Page 68 of Sexting the Pakhan

“Good.”

“Please.”

That word does something that unravels me completely.

I lower my mouth to her ear. “Come on my cock.”

She breaks.

Her whole body goes tight beneath me, pussy clamping down so hard around my cock that I almost come with her. She cries out, nails digging into my back, hips shaking as the orgasm tears through her. I keep my thumb on her clit and fuck her through it, giving her no room to escape until she’s sobbing and pushing at my chest because pleasure has turned too sharp.

Only then do I let myself go.

I drive into her once, twice, then bury myself deep and come with my mouth against her throat, a rough groan tearing out of me as my body locks over hers.

For a long moment, I can’t move. I stay inside her, breathing hard, one hand braced beside her head, the other still gripping her hip like I’m afraid she’ll disappear if I let go.

She’s trembling under me.

I lift my head. Her eyes are closed. Her cheeks are damp. Her mouth is swollen. My shirt is bunched around her ribs, her breasts bare, her body marked in small ways I will remember tomorrow.

A hard fuck I know how to handle.

This look on her face afterward, I do not.

I ease my hand off her hip and touch her cheek. “Zoya.”

Her eyes open slowly. For one second, she looks at me like she doesn’t know where she is. Then she remembers.

Me.

The room.

Everything.

I wait for regret. It doesn’t come, not yet.

Instead, she exhales, shaky and ruined, and whispers, “I think I forgot how to move.”

My mouth curves before I can stop it. “Good,” I say.

Her brows pull together. “Don’t sound proud.”

“I am proud.”

“That’s very mafia boss of you.”

I laugh, low and brief, and press my forehead to hers.

She goes quiet at that.

So do I.

The sex is easy to understand. Want, heat, body, release. Simple.

This is not simple. This is her hand sliding slowly from my shoulder to the back of my neck and staying there. This is me not pulling away.

Outside, rain hits the windows. Somewhere downstairs, my men are still looking for a traitor. My phone is probably full of messages I should answer.