Give Me More (7 page)

He rubbed his cock along her cleft, up and down, and bumping her clit with every upstroke. “Fuck, you are
so
wet for me.”

She felt his cock jerk between her legs.

They held each other’s gazes for long seconds, and then they crashed their mouths together at the same time, as if they couldn’t control themselves. He tangled his hands in her hair, tugged at the strands, and nipped at her lips. Zoey became wetter by the second, her arousal so intense she knew it could never be matched.

Without thinking, because at this point all she wanted was Sergei shoved so deep inside of her she couldn’t even think coherently, she reached down and grabbed his length.

“Fuck, baby.”

She angled the tip at her entrance, stared into his eyes, and pleaded with him to fuck her without actually saying the words.

He had a firm hold on her ass, holding her off the ground, his muscles straining, his body tense. He jerked his hips forward, and the tip of his dick became lodged in her. She was so stretched already, and he wasn’t even fully in her body yet.

He let go of one of her ass cheeks, slid his hand up her body, and placed it right beside her head. He leaned in another inch. “I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”

Her heart jumped to her throat.

When he slid in another inch, stretching her so good, so powerfully, she arched against him, thrusting her chest against his. He had a light sprinkling of chest hair along his pecs, and the tattoos that covered his arms in full sleeves, and snaked over his shoulders to his back, turned her on. They were a mixture of shapes and designs, but there were also Russian words inked on his skin. For some reason, even though she didn’t speak the language, she just knew they had to do with the Bratva.

He ground his teeth, and the sound shouldn’t have been as erotic as it was, but it was like he was losing control.

Her pussy muscles clenched around his cock. “You’re so big.”

His response was a grunt.

He rested his forehead against hers, and they panted against each other’s mouths.

“I hope you’re ready, little mouse, because I’m about to fuck you until you know you’re mine.” She saw the way he clenched his jaw. “
God
, you’re so damn wet and hot.” In one swift move he was buried fully inside of her. “So tight,” he breathed out those two words.

She let her head fall back against the wall and closed her eyes. It felt like she was burning alive from the inside out. Sergei started moving in and out of her, faster and harder.

He pumped into her, the air around them charged, heated.

Maybe she should have worried about the fact he wasn’t wearing a condom, or that she wasn’t on the pill. But her mind was so hazy.

“Condom,” she gasped when he thrust deep in her.

“I’m clean,” was his reply.

She shook her head, trying to clear it. “I’m not on the pill.”

He didn’t respond right away, just kept pumping into her. At the moment she didn’t care about anything but how he made her feel.

“I’ll take care of you, of whatever happens,
Myshka
.”

That shouldn’t have sent a thrill through her, or had this warmth stealing over her.

I should be smarter about this.

I can’t think straight.

There was no part of her he wasn’t touching.

He curled his arm around her waist, and his fingers dug into her skin. Zoey wrapped her legs around his hips tighter, grinding herself on his dick. The sound of their flesh slapping together, was filthy, erotic.

She felt no shame at the sound that came from her.

The root of his cock rubbed against her clit every time he slammed into her, and she knew she’d be coming sooner rather than later.

“You feel so fucking good.” He ground the words out, and closed his eyes for a second before he opened them again and stared at her. Sweat beaded his brow, his look intense. “Fuck.” He slammed into her especially hard, and then slowly pulled out of her until just the tip was lodged in her pussy. “Ask me for more.”

“I need more,” she said instantly.

He slammed back into her hard and powerfully, and slanted his mouth on hers, kissing her until she felt like her lips would bleed.

“I want to see you get off. I want to feel your pussy milking my dick until I fill you with my seed.”

She opened her mouth and sucked in a lungful of air.

He reached between them and pressed his thumb to her clit. “I want to see the expression cover your face as you let go, as you taste freedom.” He rubbed the bundle back and forth, and added a little more pressure with each passing second. She needed him to fuck her, to move as he rubbed her clit. “That’s it,” he murmured, as if speaking to himself. Running his tongue along her jawline, he stopped when he reached her ear. “You’re mine,
Myshka
.”

Yes, yes she was.

“
Mine
.”

The way he said that one word was animalistic, like he was possessed, determined to make her see she was his in all ways.

And the craziest part of it all, the most insane notion of this whole situation wasn’t that he’d said the words, but that she wanted them to be true.

He slammed into her again and again, applied more pressure to her clit until she was about to come again, and all she could do was hold on and absorb it all. But just as she felt that crest of pleasure about to claim her, Sergei slowed.

She could have screamed out in frustration.

“I’m trying to make this last, but you feel too fucking good, baby,” he grunted out the words against her neck.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He was breathing hard against her neck, the warm, humid pants bathing her flesh.

If I say it I know it’ll be real. This will be real.

“Baby,
please
, tell me you’re mine. I need to hear it.”

“Sergei,” she whispered his name.

He groaned and started shallowly thrusting in and out of her.

It didn’t take much for her to feel herself falling over the edge.

“Come for me,” he commanded.

And she did. Just like that.

Zoey came long and hard, and heard him make this serrated sound against her neck.

“Say it, Zoey,” he said the words as a demand. “Tell me you’re mine.” His accent was thick.

She gasped as she stared into his fierce expression.

“Tell me,” he demanded again.

“I’m yours.”

“Say my name, baby.” She heard him swallow. “Tell me who you belong to, who you belong with.”

She bit her lip at the pleasure coursing through her.

“You.” She closed her eyes and moaned. “God, you, Sergei.”

He slammed into her especially hard, and she moved up an inch on the wall.

The world was falling away, and she welcomed it, embraced that darkness. Zoey knew that whatever was happening between her and Sergei, whatever had happened, was not just about this one night of abandon.

No, this was a forever kind of thing.

That should have scared the hell out of her, but it didn’t. She let it consume her.

Chapter Ten

The next day

Sergei had left early in the morning, just as the sun was starting to rise. But he hadn’t done the “Wham, Bam, Thank You, Ma’am” kind of thing. No, he’d pulled her close to his naked body, and she’d felt his erection against her lower back. He’d pushed the hair from her neck and placed a kiss there, making her whole body light up despite the fact they’d only fallen asleep a few hours before, and she was exhausted. Then he said he had to get work done, but that he’d see her later. He’d jotted his cell number on a slip of paper and left it on the bedside table before he left.

Even now, hours later, with a cup of coffee in front of her, and her head not so fuzzy all she could think about was him and what they’d done … what they’d shared.

It had been real.

She looked down at her coffee cup—which was her third mug—and watched as the steam rolled up from it. She’d put a lot of cream and sugar in it, so it was more of a light tan color, but it still had that caffeine kick.

What am I going to do?

She asked herself that mainly because she knew she couldn’t just walk away. She couldn’t just ignore what she felt for Sergei, couldn’t ignore the electricity they’d shared last night … hell, when she’d first seen him. There was something there, and it was undeniable.

Zoey also knew this wasn’t just about sex, not for her, and definitely not for him. He’d told her enough times that he wasn’t letting her go, that she was his.

But his saying that didn’t have alarm bells going off in her head. This wasn’t about him owning her, like she was this piece of furniture in his house. No, this was something more primal, more animalistic. She didn’t even know if she could actually put it into words that would do it justice.

A knock on her front door pierced her thoughts, but before she could get up she heard the front door opening and closing. A second later Alexa came in with a bag of groceries in one hand.

“Hey, I tried calling,” Alexa said and set the bag on the counter.

Zoey picked up her cell, realized the ringer was turned off, and gave her sister a sympathetic look. “Sorry.”

Alexa started taking things out of the bag: milk, fruit, veggies, domestic stuff that for some reason she thought she should bring over weekly. But Zoey knew Alex liked “taking care of her”, liked being the big sister. Maybe she wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble if the shit with Rick hadn’t gone down, but she also couldn’t deny she liked having Alexa here with her all the time.

“What’s up?” Alexa said, her eyes trained on Zoey.

“Nothing,” she said, but even she heard the lie in her words.

Alexa stopped putting the groceries away and leveled a stare at Zoey. “You’re a horrible liar.” She came around to sit in the chair across from Zoey. “What’s up?”

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Alexa with telling her what she’d done with Sergei last night, or that she was ashamed.

Zoey didn’t want her sister looking at her with that worry, with that intensity because she’d been in a situation with a very bad man.

And Sergei is a bad man. But not to me.

And then the expression on Alexa’s face told Zoey her sister knew exactly what had gone down.

“Please, Zoey, tell me you didn’t have Sergei here last night?”

Zoey felt her face heat as she thought about what they’d done. Her lips tingled at the remembrance of how much attention he’d paid to them. Involuntarily she touched her mouth, still feeling his mouth on hers.

“How far did it go?”

When Zoey didn’t answer Alexa exhaled.

“By the way your face is red, and the silence, I’d say pretty damn far.”

Zoey exhaled and put her head in her hands. “I’m crazy, right?” she asked, but was mainly talking to herself. And then she felt her sister touch her arm. Zoey looked up, feeling her heart in her throat, not because she as ashamed of what she felt for Sergei, but because the more time that passed the more she wanted him.

The more this felt right.

“You have to feel pretty strongly if you let him in your life.”

Zoey gave her sister a smile. “It just kind of crept up, Alexa, and it scares me.”

Alexa gave her arm a squeeze.

“They are dangerous men, Sergei and Yvgeny. Hell, all the men that are in that circle are very dangerous. They make that asshole Rick look like he’s a Girl Scout.”

Yeah, she was getting that, too.

“I know it’s crazy, and I know I should be afraid of him, but I’m not.” She wanted to ask Alexa about how she felt for Yvgeny, but she’d gotten the impression it was a really sore subject.

“I know how you feel, and I know it’s hard to walk away.” Alexa shook her head. “I wouldn’t ask you to, because I would have no right to.”

I guess that’s as close to what she had with Yvgeny as I’m going to get.

“But,” her sister said, taking her hand back. “They are dangerous, but they will protect their own, and anyone under their care with their last breath.” Alexa smiled. “If you’re happy, then I’m happy.”

Zoey was happy, and that was saying a lot given the worry she’d held onto for so long. Even if she worried about her past, she realized when she was with Sergei that was just a lingering thought, a distant memory.

It was nice, but was that really reality?

****

Alexa watched her sister sitting at the table, her thoughts clear on her face, the conversation they’d just had playing through Alexa’s mind. She tried to busy herself with putting the groceries away, a task she did because she wanted to take care of her sister, even doing something as small as buying some milk and eggs.

But the truth was Alexa couldn’t say anything against what Zoey had with Sergei, not really. She’d been in a sexual relationship with Yvgeny.

Can I even call it a relationship?

No, she couldn’t. It was two people fucking, and that’s exactly how it had been with Yvgeny. The sex had been raw, untamed … uninhibited. It had been everything she’d craved, everything she’d yearned for. But then again it had been that way because she’d been in love with Yvgeny for longer than she even cared to admit.

Shit, she needed to let Zoey live her life. She’d been through hell and back, and that fucker had done a number on her. If she was happy, even if it was in the arms of a man that killed, a man that everyone was afraid of, then she had to step back. The Bratva were dangerous, but they were also protective. She didn’t know if things were different in other parts of the world with the organization, but she knew the men that were in her life.

I know the man I love, and how he is toward the ones he holds dear.

If Sergei was anything like Yvgeny, she was glad he’d come into her sister’s life. Zoey needed someone strong to match her innocence.

Alexa also couldn’t deny she hoped they found Rick and gave him what he deserved. If she knew anything about Yvgeny and the business he was in, she knew they’d find Rick one way or another.

It was only a matter of time, and she hoped she had a front row seat to the show.