“Might have saved your life?” she echoed. “I totally saved your life. It seems I have to do that quite often. That should get me out of trouble for the next few years.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Next few years? Are you expecting to jack up for the next few years and get away with it because you might have saved my life a time or two?”
“Well,” she hedged. “Maybe not years.”
“I think you’ve forgotten you damaged my property.”
She looked puzzled. “Your property?”
He lifted the hem of the shirt she was wearing. His shirt. She wore her favorite, a button-down flannel that she’d found somewhere. On her it looked sexy. On him, not so much. He slid his hand lightly down the rake mark that ran from the top of her thigh to her calf. It had been very deep and would forever leave a scar.
“My property,” he reiterated.
“Well, that’s true,” she agreed reluctantly. “Maybe not years,” she repeated. “A few months.”
“Now that I look at this, it makes me angry again.” It made him feel sick to his stomach. He hadn’t been there. Thankfully, Vikenti and Zinoviy had done their jobs.
Ania slipped off his lap to the floor, right between his legs, and his cock instantly reacted to the sight of her like that. She covered his growing cock with her palm, rubbing gently, all the while looking up at him innocently, as if she wasn’t trying to distract him.
“I don’t think I want you angry with me, Mitya.”
There was no way to be angry with her, even if he really had cause. Not when she could make every nerve ending in his body come alive the way she did.
“Sit with your back to the ottoman,” he instructed. He liked that the ottoman was low.
She did so immediately.
“Unbutton that shirt and take it off, your panties too.” He stood up, towering over her.
Ania slid each button free and shrugged out of the too-big shirt and then slid the panties from her body. The sight of her breasts added steel to his cock. He went to the end table drawer and retrieved his favorite toys. He loved playing with her. They’d spent nearly the last two weeks in the bedroom, and he’d been a gentle, considerate lover, so conscious of her injury.
The threat of Lazar was over, and in his place, a new enemy had risen, but their coalition would always have new enemies. This one would be no different than all the others. Now that the doctor had told him the wound on Ania’s leg was well on the way to healing and out of danger of infection, he could relax. And he could play. He could have her any way he wanted her.
He crouched down, licked at her nipple and then sucked hard, using tongue and teeth to get her ready. The clamp pinched hard enough to simulate his fingers when he was being rough. He clamped both nipples, smiling wickedly at her hiss of breath as he did so. The double-looped chain hung down, swinging slightly, causing that same sexy hiss. He flicked it once and then moved his hand between her legs to feel her slick heat.
“You like your jewelry, don’t you, kotyonok?”
She couldn’t very well deny it when he had the evidence right there. He waited for her nod before he showed her the vibrator. It was large, thick and shaped very much like his cock. It had bumps on it to rub along every sensitive nerve ending. He held it to her mouth until she opened for him. Once it was wet, he pushed it slowly inside her, fucking her with it for a stroke or two before turning it on low. She gasped. He took her hand and curled her fingers around it.
“Just like that, baby.”
He stood and shed his clothes, watching her the entire time. She looked so sexy, sitting just exactly as he’d placed her, waiting for him. Waiting for his instructions. He dropped his hand on her head and caressed her scalp and then applied pressure until her head tilted all the way back, exposing the vulnerability of her throat to him. The leopard in him appreciated that submissive pose.
He straddled her, one leg on either side of her body, his cock and balls hanging over her head. “Open your mouth, Ania and turn the vibrator to medium.”
She licked her lips and then did as he said, opening her mouth for him. He waited a heartbeat,