Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Coming never felt so good. Half my soul ripped out my cock in the jets I pumped inside her. Snarling, thrashing, grunting, I went full primal as our orgasm fused us together.
I could feel her in every pulse, just the same as she could feel me each time my cock twitched and spat fire up into her. Shit, we were completely toasty by the end, but on the way there I forgot we were fucking buck naked outside.
Thank fuck the cool night air blanketed us. For the first time since we'd started, I actually felt cold, listening to her make little sighs as she recovered her senses.
“You're one helluva fuck for being so new to it, babe,” I said, tugging her to my chest.
She answered me with a long, hot kiss. The girl knew how to tease, even when my dick was so numb and zonked out it felt like it'd take a thousand years to recover.
More like a thousand milli-seconds at the rate we were going. I pulled out and kissed her again, rolling her on her back, letting more blood pool into my dick. I fisted her hair and held her down while we kissed, letting my teeth get into it when she moaned into my mouth.
Before I knew it, I was hard as stone again.
It was the start of two more sanity stripping fucks out in the old gazebo. If my old man could've seen the shit I did to her in his favorite spot, he probably would've jumped outta his grave and bought me a tall shot of good vodka.
When our fires burned cooler and we were both half-frozen, I gathered up our clothes and helped her dress. The servants asked no questions as I carried her inside. They got paid good money to keep their fucking mouths shut and treat every Ivankov brother like any other gold plated swinging dick.
A steady pay check and common blood rooted in Mother Russia did a lot to make sure we never got traitors in our house.
I carried her up to her room and laid her down, lighting a fire to warm us both up. Yeah, we fucked again, two or three more times. The last time my dick shot off inside her was bittersweet.
A couple more kisses, and she was out like a light, giving me ample opportunity to do what I needed. The little bag the servants left out for her was waiting by the door. I grabbed my pants off the floor and fished out the small circular plastic chip Daniel had pieced together.
How that boy came up with these fucked up inventions, I'd never understand. The CIA and FSB would've drooled their fucking hearts out at the size of this thing.
It easily hooked to the side of her purse like a little bead. GPS and a microphone. We'd be able to see everywhere she went, and hear her the second she started talking to her bastard uncle.
It's for her good and yours. Just turn her loose with this shit and bring it to a close. She never has to know.
Yeah. Yeah, fucking right.
If only I could've believed it would be that easy. Guilt jumped up and bit me in the ass, sinking its venom deep. Compromising with my brothers wasn't neat and pretty. In this case, it was downright fucked.
What's a man supposed to do when the only way to save the woman he loves and his only family was to betray her like this?
Shit. Did I just feel the L-word rattling around in my brain?
Too many questions for tonight. I slipped outta her room and stepped into mine, downing a few smooth shots of vodka from my liquor cabinet before I returned. I crashed down on the bed and she nuzzled her way to my chest.
The girl trusted me, wanted me. Mission accomplished. It was only for a week or so, and this would all be over, as soon as she was able to tell us where to corner Gioulio and put him down.
I'd been around long enough to know a fucking lot can happen in a week. The plan might go off perfect, or she might find the dirty secret in her purse and blow it all to hell.
There was nothing left to do but sleep through my doubts 'til morning. I held her so fucking tight I thought she'd wake up, but she didn't. My girl slept in my arms, murmuring like a kitten every few breaths, ticking down the seconds 'til fate called us both to the bench and decided whether we'd burn or live our lives in bliss.
I kissed her hard, just short of bruising her lips, in the entryway the next day. My brothers lurked in the background, not saying shit. Daniel gave me the evil eye, silently telling me I'd better have planted the bug on her like we agreed.
I tuned them out. This whole sick situation melted in my lips on hers, a kiss so savory it would soothe our time apart.
“Take care of yourself, babe. You know how to get me on that burner phone anytime. Keep it away from your dickhead uncle.”
“You know I will,” she said, brushing her lips over mine one last time. “I never thought all I'd want while leaving you would be to come straight back. I didn't think Stockholm Syndrome was real either...”