“Ziven?”
“I’m a lucky man, Quinn,” he murmurs. My eyes widen with his words. “Not just because you’re mine, but because you came back to me.”
“Where else would I go?” I ask. I watch as his face twists and he starts to step back. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and squeeze my fingers to try and keep him still. I look into his eyes before I continue. “There is nowhere else I would rather be, Ziven. Nowhere else on this earth I could go, because my heart would still be right here with you. I was blinded by anger and fear before I left. Then I was filled with regret; but not just because you never treated me as heinously as he did, but because I genuinely missed you. I called you, because I wanted to hear your voice, I missed you and I realized what I had with you, what I pushed away, and what I could have had.”
Ziven doesn’t respond with words. Instead, he presses his lips to mine. His tongue sweeps the seam of my lips, and I open for him, moaning when his tongue fills my mouth. He presses his hip against my stomach, and I release another moan when I feel his hard length against my belly through the material of my coat. He’s so hard, and all I can think about is how it felt to have him inside of me. It’s been months, but the memories of how good he’s always made me feel could never fade away.
“I want you,” I whisper once he breaks our kiss.
“Quinn,” he rasps.
“Please, Ziven, make me feel good,” I beg.
“Didn’t I just do that in the dressing room?” he grins.
“I need more. I need all of you, and I need to give all of myself to you.”
I SPEED, BREAKING ABOUT ten different laws as I do. I want to get home—not just my condo, but inside of Quinn. She’s my home, always has been. Even at her worst, being inside of her was always, always the best. I wrap my hand around her knee and give it a squeeze as I drive through the city, over the bridge, and back home.
Once my car tires squeal to a stop in the parking spot, I throw open my door and run to the passenger side of the vehicle to help Quinn out. She’s already standing there with a smile by the time I reach her.
Without a word, I pick her up and carry her to our condo. Thankfully, I don’t pass anybody as I do. Right now, I would probably shoot anybody who slowed me on my mission.
“Ziven,” she giggles once we’re inside.
I don’t respond, carrying her to our bedroom before setting her down to her feet. I can’t look away from her beautiful, smiling face. Goddamn, I’ve never seen her smile like this before, not ever. She’s the most beautiful thing in the world.
I want to keep her, always.
“Thank you,” she whispers as she cups my cheeks.
“For?”
“Not giving up on me, or on us,” she whispers as her eyes fill with tears.
“The way I feel for you, the change in you, all of that outweighs whatever hurt or anger I had toward you, Quinn. Maybe I’m a fucking fool, I don’t know, but it’s only you for me, katyonak.”
I pull her close to me, my lips consuming hers again. I don’t waste another moment as my fingers find the zipper at the back of her dress. I peel it down, pulling the dress off of her with my other hand.
When it falls to the floor, I take a step back and look at her. She’s fucking gorgeous, standing in front of me in nothing but high heeled boots that come to her knees, and black lace covering her tits and pussy.
I watch as her chest and cheeks tint pink at my appraisal.
“You can keep the boots on if you want to, but the rest has to go,” I mutter.
“What about you?” she asks, arching a brow.
“You’ll be ridding me of my clothes.”
“I will?” she breathes.
“Oh, yeah. Our relationship has shifted, Quinn. Nothing is the same as it once was,” I mutter. Her eyes widen, not in surprise, but in fear.
I walk up to her, wrapping my hand around her waist and cupping her cheek with my other one, forcing her to look at me.
“You have to trust me, katyonak. You must trust that I would never hurt you like that; otherwise, we won’t work.”
“I trust you,” she whispers.
I’m not sure that I believe her completely, but I think that in time she’ll trust in me more and more. I will do the same. This is something that will come with each day, as we grow closer together.
I slide my hands up her back and unhook her bra, peeling it down her arms before dropping it to the ground. She doesn’t wait for me to take her panties off. She pulls them down her hips, and I watch as they fall to the ground seconds later.
I bite my lip as I continue to watch her, unzipping her sexy boots before she takes them off. She’s standing in front of me, completely naked, completely vulnerable, and completely breathtaking. She’s standing in front of me, her body shivering with anticipation, and she’s never looked so perfect to me.
“Undress me, katyonak,” I murmur as I toe out of my shoes, kicking them to the side.
I watch with avid fascination as she steps toward me, her legs shaking with each step. She reaches up, and with her slim, shaky fingers, she begins to unbutton my shirt. I close my eyes when her cool hands touch my shoulders as she slides my shirt down my arms. I watch her pale hands travel along my tattooed chest, stopping on my belt buckle.
Wrapping my hand around her shoulder, I apply pressure gently and concentrate my gaze on her as she slowly sinks to her knees.
“You look so gorgeous down there, Quinn,” I rasp.
She looks up at me through her lashes, and my cock strains even more against the zipper of my slacks. I watch as she unbuckles, unzips and pushes my pants down my legs. I step out of them, and then she also strips each foot of my socks. When she reaches back up to take off my boxer briefs, I wrap my hands around hers and squeeze.
“This shift of power, it’s not meant to scare you,” I say.
“I know. I’m not scared. I’m nervous,” she admits. It confuses me. It must show on my face because she lets out a heavy breath before she continues. “What if I don’t feel the same? What if you don’t like being with me?”
I’m taken aback by her words. They are not what I expected at all.
I move my hands down her arms, cupping her cheeks and looking at her before speaking, trying my hardest to assure that she hears me, hears what I’m about to tell her.
“I know for a fact that it will not feel the same, Quinn. It’s going to feel better,” I say.
“How?”
“It’s going to feel better, not only because you’re now willingly giving me your body, but also because you’ve given your heart to me.”
“Ziven,” she whispers as her eyes fill with tears.
I don’t make her take my boxers off. I strip them off myself and pick her up off of the floor before carrying her to the bed and lying her on her back in the center. My eyes never break contact with hers, and I hope to fuck she believes what I’m saying to her, as it’s the absolute truth.
I back away from her once she’s lying on the bed, and I grin. She looks amazing, lying naked on my bed, the dark sheets surrounding her blonde hair and pale skin—her green eyes wide, still timid, and a little scared.
“Spread your legs,” I order.
I watch as she spreads her legs slightly, keeping her knees locked straight. I almost laugh, but I bite back my chuckle and my smile.
“I want to see all of you, katyonak. Bend your knees and spread your legs as wide as you can.”
“I don’t know if I can,” she whispers.
“You can. Show me all of you, Quinn,” I urge.
I’m in no rush. I’m a patient man, and I can wait, so I do just that. It takes her a good two full minutes before she does as I’ve asked. My eyes drop to her pink pussy, and I lick my lips. It looks so tempting, right in front of me, and slick with her desire. I wrap my hand around my cock and squeeze the head, trying to keep myself from fucking her into the mattress without regard for her satisfaction.
“Fuck your
self for me,” I demand.
I watch as goosebumps break out over her entire body, and she slowly moves her hand down her stomach and stops just above her pussy.
“I don’t know if I can,” she admits.
“Show me, Quinn. Show me how badly you want this,” I grunt, wrapping my hand around my cock again.
Without a word, I watch as she dips one of her slim fingers inside of her cunt, gently guiding it in and out a few times before she swirls it around her clit.
“Pinch your nipples,” I mutter with a stroke of my cock.
I fight back a groan when she cups her tit with her hand and pinches, then pulls on her hardened nipple. When she does it on the other side, I can’t hold back my groan; it’s deep and long as I watch her begin to truly enjoy her own body.
I crawl between her legs, without her even noticing it. She’s got her head back, eyes closed, and her back arched. She’s on the verge of her release, and as much as I want to watch her come, I need to taste her.
I wrap my hand around her wrist and gently tug her hand away from her center. She gasps, but I don’t give her a chance to say anything before I bury my face in her cunt and throw her legs over my shoulders.
“Oh, my god,” she cries out.
It isn’t enough. I bring her with me, wrapping my hands around her waist as I roll onto my back.
“Ziven?” she asks, her knees braced on either side of my face.
“Ride my face. Come all over me,” I demand.
Timidly, she lowers down her pussy, just grazing my lips. With my hands still wrapped around her waist, I yank her down on my face, ignoring her gasp as I move my hands to her hips, gripping her and moving her body my damn self.
“Oh, shit,” she whispers.
I feel her hips begin to move on their own. I slide my hands up her sides and around to cup her tits. I pinch her nipples and tug on them as she rides my face, my tongue tasting her as she climbs closer toward her release.
Her thighs resting next to my head start to shake, and she throws back her head as she screams, her release flooding my mouth. Fucking hell. I watch her come completely undone right before my eyes, and it’s amazing.
I don’t give her any time to recover as I move my hands to her waist and pull her down my body, positioning her right above my cock. Holding my dick firmly with one hand, I line it up with her warm pussy, and slowly lower her down over my length.
“Ven,” she moans as she sinks completely down on me.
I cup her breasts again, letting the pads of my thumbs glide over her hard nipples.
“Ride me,” I order.
“Ziven,” she says biting her lip.
She doesn’t move, her eyes opening, and staring down at me with her body stone still.
I lift my hand and smack her ass, just hard enough to make her skin sting, but not to leave a mark.
“Ride. Me.”
She lifts her body slowly before falling down. I watch the grimace of slight pain, from being overly sensitive, flash across her face. I can’t stop myself from smiling. Fuck, I did that.
I made her come just moments ago, and I’m about to make her do it again. I reach down between us and press my thumb against her clit, gently rubbing her nub.
“It hurts,” she whimpers.
“But in a minute, it’s going to feel so fucking good. Ride it out, katyonak. You’re such a good girl for me, Quinn. You can do it,” I urge as I watch her above me.
“Okay, Ven,” she whispers shakily.
I keep one hand firmly wrapped around her hip and the other at our connection, my thumb gently stroking her clit.
“Lean back,” I instruct.
She does, sending a shiver up my spine when her nails dig into my thighs.
“Oh, my god, you feel so amazing,” she moans as she slams down and thrusts her hips against my thumb, searching for the connection between it and her clit. “I’m close again,” she whispers.
I stroke her clit a little harder as her body starts to shake. I can feel her pussy fluttering around my cock, and I know without a doubt she’s about to strangle the fuck out of me. I can’t wait.
“Oh, my god,” she repeats.
Then she cries out as her entire body starts to convulse before she falls forward.
I don’t give her even a breath to come down. Her pussy is warm and tight, and my need to pound inside of her is too much to bear. I roll us over and I shove my arm under her knee, spreading her thigh for me. I rear back and I thrust inside of her.
“Ziven,” she screams as her hands fly to my biceps.
“Take me,” I grunt as sweat starts to drip down my face and chest.
“It hurts. Oh, my god,” she whimpers.
“It doesn’t. Fuck katyonak, you feel amazing,” I murmur as my eyes glance down and I watch my cock disappear in her wet cunt.
“I can’t take anymore,” she cries out.
“You can, Quinn. You’re such a good girl,” I mutter, lifting my face to look into her eyes. I watch as she bites down on her bottom lip and nods.
My hips move on their own, thrusting and pounding, slamming against her clit with each stroke. I lift one of my hands and wrap it around the side of her neck, my thumb sliding over her bottom lip to tug it from between her teeth.
My arm is shaking as I hold her leg open, but the burn is worth it. Her warm wet heat is better than I remember, wetter than it’s ever been, and mine—all mine.
I feel my back tingle, and I know that I’m close to my own climax. I want one more from her first. I slide my hand from her neck, down the center of her chest, feeling her damp skin as I do, knowing that it’s me making her sweat, and feeling victorious over it.
“Ziven,” she whimpers when my thumb presses against her clit.
Her back arches completely off of the bed, and I rub against her rapidly. I’m seconds away from exploding inside of her. Quinn gasps and lifts her head, her eyes wild. Then her pussy squeezes me so tight it, almost hurts. That’s when I finally let go. My cock jerks and twitches inside of her as I lower my face to her neck and groan out my climax before releasing her leg and completely collapsing on top of her.
I lie completely still, inside and on top of Quinn, my katyonak. I grunt when I feel her pussy squeeze me, and her nails start to gently run up and down my back.
“I came three times,” she murmurs in my ear.
Lifting my head, I look down at her and see that she’s got a gorgeous lazy smile on her face. I lift up onto my elbow and trace her face with my other hand, tucking some of her sweat soaked hair behind her ear.
“You did, and it was beautiful every single time,” I say.
“But, how… did I feel, different?” she asks uncertainly.
“You did,” I admit with a nod. I watch as her face falls. I press my hips into hers, my cock still half-mast inside of her pussy. “You felt better than before.”
“How?”
“You’re mine now,” I state simply. “Before, when we fucked, it was hurried. You were always pissed, and I felt like I was always forcing you, even when you relented every time.”
“You never forced me, not ever, Ziven,” she admits.
“I’m glad for that, I truly am. Now, though, it’s all different. You willingly gave yourself to me. We fucked in a bed,” I chuckle. “I was able to play with you a little, and watch you, and now I’m able to hold you.”
“You’re not at all the man I expected you to be, Ven. Not even a little,” she whispers as a tear falls down the side of her temple. “I’ve made so many mistakes.”
“We’re people. That’s normal.”
“What I’ve done isn’t normal,” she says through trembling lips.
“Dwelling will do no good, Quinn. I don’t wish to discuss it further,” I state.
I watch as she nods, but she’s still thinking about it, about the past, and about the hells she survived with Oswald Johnson. She’s putting a damper on what we’ve just shared, and it pisses me off.
; I slide out of her, placing a kiss to her temple and leaving her in the bed before going to the bathroom. I lock the door behind me and walk over to the sink, bracing my palms on the counter as I drop my head and then lift my eyes to look at myself.
I’m a goddamn cunt for this woman. I would do anything for her happiness, always would. Maybe that’s why she’s never had a problem being a bitch to me, because I’m a pussy. Even now, I fuck her, she only dwells on the past, and I don’t say a fucking thing about it. I run my fingers through my hair, annoyed with myself, with her, and with our situation.
A few minutes later, the locked door opens, and I watch through the mirror as she walks up behind me and wraps her arms around my waist.
“How’d you get in?” I grunt.
“I used the ghost key on top of the doorframe,” she whispers as I feel her lips touch the center of my back.
Standing still, I watch as she slinks under my arm until she’s plastered to my front, her naked tits pressed against my chest, and her head tipped all the way back to look into my eyes. I stay completely still, watching and waiting to see what she does next.
“I’m sorry. What we shared was better than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life, and I brought a black cloud over it all,” she whispers.
“I know you’ve been through hell. I know it—but I feel like I’m running in circles here,” I admit.
“No, Ziven, no,” she exhales. “Maybe I should talk to somebody.”
“I can’t allow that, and we’re not set up here to have a counselor on payroll,” I announce. Her spine straightens and she gives me a jerky nod.
“You talk to me, Quinn,” I rumble.
“I can’t talk to you,” she says, pinching her eyes closed tightly.
“Then you find a girlfriend in the Bratva and you talk to her. This isn’t the regular world, you know this, katyonak.”
“I do,” she admits, opening her eyes and looking at me again.
“You want to stay with me?” I ask, feeling like an even bigger cunt.
“Constantly.”
I dip my chin and lower my face so that my lips are almost touching hers—not kissing her, but almost—before I speak.
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