His (Ties That Bind #2) - Natasha Knight Page 0,42

knees up. “But what I need right now is to fuck you the way I need to fuck you.”

He lifts up and looks down at me like this, everything open and exposed to him. He licks his lips.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” He pushes my knees wider and thrusts into me, forcing the breath from me. “And so fucking tight.”

He’s rough when he fucks me, the opposite of his mouth.

“Christ.” He draws out, keeping my legs wide as we both look at where his cock glistens. “Get on your hands and knees,” he tells me, but he doesn’t wait for me to move. Instead, he flips me over and hauls my hips up, forcing my knees wider than is comfortable and splaying my ass open before dipping his head down to lick my pussy. There’s that soft again, but it’s gone in an instant, and he grips a handful of hair and tugs my head backward as he drills into me.

My back arches, and I slip one hand between my legs to play with my clit. The sound of our fucking is loud and wet, skin slapping against skin, his groans and my moans, and when I feel him thicken, feel that familiar twitch just before he comes, I come too, my walls pulsating around him as if to milk him. He thrusts one final time and stills deep inside me, throbbing, emptying into me.

When it’s over, we both collapse. Him behind me, one arm heavy around my waist.

I move to go to the bathroom and clean up, but he tugs me closer.

“I want my smell on you. My cum inside you.” He slips his hand down over my belly and cups my pussy, smearing what’s leaked out into me, the sensation too much for my still sensitive clit. “I’m going to put another baby in you, Kat.”

I quell the hope that creeps up at his words. It’s too early to say yet, so I don’t say anything. Instead, I lie on my back and turn to him. In the light coming in from around the curtains, I can see his face. I brush back his unruly hair and run my palm along his scruffy chin.

He leans down, and I meet him halfway to kiss him. It’s a long, soft kiss, and it makes me think we have time. That time is maybe finally on our side.

When he draws back, he lies on his side and looks at me. He fingers a lock of my hair.

“Can you wash the black out?”

“Does that mean it’s safe?”

He gives the tiniest tilt of his head as he considers, and I think I have my answer. No. Not yet.

“What did Gleb want with you?” I ask.

He shifts so he’s lying on his back, and it’s like he shutters himself off. He’s done this before, in the very beginning that morning at his house.

“Just some business. Nothing you need to worry about.”

I get up on one elbow and rest my head in my hand. I touch his chest, tracing the muscles over it down to his cut belly. I touch his scars too, and I think about that business. About what he’s done.

“I want to know, Lev.”

“No, Kat. You won’t know that side. Ever.”

I study him, then lay my hand flat against his chest and feel the muscle beneath it, feel the strength. I’m comforted by it.

“Do you have to work for him now?”

He looks momentarily confused. “Your father?”

My father.

“Gleb,” I amend. I’m not yet ready to call him my father.

“No. Once this is done, I’m out. You, me, Josh and…” He puts his hand on my belly. “And the rest of our family will lead normal, boring lives. We’ll move to Colorado if you want to go back. Hell, maybe I’ll buy a pair of khakis like your boyfriend.”

“Luke wasn’t my boyfriend and please never buy khakis.” I lie back with a laugh and close my hand over his.

“Don’t worry, there’s no risk of that happening.”

I turn my face to watch him. “Do you mean it? Will he let us go?”

“You’re his daughter. Josh is his grandson. He’ll want to be a part of that, and I won’t stop him. I think that’s only right. But we’re not in that life anymore. That’s over. As soon as my piece of shit uncle shows his ugly face, it’s over.”

I shudder with a sudden chill.

Lev pulls the blanket up over us.

“He’s still out there? Vasily?”

Lev nods.

“His men?”

“Only someone with a death wish will have anything to do with