeks, skimming his fingers over the seam of my ass before traveling lower and teasing my entrance.

  Goosebumps popped up along my entire body, my nipples hard as diamonds against the material of my dress. His titanium-hard cock throbbed against my inner thigh, flexing and straining to break free.

  This was dangerous, so damn dangerous. If for whatever reason my father’s men changed their schedule even by a few minutes, they could catch us just outside the compound’s wall. But fuck, I didn’t care right then. They could have found us and dragged us both in front of a damn firing squad—or my father, which was just as bad—and I would have gone happily as long as I got to spend a little while longer in Adrian’s arms like this.

  Why was it I didn’t feel completely alive unless I was with him? How could I have gone my entire life thinking I was truly happy, but just now realized it had only been a dream? This was my happiness. This man. This moment. Having him hold me, touch me, brand me as his own. This was what I had been waiting for without even realizing it.

  He thrust his finger into me, going deep until the tip reached that sacred barrier I had never even thought of giving away until this man. I wanted him to break through it with that finger, to make me his in every way. When I lifted my head to beg him to do so, he shook his head, as if he knew exactly what words were going to come out of my mouth.

  “This isn’t happening in a car on the side of the road where anyone and their mother could see. You will be mine, kotyonok, and soon. For now, let me make you come one more time before you have to leave me.”

  He stroked his finger in and out of me so, so, so very slowly. My head felt too heavy for my neck to hold up, and it fell forward, my forehead pressing against his as I tried to hold off the quickly approaching orgasm. If I didn’t come, then I didn’t have to leave him. If I could only stop the tsunami-sized release that was starting to build deep inside my belly, making my thighs quiver and my pussy drip onto his hand, then we could stay here like this forever.

  But it was building and I couldn’t stop it. Tears burned my eyes, blinding me, and I hoped he couldn’t see them in the darkness that was like a cloak protecting us from the outside world. With only a few inches separating us, though, it was impossible to hide them as one spilled over my lashes.

  His entire body seemed to jerk as if I had stabbed him. His finger, so snug and deep inside me stilled, but he didn’t pull it from my body. With his free hand, he cupped the back of my neck, forcing me to hold his gaze when I would have turned my face away.

  “Did I hurt you?” His voice was low, almost anguished as he tried to read me.

  “N-no,” I rushed to assure him.

  “Then … why?”

  Even as I tried to think of the words to explain my sudden emotional overload, my body seemed to have its own agenda. My hips rocked against his hand, his finger still buried deeply. It didn’t matter that I was holding back a sob because I didn’t want to leave this man. It didn’t matter that I was probably too far gone and helplessly in love with him. All that mattered was that he brought the most consuming pleasure I had ever experienced, and my body wanted to feel it repeatedly.

  “Victoria?” Adrian’s voice was full of authority now, commanding me to answer him, as concern pinched his brow.

  “I think I love you, okay?” The words burst from me, far too soon, but no less true.

  It was too soon, but time didn’t matter anymore. I could have known him an hour or fifty years. Whatever the case, I knew I was going to feel this way for eternity. It was too strong, going past my heart and straight to my soul.

  Adrian’s frown eased, and his lips turned up in the biggest grin I had ever seen on his beloved face. “You think?”

  I found myself biting my bottom lip as pink filled my cheeks. “I’m pretty
sure.”

  “But not one hundred percent?” he teased, flexing his finger inside my pussy, wringing a few more drops from the drenched lips.

  I leaned in closer, brushing my lips softly over his. “Give me another day or two. That pretty sure will turn around.”

  “I don’t like to see you cry, kotyonok.” He twisted his fingers in my hair even as he stroked my most intimate hole. “It makes me want to kill someone just thinking about it.”

  “I would rather you made me come than killed some nameless idiot, Adrian,” I told him with a pout. “All that energy could be used for so much more enjoyable things than having to get rid of a body.”

  He moved his finger faster, going as deeply as he could with my virginity still in his way. “How is it you get me? No one ever has before.”

  “Maybe we’re soulmates.” I was panting now, too close to stop the inevitable, even if I tried. My back arched, my hair tangling around the steering wheel as convulsion after convulsion shook my body. “Fuck, Adrian, I love you.”

  Adrian pulled my head to his shoulder, trailing his lips up and down my neck in a way that made me feel cherished. He stroked my body, helping to calm me after such an intense release.

  I closed my eyes, savoring this for just a little longer. He hadn’t given me the words he had forced me to give him, but for now, his actions were enough.

  Chapter 6

  Adrian

  My mood was dark as I took care of business the next morning. I had responsibilities that needed my attention and men to deal with. As Vito had requested—that was how I was going to look at his command that I help with the Santino Jr. issue—I had feelers out all over the city. I knew Vito had a shitload of people in low places, but mine were even lower. I had an entire army who could easily pretend to be homeless to get the information I needed. It was how I kept on top of the game.

  My people had spotted the worthless piece of shit a few times over the last few days, but nothing noteworthy had happened. Therefore, I had advised my men to simply keep their distance, yet watch out for him.