Page 72 of Deadly Sins

42Ksenya

THE NIGHT SEEMED CLEARER, THE stars brighter than I’d seen them in years. After keeping the most painful secret buried deep inside, I’d finally told someone my truth about Elías. And not just anyone, I’d told Grant.

Well, not the whole truth. I didn’t mention how I prayed that he was the father. But once I’d held Elías in my arms, his paternity didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was my son—a part of me, a part of Joaquín, a part of my parents. He had the most beautiful hazel eyes and a big mop of black hair. The happiest time in my life was spent with my baby boy.

But then he was taken away from me.

Grant pulled me into his arms, his lips pressing to mine, the heat of his body making my core ache for him. I didn’t want to wait anymore. I’d never felt closer to him as I had at this moment. I needed to express my love; I needed his skin against mine.

“I want to go to home together with you.”

A devilish smile graced his face, and we headed back to his bike. The salty breeze blew my worries away. I briefly contemplated abandoning my mission to save Joaquín. I could embrace life as Ksenya and try to make a new life with Grant. But just like the roots of my hair showing, I was certain the cracks in my story would expose me to Grant sooner than later. Too many people knew now, it was only a matter of time.

The ride back to his place was torture, feeling the vibration of the bike between my legs, aching to feel his hard cock inside of me. Deciding I couldn’t wait, I reached around his waist and rubbed his thighs in small circles, purposely running my thumb over the tip of his arousal that now bulged in his pants. He leaned back into me and groaned. I’d been such a fucking tease with him, but this time, I wasn’t leading him on.

Grant pushed open the door to his place. The gentleman was gone, replaced with a primal beast. Before we’d even taken a few steps inside, he’d shoved me up against the wall, kissing me hard. Gripping my ass, he pulled me up and down against his cock. He breathed hard against my neck as he picked me up and turned us toward the coffee table.

Setting me down on the table, he undid my wrap dress, the fabric pooling on the floor. He paused for a moment, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze fall on my body. He shooed Hero outside and then turned his attention back to me. Grant nibbled on my neck, burying his head in my cleavage and kissed my skin. He unhooked my red lace bra, and lavished attention on my nipples, making circles over my flesh.

My pussy pulsed and my entire body was on fire, relishing his touch. When his hand dropped down between my legs, I moaned.

He kissed his way slowly down my belly, and I couldn’t wait one more second for him to give me what I craved.

He pulled my panties off, kissing between my thighs down to my toes.

His fingers rubbed my clit, and the pressure made me gasp. “Tell me what you want.”

“I—I want your tongue.”

He growled, then pulled my legs apart and buried his face deep in my pussy. He licked me like it was his mission to make me come. His hand moved up my body, tugging on my nipples. I moaned and pulled his head tightly against me, rocking on his face, his nose rubbing against my clit. My reaction seemed to excite him even more. He pushed my knees up until my thighs were against my chest.

I didn’t know how long I could last; it had been so long, and he felt so amazing. Years of love, loss, lust, hatred, and longing added to the intensity of this moment.

“Oh, please. Make me come.”

Grant sucked on my clit as he pressed two fingers deep inside. I squeezed my legs tightly around his head and arched my back, coming all over his face. My body trembled, and I let out a giggle, pure bliss taking over my body and mind.

He sat back and looked at me with a satisfied grin. Setting my legs down, he pulled me up. He lifted me bridal style and carried me to his bedroom.

There was no turning back. Grant was about to fuck Ksenya. And Mia couldn’t wait another second.

I’d been fantasizing about this moment since the day I’d left him. And now, even though my body looked different, my soul danced in anticipation of being reunited with its mate.

He sat me on the corner of his bed and stood over me and pulled off his shirt. His tan skin showed off every line of definition, and his tattoos made him look like even more of a badass.

His jeans dropped next.

“Suck my cock.”

Yes, Instructor Carrion.I loved him ordering me around like I was one of his recruits. I grasped his cock with my hand, rubbing over the length, and he tangled his hand in my hair, pressing my mouth down on him.

He tasted delicious, masculine, and earthy. I licked over the head, playfully rubbing my lips over the tip.

“Stop being a tease. Suck me.”

I took him deep as he fucked the back of my mouth. I sucked deeper, harder, I couldn’t get enough. The fire grew in my pussy, and he pulled me up by my hair and threw me back down on the bed.

I spread my legs. “I need you. Fuck me, please.”