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Chapter 18
Misha
Fuck, this is what I wanted to avoid. I fought so fucking hard, but somehow I lost control today.
I don’t even know when it happened.
The most powerful emotion I’ve ever experienced rages in my chest as my tongue lashes against Aurora’s.
She tastes as sweet as I remember.
I’m torn in two – the soldier who swore his loyalty to the bratva and the man who just wants to love a woman.
God, help me. This will not end in a happily ever after for us.
Still, I can’t let her go. She feels too fucking perfect in my arms.
My teeth tug at her plump bottom lip, and my tongue bathes in the feel of hers.
My heart is torn in two until she lifts herself on her tiptoes to get closer to me, and with her hands fisting my shirt, she whimpers, the sound filled with the same need burning in me.
Fuck, what am I doing?
I’m playing with fire, and we’ll both end up dead.
Instead of walking out of her suite, my hand slips beneath her shirt, and like a man dying of thirst, I drink in the feel of her silky skin.
I want her with every ounce of my being.
When my palm covers her breast and I squeeze a moan out of her, the last of my strength vanishes like mist before the sun, and I surrender to the love growing in my heart.
Breaking the kiss, I lift my free hand to her chin and brush my thumb over her swollen lips. “Are you still a virgin, moy malen’kiy olen’?”
Twin spots of pink spread over her cheeks, and it feels like it takes for- fucking-ever before she answers. “Yes.”
Thank fuck!
My palm cups her cheek as my eyes lock with hers. It’s arrogant to even think, but still, I ask, “Did you keep it for me?”
Aurora’s gaze searches my face, and I’m starting to think she’s going to tell me to fuck off when she asks, “Is it sad that I did?”
“Fuck,” I breathe in shock.
For two fucking years, this woman has clung to the single night we shared.
Just like I did.
It takes me a moment as unadulterated satisfaction fills my chest, then I say, “No, it’s not sad.” With a smirk I can’t hold back, I add, “Here I was thinking I was going to have to torture and kill some fucker for taking what’s mine.”
“Arrogant much?” she teases me.
“No, just fucking possessive and jealous,” I admit. Aurora’s chuckle fills the air, but it sounds sad.
We both know we’re stealing time that doesn’t belong to us. At some point, I’ll have to return to the bratva, and she’ll return to her family.
But we have now.
Growing serious, I say, “I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you. I was trying to do what’s best for us.”
Not making it easy for me, she admits, “It hurt. A lot.” “I know.” I felt every blow I dealt her.
My eyes drift over her face, and I memorize every inch of her beauty.
Jesus, she’s exquisite.
“You’re staring,” she whispers
“It’s been two years. Let me admire you.”
Her mouth curves into a gorgeous smile that lights up her eyes. “You’ve seen me the past month.”
“But I didn’t get to really look at you.”
Aurora’s eyes stare deep into mine, and all the obstacles we’re faced with fall away until there’s only us. The attraction between us flares to life until it fills every molecule in the air.
She’s the only woman for me. Without her, my life will be empty.
I watch as the heartache drains from her face until only the overpowering emotions between us reflect in her emerald irises.
The anticipation builds, just like the night we met, and slowly I lower my head.
I take a deep breath of her scent, and when my mouth touches hers, my tongue flicks over the plump flesh. Her lips part, and I tilt my head as my teeth tug at her bottom lip.
The spark is so fucking intense, it feels like my stomach does a somersault while my heart bursts in my chest.
“Misha,” she whispers, so much affection in the word it sends a wave of trembles through my body.
My hands find the sides of her head, and keeping her in place, I give myself over to her as I kiss her fucking senseless.
We gasp, our tongues stroking, our teeth nipping.
We pour everything into the kiss that has the ability to transport us to a world where there’s no bratva. No family. No war.
It’s a world where intense greed fills my veins. I want every inch of Aurora D’Angelo, and nothing will stop me.
Breaking the kiss, I growl, “I want to taste you.” She chuckles, the sound light and free. “You are.”
With a shake of my head, I undo the button of her cargo pants.
Aurora’s eyes widen, but she doesn’t stop me as I pull the zipper down. The sound is loud in the room, and I can see as nervousness washes over her beautiful features.
I push my hands over her hips and beneath the black fabric. “Have you been touched by a man?”
She shakes her head, her lips parting, but no words come out.
“Moy malen’kiy olen’ is all mine,” I murmur, intense satisfaction making my words hoarse.
I move down, pushing her cargo pants and panties to the floor, then I order, “Sit on the couch.”
Aurora doesn’t look so sure, but without arguing, she takes a seat, instantly crossing her legs to hide her pussy from me.
The corner of my mouth lifts in a smirk as I lean over her, gripping her t-shirt and tugging it over her head. “No use in hiding, moy malen’kiy olen’. I’m going to see, taste, and fuck every part of your body.”
“Jesus, Misha,” she gasps. She looks torn between being appalled by my choice of words and turned on by them.
Letting out a dark chuckle, I say, “I promised to corrupt you.” I unclasp her bra and throw the fabric somewhere near the window. “This is me keeping my word.”
Kneeling by her feet, I place my hands on her knees. With my eyes roving over her perky tits and soft stomach, I push her legs open until I can see the pussy I’m risking my very life for.
“Flawless,” I breathe with absolute reverence.
She’s a goddess, and I’m ready to worship at her feet.
Literally.
My palms move up the insides of her thighs. My eyes flick to her face, and I watch as she grows so fucking nervous she’s holding her breath.
“Breathe, moy malen’kiy olen’,” I order.
“Sitting with my legs open while you’re staring at my lady parts feels super awkward,” she admits.
I let out a chuckle. “It won’t be awkward for long.” My hands reach the apex of her thighs, and when my thumb lightly brushes over her clit, her body jerks and goosebumps erupt over her skin.
“Hold on to something,” I warn her as I lean forward. My hands slip behind her ass, and I tug her toward me. “You’re going to need the support.”
Her eyes widening draws a dark chuckle from me right before my head lowers, and I swipe my tongue over her clit.
“Misha,” she hisses, her words laced with embarrassment and uncertainty.
Then I fucking latch onto her pussy like a starving man.
“Jesus!” she exclaims. Her hand slaps down on the couch, and her nails dig into the fabric, her ass lifting off the cushion.
When my teeth scrape over her clit, her chin drops forward, and her eyebrows knit together. It looks like she’s about to cry, but instead, her lips part, and a needy moan drifts over them.
Our eyes lock as I devour her pussy until her body tenses, and she cries, “Misha…God. Help.”
I tease her by circling her opening with my thumb while I suck and bite her clit until her ass lifts off the couch again and her body starts to convulse. Her hips take over, swiveling greedily as her pussy rubs over my mouth and chin, searching for all the friction she can get.
My free hand moves over her abdomen and up to her breast, my touch possessive and hard. I squeeze her perky tit before rubbing her nipple into a hard bud between my fingers. Tugging at her, I draw another moan from her as she starts to come down from her orgasm.
I press a kiss to the soft short curls between her legs, on her abdomen, and to her stomach.
Then I see the scar from when she got injured during the fall. Bringing my fingers to the crescent shape mark, I touch it with absolute reverence. I lean forward and pepper the jagged line with kisses before I work my way up her body.
“Wow,” she whispers with awe as she finally comes down from her orgasm.
I latch onto her other nipple and bite and suck at her flesh, just allowing myself a moment to feast on her perfect body.
Aurora’s hands slip into my hair, her fingers tugging at the short strands. I’m fucking high from the scent of her arousal, the sounds she makes,
and the feel of her body.
Christ, I’m so high I doubt I’ll ever come down to reality again. This is where I want to die.
“God, Misha,” she murmurs in a daze of pleasure. “This feels amazing.” “Brace yourself, moy malen’kiy olen’. I’m far from done with you.”