Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

R aphaella

While I might have fumbled like some kid before, not right now.

Right now, I was concentrating on the fact I was so hungry for his cock, the sounds I made were more like a lion or tiger. Instead of pushing me away, he laughed.

"You are going to be taught lesson after lesson." Aleksander's husky voice could arouse a dead person. Every bit of the tone was incredible, creating a vibe of sensuality as well as utter domination.

The combination was even more irresistible today.

He planted his hands on his sides as I managed to unfasten the belt, fighting only slightly with the button and zipper before succeeding. I wanted access to every single inch of him, but I also wanted to take my time basking in his beauty.

As I peeled the material of his trousers over his hips, taking his boxer shorts with them, I was forced to suck in my breath. The man wasn't just gorgeous in his upper torso. He was absolutely perfect between his legs. His cock was long and thick, the tip purplish from the desire he felt. His balls were hanging low, already full of seed and my mouth watered to a point it wasn't very ladylike.

After ripping his pants to the floor, he gripped my head, fisting a bunch of hair, his breathing already as ragged as mine. "You started this, baby. You're going to finish it."

His command was enthralling. "Yes, sir." Right or not, the word managed to be easy to say around him.

"Now, open that pretty little mouth of yours so I can drive my cock deep inside."

I wasn't quite ready to do that, instead wrapping one hand around the base and lifting. After blowing on the tip several times, I slipped my tongue around his cockhead three times, trying my best to pull back right away.

He was chuckling in that dark tone of his, the man already rolling onto the balls of his feet. "Be very careful or I'm going to be extremely rough."

"What if I like it rough?" I was purring the words, not saying them. I darted my tongue back and forth across his sensitive slit, my body still shaking. I'd never had such a strong reaction. The moment I pulled the tip into my mouth, I used my strong jaw muscles to suck.

He was now the one moaning as well as half laughing, his hold firmer than before. "Be very careful what you ask for."

I allowed myself to enjoy the moment, twisting my hand around the base, using the fingers of the other to roll his testicles through my fingers. And I couldn't help but squeeze them, even giving him a mischievous look. "Oh, I'm not just asking. You see. I'm a rough and tumble girl, not some frivolous princess."

The way an evil grin crossed his face would ordinarily send icy chills down my spine but I was already overheated at this point.

"Then baby, you're in for a rough ride." Damn if the man didn't shock me once again. His pants were still strangling his ankles but with no hindrance whatsoever, he lifted me from the floor, tossing me several feet in midair.

I landed directly in the center of the bed, almost toppling off the other side. By the time I was able to react, he'd ripped off his trousers. I tried to run away.

He snagged my arm.

I kicked out as I'd done before.

He spun me over onto my stomach, issuing several brutal cracks of his hand against my backside before rolling me over once again.

I was still in a playful mood, laughing even as he crawled onto the bed. But the man was serious. I could tell and not just by the look in his eyes but also by the way he wrapped one hand around my throat while straddling my upper body.

"You will learn. One way or the other. Open that mouth of yours."

I obeyed instantly this time. I honestly wasn't certain if I liked anything as rough as what I knew he could give but pushing every button seemed the right thing to do. I slammed my fists into his chest, trying to laugh as well as pull myself out of his hold.

He did little more than dig his fingers into my skin while wrapping his hand around the base of his cock. "Open up or else."

Which of course prompted me to purse my lips shut. I already noticed several drops of pre-cum and it was impossible not to dart out my tongue. He rolled the tip around my lips, finally allowing me to gather the incredible beads in my mouth.

The taste instantly set my soul afire. Sweet and tangy at the same time, I was shocked how much I liked it. Then again, I did enjoy just about every aspect of the man.

"Good girl. Now, wider. Much, much wider." His voice was throaty, a whisper of velvet caressing my naked skin.

He made it impossible not to open my mouth like the good girl he wanted me to be and without hesitation, he thrust several inches inside. Thank God, it wasn't more or I would have choked on the thickness.

He was huge, but I did my best to relax my throat, swishing my tongue back and forth as he gently thrust. With his big warning, I wasn't certain what to expect but he was being more tender than I believed he could be.

As soon as I didn't seem to have any issue obeying him, he took his hand away from his cock, planting it on the comforter over my head. There was no doubt he was in full control.

And I loved it.

I managed a few seconds later to wiggle my arms free, instantly sliding one hand between his legs while I returned to twisting my hand on the base of his shaft.

His breathing was so labored his chest was rising and falling. I even noticed the vein on the side of his neck was pulsing erratically.

He began pumping a little faster, a little harder until the tip hit the back of my throat.

"I think I'll do this every day. When we wake up, you suck my cock. When we go to bed, you suck my cock. Come to think of it, anytime I point to the floor, you're going to crawl toward me and suck my cock. I don't care if we have visitors, that's part of your duties."

I wasn't honestly certain if he was kidding or not, but the salacious thought kept my pussy throbbing.

The scent of both of us was now almost as powerful as his actions.

He was enjoying himself tremendously, starting to fuck my mouth like a wild man. I knew him to be a savage, but he was determined to prove it.

I did my best to keep some control but around him, it was all but impossible. I finally gave in to him, staring up at him with lust in my eyes as he fucked my mouth.

This was filthy, so sinful I had a feeling we'd both burn in hell, but I didn't care. I continued to suck and swirl my tongue, enjoying every moment of the way he was panting like an animal. At least I knew I was getting to him just like he'd done with me.

We might be an odd combination but the joy of relaxing, of the extreme passion was unlike anything I had or thought I'd experience.

He continued pumping into my mouth until I squeezed his testicles again. His sounds were now more leonine as he threw his head back, roaring toward the ceiling. I prayed to God the walls were soundproof.

Seconds later, he pulled out, jerking back onto his feet with enough force I was certain he was going to stumble and fall. I rose onto my elbows, licking my lips in an exaggerated way just to continue teasing him. The look on his face was completely carnal.

I was given quite the fantastic view as he raked his hands through his disheveled hair. Even his eyes appeared dilated, but it was his muscular, carved body I was more interested in. I allowed my eyes to fall ever so slowly down from his face, marveling at the number of tattoos. I knew each one had a meaning, at least two with Russian sayings. At some point, I'd ask him what they meant. For now, I was enjoying the colorful ink.

Why was it that so many men had tattoos covering portions of their bodies? The only difference with him was that in a buttoned-up suit, no one would know who or what he was. He was truly an icon inside any courtroom, setting the tone for all the other attorneys, new or experienced. I couldn't wait to see him in action.

Sadly, I had the distinct feeling that it would be the first and last time. I'd heard him mention to one of his men that he was going to take a leave of absence. Was there that much danger floating around us? I guess in my position I would soon learn the ins and outs of the mafia business, more so than with my father. He'd done his best to shut out all three of his kids.

With Aleksander, I had a feeling he didn't care what I knew. He would be forced to trust me as I would with him. The thought was honestly riveting.

I had no more time to think or plot as he crawled onto the bed, immediately pushing me more into the center. When he planted both elbows on either side of me, I sucked in and held my breath, still intoxicated and lightheaded from his exotic aftershave.

As he slowly lowered his head, his lips plump and rosy, he shifted his gaze back and forth. This time, he whispered words in Russian that he didn't translate but the sound was rich and seductive. He brushed his lips across mine, still mumbling, the slight vibrations sending more than a single wave of tingles down the backs of my legs.

The kiss was light. At first. But as he opened and closed my lips with his, taking his time to enjoy the moment, I sensed nothing else about him at this moment was going to be gentle.

Not that I wanted him to be.

"All mine," he whispered when he pulled back momentarily, using his thumb to brush hair from my forehead. "A very bad girl."

This time, the sentiment made me laugh. He had no idea how bad I could be. I wrapped my arms around his neck, forcing his head back down. I became the aggressor, capturing his lips for a change. The taste of him was exactly like his scent, rich and luscious.

He darted his tongue inside, moving his arms closer to my head. As usual, he resumed control, dominating my entire mouth with his. I found myself arching my back, struggling to get closer to him, even wrapping both legs around his hips.

The way he glanced down at what I'd done, the crazy smile curling on his lips was a reminder that for all my efforts, I would never be in charge.

"Beautiful. Bratty. Bodacious."

"Am I?" I asked. How quickly things could change, including between us. I don't know if I was being stupid, but I needed enjoyment.

His answer was sliding the tip of his cock up and down the length of my pussy before driving the entire length inside. He remained close, his lips dangerously so while I screamed from the brutal thrust.

"Oh. My. God." My pussy muscles immediately ached, my mind spinning from the luxurious feeling. It was delicious and sinful, the moment exactly what I'd hoped for. His cock was even bigger as it throbbed inside of me.

"So tight. So wet."

And I was.

How could any man make me feel so amazing, longing for this to continue for a long period of time?

He pulled almost all the way out, taking his time to slowly plunge back in. I could swear his shaft was expanding, growing larger by the second. How was that even possible?

"You continue to break my rules." His voice was gravelly as he shifted his hips back and forth.

"Fuck your rules."

"Speak to me like that again, princess, and I'll need to wash that nasty mouth out with soap. That's what all brats deserve."

"You wouldn't dare." I knew teasing him wasn't in my best interest but as usual, I couldn't seem to help myself.

He placed his finger across both of my lips, giving me a stern look. "You really don't want to tease and push a man like me. Do you?"

"Maybe I do." When he thrust into me again, I raked my nails over his shoulder, down his muscular back.

He wrapped his arm around one of my bent legs, pulling it over his other shoulder. "Then I guess you'll need to be taught yet another lesson." The tender emotional side of him seemed to be gone, replaced with a man on a mission. He pumped into me like a wild man, pushing so many of my erotic buttons that I was not only caught off guard.

I was breathless, fighting to maintain focus so I could watch everything he was doing, basking in his beauty.

I realized just how perfect our connection truly was.

And that if anyone knew how close we were, we would indeed be targets. Everything about that moment was as freeing as it was damning. But damn if I didn't want more.

Much more.