17. Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Talia

Aleksandr's words sounded like a threat and a promise, and it was just what I needed to hear. My pussy is already wet, and his silky-smooth voice has me teeter-tottering on the edge of an orgasm. I never thought it was possible to cum from words alone, but it might happen tonight.

Spinning me around, he bends me at the waist over the daybed. I'm leaning on my forearms when he pulls my ass into the air and spreads my legs apart. I'm already imagining his thick cock sliding into my pussy, stretching me open, when he shocks me by running his tongue up my slit. This is new. I'm not a prude, but it's safe to say my sexual interactions have been a bit bland until Aleksandr.

His smooth tongue runs up and down my slit, making me weak in the knees. He pulls open my slit with his fingers, dipping into my pussy with his tongue.

"Ohhhh…" I can't control my moans as he dives deeper with his tongue. Replacing his tongue with a thick finger, he fucks my pussy slowly. My core tightens with anticipation.

"Faster…" I beg. His throaty chuckle makes my pussy even wetter.

"You want more?" He asks, pushing in a second finger.

"Yes, yes, just like that." He fucks me faster with his fingers, making my pussy impossibly wet. I feel an orgasm building in my core as I push my pussy deeper onto his fingers. Instead of continuing to fuck me, he pulls his fingers out and shoves them into his mouth.

"You're so sweet, kiska. Sweeter than honey on my tongue." Squatting down, he wraps his lips around my clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He alternates between sucking and licking, making my belly clench.

"Oh God, yes," I murmur. Just then, he shoves two fingers into my pussy, fucking me hard and fast while his mouth works my clit. My toes curl as I feel myself getting closer to the edge. When he adds a third finger, my pussy clamps down, pushing me over the sweet edge of an orgasm.

"Yessss!" I cry out. He pulls his fingers out and continues sucking on my pussy until my body stops quivering. I go limp, falling face-first onto the daybed.

Blanketing my body with his, he brushes my hair away from my face. "We're just getting started, kiska, " he whispers. Rolling me onto my back, he stands between my legs, stroking his cock.

"Mmmm, more," I purr, dipping my finger into my sopping-wet pussy.

"You want more, baby?" He presses the tip of his cock to my slit.

"Yesss, more," I hiss.

"You're my greedy little kiska ," he teases. "You want me to fuck you hard?"

He rolls my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing his cock against my slit but not penetrating. He's driving me insane with need, and I wiggle beneath him, trying to get him to fuck me. "Aleksandr, please…" I whine, reaching for his cock.

With one hand, he grabs both my wrists and pins them above my head. "Not until I say so." He sucks my nipple into his mouth and continues teasing me with his cock. Now, my arousal is dripping down my legs. "Aleksandr! Please …fuck me…"

Before I can say another word, his lips crash down on mine, and he drives his cock deep inside me. He smooths his hands down my arms, cupping my breasts. With each thrust of his cock into me, he squeezes my breasts. There is a steady rhythm of thrusting and squeezing as he nuzzles my neck, nibbling his way down to my breasts.

I am filled to the brim as his huge cock continues to stretch me open. Settling his hands on my hips, he holds my lower body steady as he picks up the pace. His thrusts are faster and harder now, frenzied like a wild animal. I hold onto his arms with a silent scream stuck in my throat. My core tightens as my pussy clamps down on his cock.

"Cum with me, Talia," he groans, thrusting so hard into me I think he might break me in half. Closing my eyes, I shudder as an orgasm rips through me. At the same time, streams of warm cum fill me up.

Aleksandr collapses on top of me but is careful to keep his weight on his forearms so he doesn't crush me under his large frame. Stars dance behind my eyes as I enjoy the aftershocks of my orgasm.

Eventually, he rolls off me, pulling on his boxer briefs and getting dressed. I'm still lying there, my body limp, as his cum drips out of me. "Um…can I get a tissue or napkin?" I ask, a blush tinging my cheeks.

Without saying a word, he grabs some napkins from the pool bar. Instead of handing them to me, he spreads my legs apart and cleans me up himself. He's gentle yet quick as I lie there in awe, watching him. When he's finished, he leans over me, kissing me tenderly on my mouth. Then he hands me my clothes so I can dress.

I shiver in the night air, already missing the warmth from Aleksandr's body on top of mine. He puts the blanket around my shoulders and pours whiskey into a crystal glass.

"Would you like a drink?" he asks.

"Just a glass of water."

He eyes me suspiciously but doesn't say anything. I contemplate telling him about our baby while I sip the water. He has a right to know, but does he want to know? And what if I tell him, and he tries to force me to get rid of it or give it up for adoption? I will never do that. Nothing will separate me and my baby. I know what it's like to grow up without parents, without love. My baby will be loved abundantly.

Aleksandr sits behind me on the chaise lounge, wrapping his strong arms around me. "Are you cold, kiska ?"

I shake my head no, allowing his warmth to wrap around me like a cashmere scarf. Why does it feel so right when he's with me? My thoughts wander to a fantasy of us cradling our baby together, a happy little family. Snap out of it! He'll never want a family with me. He already has two children he's taking care of.

I'm torn between feeling like I belong with him and knowing I must escape the mansion and go to San Francisco with Sandy. It's the best thing I can do to stay safe and keep my baby and Sandy safe. Aleksandr will find Mikhail's killer with or without my help, so he doesn't need me to stick around.

"I'm feeling a bit wiped out. I should get to bed," I tell him, stifling a yawn.

"I will take you." Before I know what's happening, he scoops me in his arms and cradles me to his chest.

"I can walk," I giggle, feeling awkward letting him carry me.

"Why walk when I can carry you?" Aleksandr smiles at me, and I melt in his arms. Moments like this make it difficult for me to want to leave the mansion—to leave him.

Snuggling into his neck, his scent of cinnamon and cloves engulfs me. He carries me into the house, up the stairs, and to my bedroom. Laying me gently on the bed, he covers me with a blanket and then kisses me sweetly on the head.

"Good night, kiska . Have pleasant dreams." He turns off the light and closes the bedroom door behind him.

I lie there staring at the door. The room feels empty and cold without Aleksandr. I pull the blanket up to my neck and wrap it tightly around my body. I want so badly to tell him about the baby and my feelings for him, but I'm scared—too scared to consider ever telling him. Tomorrow, I will figure out a way to leave the mansion.