She twists in my lap, now straddling me, her vulnerable gaze on mine. “You were married almost three years. Did you ever love her?”
“No. I’ll admit I tried. But you can’t force that shit. Learned the hard way.” I place my hands on her neck and caress her cheeks with my thumbs. “But it was the only way I thought I could forget you.”
“Why did you marry her, Mikhail? I begged you not to.”
“I’ll always regret that day. I hated myself for a long time,” I say, resting my forehead on hers. “But I felt like I had no choice. The world was stacked against us.”
Leah lays her head on my shoulder. “What about now?”
“Ya by razorval mir radi tebya, moya lyubov.” (I would tear the world apart for you, my love.)
She smiles against me, using her finger to trace the ink on my chest. The gesture jogs my memory of something I did for her days after my wedding when I heard she left for Spain. Guiding her hand, I place it above my heart and wait for her to read. The tattoo is written in Russian, but Leah seems to have a good grasp of the language.
Using the pad of her finger, she touches the flower and the words carved inside.
“Pretty girl,” she whispers, then lifts her watery eyes to mine. “When did you get this done?”
“Four years ago.”
“Four years?”
I nod. “If I couldn’t have you, I’d have a part of you exactly where you belonged.”
Leah wipes at her eyes and lifts up to kiss me. “I never knew you were so romantic, Mikhail Petrov.”
Her fingers on my scalp always have my cock at attention.
“It’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me.”
Dragging my lips along her neck, I say, “So now you’ve given me a new goal.”
“What’s that?” she asks, head tilted, eyes closed as I work toward her ear.
“Topping myself. Everything I give you, everything I do for you—every time will be better than the last.”
Her smile is radiant. “You don’t have to do that.”
“No, but I want to. And I will.”
“The only thing I want right now is you...and another orgasm.”
We laugh, and I dip us under the scalding water when she shivers. Our lips are fused as we break the surface, my tongue gliding against hers, begging for more. But she pulls away, flashes a cunning little smile, and slips beneath the churning bubbles, taking my cock in her hand.
CHAPTER 17
LEAH
The thrum of churning jets drowns out Mikhail’s voice above me. His fingers are threaded through my hair, hand guiding me forward over his shaft. While I don’t need direction on how to please him, his savage grip only increases my hunger to swallow him until the edges of my vision darken and heighten the euphoria.
Even when my lungs burn and plead for oxygen, I can’t pull away. The need to break him with my name on his lips is worth the fire that claws up my throat.
I dig my nails into his thighs and feel him stiffen with every thrust. I know he’s close. I just need to push a little more. Tears gather in my eyes, not just because I’m taking him to the limit but because the years of hurt and longing are gone.
He’s mine.
“My love,” he says on a ragged breath, lifting me above the surface. “Don’t drown on me.” I lean into him, my hand taking the place of my mouth while I catch my breath and whisper over his lips. “If I had to die choking on your cock, I’d die the happiest fucking woman on the planet.”
“Oh, shit, baby...come here.” His kiss is hungry, painful, and delicious. I lose myself momentarily, giving just as good and hard as he is. But when I try to pull away, he protests, so I surprise him by tightening my fingers and squeezing the pressure points just below his jaw.
Mikhail grins, and his eyelids drop, pretty mouth parted as he’s coming undone between my hand on his throat and the other around his cock. While I love when he’s in control of my body, bending and breaking me to his will, the sight of this man dominated by my touch drives me absolutely fucking feral. I’d leak down my legs if my body weren’t submerged underwater.
“You’re going to come for me. I want every drop,” I rasp, biting and tugging his lip.
He nods and lets his head roll back as I dip and take him into my mouth. Both hands clutch my hair, and he bucks his hips, fucking my face.
I love you.
More.
Reaching down, I slip my fingers over my clit, stroking to the rhythm of Mikhail’s thrusts until hot spurts of his cum slide down my throat. His grip tightens as he rides the high, and black dots my vision as I climb and crest along with him.
My body is weak from lack of air, and shudders rolling through me, I begin to sink.
But Mikhail’s strong arms pull me above the surface and against his heaving chest, where I lay my head and relearn how to breathe.
“You can die a happy woman with my cock in your mouth one day when we’re old and gray, but not today.”
