Page 36 of The Butcher
His mouth left mine and moved down to my jaw, then lower, his breath hot against my skin as he dragged his lips along my neck. My fingers tightened in his shirt as my head tipped back without me meaning to do it, my body reacting before my mind could catch up.
My pussy already had a fresh wave of wetness spilling from between my legs, dripping onto his hand.
I wanted him to finger-fuck me harder, faster, but he removed his hand from between my thighs, and slid both palms along my sides, gripping my hips and pulling me harder against him. The pressure was firm, unyielding, and I felt it in the way my breath caught, in the way my body pressed into his without hesitation.
He didn’t ease up. If anything, his grip tightened, his hands moving with more purpose. Alexei suddenly spun me around and pressed me hard against the terrace railing, my hands gripping the cold metal as the grounds stretched out below us. I looked over my shoulder to see him drop to his knees.
My breath came faster now, my fingersdigging into the cold metal as he pushed my dress up, and ripped my panties down my thighs. I closed my eyes and panted. He didn’t say a word, just groped my ass, spread me open, and pressed his mouth right to my pussy, groaning as he inhaled deeply.
“Look at me,” he said again, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes.
I did, looking down, my breath uneven, my thoughts no longer scattered the way they had been before.
“Stay with me in this moment,” he said against my skin. “Ty prinadlezhish mne. Tol'ko moya. Nikomu tebya ne otdam.”You belong to me. Only mine. I won’t give you to anyone.
I loved when he spoke Russian to me. I told myself I was going to start learning it so I could make him say dirty things to me while he fucked me and actually understand him.
“Spread your legs wider, wife,” he growled, voice thick with filthy hunger. “Let your husband eat this perfect, tight cunt right here where anyone could see.”
Without waiting, he buried his face between my cheeks, tongue dragging roughly from my dripping hole. He ate me like a savage, the sounds loud, and messy. They were obscene slurping noises that filled theair. He tongue-fucked my pussy, sucking hard on my swollen clit before licking back up to rim my ass.
“Fuck, you taste like mine,” he snarled against my soaked flesh. “This dirty little hole is dripping down my chin. Such a greedy, pretty slut for The Butcher.”
He shoved three thick fingers deep into my cunt, pounding them in and out while his tongue pushed inside my asshole, eating me like he was starving.
“That’s it. Push back on my face like the filthy mafia princess you are.”
I came so hard I saw stars, and cried out so loud I knew the staff and guards heard.
By the time he finally pulled away, my body was limp and hanging over the railing. I forced myself to look over my shoulder at him, and saw he was already watching me. The lower half of his face was destroyed by my pussy juices, flushed and so wet from my orgasm that my inner muscles clenched.
His eyes were wild, pupils blown black with lust. He leaned back enough I could look down at him. A low, broken groan tore from his chest as his hips jerked forward involuntarily. I watched in shock as his cock pulsed hard without him even touching it. Thick ropes of cum suddenly sprayed out, spillingdown the fabric of his expensive pants, and dripping onto the stone terrace floor in heavy, messy spurts.
He came just from eating my pussy. Hands-free, completely untouched, and lost in the taste of me.
Seeing him lose control like that—the powerful Butcher coming untouched just from devouring me—sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through my body. My pussy clenched hard, another rush of wetness dripping down my thighs. The sight was so filthy, so raw, that it made me ache to be filled again. I had never felt more wanted, more owned, or more dangerously turned on in my life.
I had felt like something had been pulled out from under me, like I didn’t know where I stood anymore. But being there with him, feeling the way he unraveled me so I wasn’t worrying about what I couldn’t control, I realized something.
God help me… I didn’t want to be anywhere else than with Alexei.
Chapter Twenty
Alexei
Ididn’t leave her immediately. Lucia stayed where I had her, her body still loose from the way I’d taken control of the moment and forced her out of her head.
The tension that had been riding her when I first walked in was gone, replaced with something calmer. I watched her for a few seconds longer than I needed to.
I kissed her forehead, inhaling her scent, and stepped back to help her adjust her clothes. “I want you to stay inside tonight,” I said, my voice even, leaving no room for argument. “No wandering the grounds, or stepping outside unless I’m with you.” Right now I didn’t trust even my own property to keep her safe, not when there was a roguemotherfucker out there.
She didn’t argue, just nodded, watching me closely, like she was already putting together what came next. “You’re going after him.”
It wasn’t a question. “Yes.”
Her throat moved when she swallowed, but she held my gaze. “Are you going to kill him?”
I didn’t soften the truth. “If that’s what it takes.” I wasn’t going to pretend otherwise, not with her, not when she was already too far into my world to be treated like she didn’t understand what it required.
