spotted it and her eyebrows rose slightly. “Aren’t you tired?”
“For you, never.”
Her cheeks dimpled at my answer. She gently placed a hand on my thigh, dangerously close to my less intelligent head.
“Since you were so welcoming to your territory,” she murmured, “it’s only fair I welcome you into mine.”
Fire seemed to thunder through me, tightening and hardening my body.
My smile grew darker. “That sounds like the right thing to do.”
Elena tossed her hair over her shoulder, deeming it in the way, before unbuttoning my pants. I helped her lower them, running my fingers through her hair.
So many times, I had pictured this scenario, Elena on her knees, her hands and tongue worshipping me. The setting had changed each time: bedroom, office, stables, the banya.
The real thing was so much better.
“You look proud of yourself,” she noted. Her hot breath blew onto my cock, only igniting me further.
“Do I?” I leaned against the back of the couch, tilting my head so I could see her. I ran my hand over her head, cupping the back of it. “I hadn’t noticed.”
Wickedness gleamed in her eyes. “We’ll see how long it lasts.”
“I guess we—”
Elena took me in her mouth, lips and teeth and tongue. Pleasure rocked through me as she bobbed her head up and down, working me in long slow strokes.
My head tipped back on its own accord. “Lyubimaya.”
I felt her smile around me.
Her hands fondled my balls, her thumb rubbing in slow circles. Every now and then, her fingers would press into the side of my cock, intensifying the touch and feel of her tongue.
She seemed content to play, to tease. The graze of her teeth caused a growl low in my chest.
“Play nice,” I warned.
“You didn’t,” she murmured around my cock.
I twisted my fingers through her hair, trying to gain back some control, but it was too late. Elena had won this game, had me at her command and a servant in her territory. When she pressed her tongue into the slit of my tip, pleasure roared through me and Elena’s game came to an end.
But when she looked up at me, lips glistening and eyes wide, I almost came again.
This woman has me in the palm of her hands, I thought, releasing my grip on her hair.
Elena smiled and wiped her mouth. Cum dripped onto the couch.
“What a welcoming gift,” I murmured. “I hope no other guests receive such a gift.”
She shrugged, a challenge in her expression.
I could play one more game.
I reached forward in a burst of strength, pulling her to me. She was flushed against me, the feel of her breasts almost distracting me. Trapped in my grip, all Elena could do was glare, not happy to be yanked around.
I pressed my teeth to her ear, breathing her in. “No one else in this world will ever get a blowjob from you, Elena.” No euphemisms, no teasing. “I will slaughter them and make you watch on your knees.”
All she said was, “Ditto.”
We stayed there until the first rays of sunlight shaded the horizon in pinks and purples. She dozed in my arms, her mind settling for once. I couldn’t find sleep, the throbbing of my head returning without Elena to distract me.
Elena twisted in my arms as it grew brighter, blinking blearily up at me. “You look pale.” Even tired, her voice held its natural factual tone.
I rubbed my nose into her head. “It’s nothing,” I murmured.
“We have to go to breakfast soon,” she said.
She was right. I could hear the household waking up all around us, from Anton’s giggling to the smell of pancakes. We even heard a loud crash, followed by Danika yelling she was okay.
But neither of us moved.
Artyom began yelling that breakfast was ready.
Elena was the first to draw away. She took our conjoined warmth with her. I watched as she wrapped the blanket around her shoulders.
“Let’s go eat,” I rose to my feet, straightening my trousers.
A wave of dizziness washed over me, momentarily blurring my vision.
“Kon?” Elena’s voice seeped through. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine—”
Darkness took a sudden hold on me.
The last thing I remember was the floor rising to greet me.
25
Elena Falcone
My grip on the bed tightened.
“Konstantin would want us to stay calm,” Artyom was saying behind me.
“FUCK CALM!” Roman hollered. “Kostya is dying and you expect me to be fucking calm?”
“We can’t know anything until the doctor gets here,” Roksana soothed.
“You’re not fucking blind, Roks. You can see what I see.”
Artyom growled. “Watch how you speak to her.”
Roman let out a