Fractured Ties by Bethany-Kris Page 0,70
this.
She was stretched full of him and aching because of it. He squeezed her throat a little bit harder as he worked his cock into her tight cunt. Those fingers of his that had been stuffed into her pussy pressed against her lips, and Maya didn’t even think twice about opening her mouth for his unspoken request.
On his skin, her come tasted tart and heady.
She sucked his fingers clean as his hips flexed forward and he started a punishing beat that had the fucking door shaking against her back. Rough and harsh … that ache between her thighs settled deeper, but it only made her want more.
“Fuck,” Kolya uttered when his fingers slipped from her mouth to leave a wet trail over her lips. “You’re going to kill me squeezing my dick like that, Maya.”
Was she clenching?
She hadn’t even realized it.
She couldn’t fucking control it.
Every thrust of his cock dragged along her nerves like they were exposed—each one brought her closer and higher.
Breathless and shaking.
“I’m gonna—”
“Come,” he said roughly, “yes, that’s what I want. Give it to me.”
She did.
So hard.
But he wasn’t even close to being done.
It seemed he had entirely forgotten about his shower and the bloody pile of clothes on the floor. Especially when he bent her over the sink, fisted her hair, and fucked her hard from behind until she’d shouted his name loud enough that her throat turned raw.
Her throat felt better, though.
After she sucked him dry.
Nothing looked better than Kolya watching her swallow his dick.
Maya would bet her life on it.
13.
VADIM MAY have thought Kolya was a stupid man, but he was far from it. And he certainly wasn’t so distracted with everything happening in his life that he didn’t notice how his father did everything in his power to divert or deflect Kolya.
For an entire week, ever since Vadim cornered Maya in the hotel room, everything from Kolya’s calls to requests for meetings had either gone unanswered, or an excuse had been given. Never from Vadim directly, but rather, whoever Kolya tried to go through to get to his father.
No, he was not stupid.
Vadim clearly thought he was, though.
Kolya was getting sick of this shit.
Currently, it was Grisha attempting to deflect Kolya’s attempt to get a meeting with his father. Actually, Grisha had been the one who’d done most of the diverting this past week. He was, essentially, Vadim’s right-hand man.
“Where is he, then?” Kolya demanded.
“I told you—busy,” Grisha replied tiredly.
“Or you could just tell me the truth and say he’s trying to keep me away until he thinks I’ve calmed down after his show with Maya.”
Grisha made a noise in the back of his throat. “If you know, why ask?”
“So that is what it is, yes?”
“Kolya—”
“Vadim is not so busy that he can’t see his oldest son for five fucking minutes.”
“He doesn’t want to see you. He doesn’t give a shit if you’re calm or not. That’s never mattered to Vadim; it doesn’t matter now, no?”
“Great. Then, you should have no fucking problem setting a meeting up between him and I. Soon.”
“I do have a problem with it, yes. I told you—he doesn’t want to see you.”
“And I don’t give a shit.”
Whatever control Grisha had on his thin patience snapped with that statement. Really, Kolya was surprised the man lasted this long. Usually, he just hung up by now, but not before telling Kolya to go play in traffic. That was Grisha’s nice way of telling someone to fuck off.
“You’re under some sort of impression that just because you demand something, I must immediately jump through hoops to give you what you want, Kolya. That’s your first mistake—try not to make another. I answer to one man and you are not that man.”
Testy.
He almost laughed.
Almost.
Except Kolya couldn’t laugh at all when he was so goddamn pissed about this whole thing. One entire week of this garbage, to be exact.
Kolya’s jaw clenched so tightly, his molars ached. Grisha was lucky he was speaking to Kolya through a goddamn phone and not face to face. This little chat would not have ended well for the older man otherwise. Kolya was not in the mood for this nonsense.
“Yet,” Kolya uttered.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me—yet, Grisha. You do not answer to me yet.” Kolya smiled when the man’s breathing slowed on the other end of the call. “Because you will answer to me eventually. Vadim made sure of it; the cross on my chest says so, yes? Don’t you forget that. Because I sure as fuck won’t forget