“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I would have picked you up or been on alert. It’s late.”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t sleep. I needed to see you.”
I pull her into a tight hug. “What’s on your mind, pretty girl?”
She looks up at me and offers a frail smile. “I need to know if this is real. You killed for me,
Mikhail. And I want you to know that I would kill for you, too.”
“I’d never ask you to do that.”
Leah backs out of my arms and lifts her shirt above her head. “You wouldn’t have to.” She isn’t wearing a bra, and when she drops her sweatpants, I learn she left her panties at home as well. My eyes rake over every beautiful inch of her.
“Are you sure?” I ask, dropping kisses onto her shoulder.
“I wouldn’t be naked in your living room if I wasn’t.”
Leah is nineteen. I’m twenty-seven. While she’s a full-fledged adult, there are still eight years between us and our experiences.
“I’m not a virgin, Mikhail. You don’t need to be gentle or feel weird,” she assures me,
possibly sensing my hesitancy.
“Who do I need to kill?” I chuckle against her lips.
Leah remains silent, a severe expression creasing her brow despite my joke. “I already killed him.”
I won’t lie; her confession shocks me for a moment. But I’m curious more than anything. “I’m listening.”
She huffs a breath and averts her gaze. “He took a video without my consent. And he threatened to post it online and make it go viral if I didn’t sleep with his friends and whoever else was willing to pay. He deserved it, Mikhail. And I don’t regret it.”
If he weren’t already dead, I’d be booking a flight to New York.
Lifting her chin, I bring her gaze back to mine and smile. “Good girl.”
It’s all the reassurance she needs. Leah unties the towel at my waist and strokes my cock. “I always knew your dick was perfect. It’s going to hurt like a bitch, but I’m up for the challenge.” She drops to her knees and takes me into her mouth. Slow licks and sucks at first until it’s wet enough for her to slide to the back of her throat as far as she can.
“Fuck,” I growl, closing my eyes and gripping her bun in a fist. I slam her down until she gags and pulls back, taking a short breath before she swallows me again. “My pretty girl, look at you, taking my cock so goddamn deep, like it was made for your throat.”
Leah grips my ass and pushes to the limit as tears streak down her cheeks.
“Oh, hell...Prosto tak. Ty tak khorosho menya prinimayesh’, krasavitsa..” (Just like that. You’re taking me so good, beautiful.)
My balls coil the harder I pump into her warm mouth. But as much as I want to see my cum dripping from those skilled lips, the need to be inside her wins out. Pulling back, my cock pops out of her mouth, and she looks up at me like a goddess.
“Come here,” I say as I take her hand and help her up, then step behind her as I loosen her hair until it tumbles down her back. “I want you to know that I never thought of you this way before now. And I don’t regret that.”
“I know,” she whispers, tilting her head as I run my lips against the curve of her neck. “But you’re mine now.”
“I know,” she says again, voice breaking on a whimper as I slide my fingers between the seam of her wet little cunt.
“All this for me.” I walk us to the couch and sit with her in my lap, thighs spread wide over mine, and my cock at her entrance. “Take your time,” I murmur into her ear as she slides down my shaft.
“Mikhail...fuck,” she moans and lets her head fall back onto my shoulder as I stretch her open, inch by inch. Her chest is heaving, mouth parted when I bottom out and grip her hips.
“Ride what’s yours, baby. You take care of me, and I take care of you.” Reaching around her pelvis, I find her swollen clit and stroke until she’s crying in my lap. “Krasivaya devushka, you were made for me. This sweet pussy was made for me.” (Pretty girl.)
“I know...” she repeats for the third time, and I can’t help but laugh.
We’re riding a high together, finding the perfect rhythm as I thrust and she bounces. The moment is surreal as we tip over the edge, and I hold her tightly against my chest.
Coming home has a new meaning as the sound of my name flees her lips when she breaks.
CHAPTER 6
LEAH
Two weeks later
“Hold it, please!”
I sprint toward the elevator as fast as I can manage with a tray of two milkshakes and a bag of the best greasy burgers in Dallas. A guy who looks to be my age does me a solid and slips his foot through the closing doors, forcing them back open.
“Thank you,” I say with a smile.
“Sure thing. Bringing the boss some lunch?”
