Dangerous Liaisons (Crimson Legion MC #1)

6. CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SIX

I t was a perfect night for a swim, and without hesitation, she changed into a swimsuit upon her return home. Kira stayed behind at the clubhouse, checking on her only a split second before, when satisfied she would be okay, she had cornered Eddie. The man had not objected to her advances, and Isabella knew she was all but forgotten. In the back of her mind, she knew she should forbid the interaction between the two, but it had been too long since the woman had enjoyed herself. The years since Nikolai’s death had been hard on them, so the idea of ruining a simple moment of happiness for her friend seemed ridiculous to even debate .

Isabella allowed herself to tread water as she stared up at the night sky. She missed Russia, but there was something about California and her home that she couldn’t bring herself to be apart from for long. The house was too big for her and Mikhail, even with Kira staying there, but it had been the last piece of property Nikolai purchased before his death. She couldn’t bring herself to sell it.

Instead, she had returned a year later after his death and furnished it enough to where it had become a loving, safe home for her son. While he had only been there a few times, his room possessed all of his favorite toys and a closet full of clothes for the times she allowed him to travel with her. Her earlier call to Mikhail almost brought her to tears. He was growing so fast, his world opening to his questioning curiosity, and not a day went by that he didn’t remind her of his father.

After a few laps, she pulled herself from the water and wrapped herself in a robe. She towel dried her hair as she made her way to the kitchen, the act of grabbing a glass from a cabinet almost a nightly ritual at this point. She poured vodka into the cup and added a few ice cubes. It was halfway to her lips when the surveillance monitor next to the coffee machine captured her attention. She lowered the glass onto the counter, and a familiar motorcycle parked in the driveway, two guards approaching the rider.

Glass in hand, she ventured toward the front door and gave little thought to her state of dress before she opened it to stare at her visitor with a raised eyebrow. She motioned him inside, shooing her guards away with a wave of her hand, before shutting the door.

Xavier glanced over her robe and wet hair. “Before you yell at me, I only wanted to check-”

There was no smart reasoning behind it, no debate or thought why, but Isabella didn’t allow him the chance to finish before she pressed her lips to his. The spark she feared would existed, the contact of her mouth on his causing her to press into his taller frame. Xavier sucked in a gulp of air out of surprise, but the act was fleeting as the kiss deepened and he wrapped his arms around her.

She barely paid attention to the glass when it fell from her hand and shattered into pieces on the floor. All she knew was the feel of him beneath her fingers, her hands grabbing onto him at the same time he lifted her off her feet. She hooked her legs around his waist and continued to kiss him. Cradling her ass in the palm of his hands, he carried her into the living room and lowered her onto the couch. She didn’t give him time to back away, clutching at the leather vest, and connecting their lips again. He groaned, and she shivered as the sound vibrate throughout her entire body.

He broke away from her, dark gaze staring at her from where she lay on the couch beneath him. Aware of how she must have looked, hair spread out with blush on her cheeks and bruised lips, she felt a rush of embarrassment .

“Stop.” His hands stalled her as she moved to pull her robe tighter across her body. He took her hands in his. “Let me see you.”

Swallowing, she let her hands fall by her sides.

He kept his eyes on hers, discarding his beanie to the floor, and he shrugged off his vest. “It’s okay, Isabella. I’ll take care of you.” He rested his weight on his knees on the floor, and she couldn’t help her gasp as he reached forward to pull her toward him. “Spread your legs.”

Despite her embarrassment, she complied. She kept her gaze on him as he reached out for the sash of her robe and pulled the soft material apart. He took in the two-piece bathing suit she wore underneath, and she could have sworn he let out a soft sigh.

Xavier raised his questioning gaze to hers. Not seeing any objection, he pulled the bottom fabric of her suit down between her legs. It landed on the floor next to his vest, and she couldn’t contain her shiver at his hands sliding up her calves to the back of her knees. “Is this okay?”

Biting on her bottom lip, she continued to stare at him.

“I need to hear it, Isabella. Is this okay?”

“Yes,” she swallowed, fingers clutching the fabric of the couch beneath her. “You can touch me.”

He slid her leg over his shoulder, and there was no time for rational thought the second she felt his lips press against the inside of her thigh. She couldn’t stop herself from crying out at the sensation of his tongue licking along her wetness. He grunted at the taste and dove in greedily, his hands yanking her to the couch’s edge.

She grabbed for anything she could hold on to, her hands finding his hair. He didn’t seem to mind the tight grip, his answering grunt of satisfaction echoing in the room. The room spun, her body beginning to tingle in the depths of her stomach, as he continued to eat her out, and there was no stopping the movement of her hips each time he dipped his tongue into her heat.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” Her hips rode his face, and it caused him to intensify his hold, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips. He grunted again, sucking harder, and she couldn’t help crying out as her orgasm crashed into her. He drank deep until her whimpers of satisfaction filled the room.

Isabella collapsed against the couch and shut her eyes, her body trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Weight shifted on the couch. “Isabella,” his tone was soft but firm, “look at me.”

Exhaling, she opened her eyes to stare at him hovering over her, his hands on either side of her face. The desire in his eyes, and she blushed at the telltale signs of her arousal in his beard. Something inside her tightened.

She leaned forward and their lips met, silencing whatever he was going to say. She broke away to shrug the robe off all the way, hands shaking as she pulled the bikini top over her head and tossed it to the floor. His eyes darkened at the sight of her naked body. She reached out to grab his shirt.

“No.”

She froze, the sharp pain of rejection shocking her into silence.

“This wasn’t about me. I wanted…” He captured her hand, bringing it to his mouth, and kissed her fingers softly. “I wanted to make you feel good.”

“I want you, Xavier.”

He seemed captivated by her hand in his. “Isa…”

She ripped herself free and pulled him to her again, her mouth overtaking his in a needy kiss. He stopped again as she tore her mouth free, and her hands clawed at his shirt to yank it over his head. He rose to his feet at her, pushing him with her hands, Isabella rising from the couch. She barely had time to admire the tattoos covering his chest before he grabbed a chunk of her wet strands and crushed their lips together again.

Her hands tore at the leather of his belt, yanking the strap loose. Xavier didn’t resist her shoving his jeans past his hips, and he kicked the offending fabric to the side without a glance to where it landed. His boxers followed.

Breaking free of their kiss again, she let her eyes roam over him. “I want you,” she repeated .

His eyes were dark, the brown color faded almost black. There was no denying how much she affected him, his length rock hard, and she trembled at the realization of how her body flooded in response.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” She kept her eyes locked on him even as she felt him brush against her stomach. “Zelenyy.”

“What does that mean, Isabella?”

“Green,” she whispered, pressing her hands against the indention of his hips. Head tilting back so their eyes stayed connected, she shivered at how well she fit against him. “A safe word should I ever need it.”

The smile dropped from his face, a growl rumbling low in his chest, and he captured her face with his hands, their lips crashing. They stumbled to her bedroom, pausing every few steps to continue kissing and to attempt not to run into objects along their way. He paid no attention to the setup of her bedroom other than to locate the California King bed. His hands lifted her, and her legs wrapped around his waist again. She couldn’t help but sigh at his length, so close to her wetness. He lowered her onto the comforter. His gigantic frame covered hers, hands shifting again to hold her hands by the wrist to the mattress.

“Give me control.” He scattered kisses along her collarbone. “Zelenyy?” He spoke hesitantly, their gazes meeting.

Nodding, she allowed her legs to relax, his large frame settling between them. “Zelenyy.”

He released her hands. “Good. Don’t move until I tell you to. Do you understand?”

“I want to touch you.”

“Keep them there, Isa.”

Pout on her lips, she left them in the position, words dying in her throat at him sliding his hand down her side. Her eyes fluttered shut as his hand drifted between her legs, and he let out a soft grunt at the arousal that coated his fingers.

“Fuck,” he grunted, “You’re soaked.”

“Xavier, please.”

He ignored her cries and stroked at her soft curls, his thumb finding the swollen digit between her thighs. “Fucking gorgeous.” He pressed his lips against the curve of her breast. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

Isabella hooked a leg around his waist, heel digging into the curve of his ass. She couldn’t help but let out a soft wail as he circled her clit in a slow motion, his mouth covering the nipple of her breast. Her hips moved, loud cries she couldn’t stop flowing freely from her.

Her eyes flew open the second he released her nipple, and their gazes met. “Xavier, please. ”

“Zelenyy?”

“Da, zelenyy.” She threw her head back at the feeling of him sliding two fingers inside of her. The movement of his thumb accompanied by the slow thrusting of his fingers caused her to cry out, hips moving to meet the pace he was setting. The wet sounds of her body accepting him each time he pushed forward filled the room along with her cries.

“Please, it feels so good.”

“Come on, sweetheart, I said I’d take care of you.” He watched her fight the orgasm threatening to override her senses. “Come all over my fingers, you can do it. You’re fucking soaking my hand, you’re so wet.”

With a hard flick of his wrist, Xavier inserted another finger, and her hips pumped, chasing her orgasm.

“Let me touch you,” she begged. “I need to touch you.”

“Don’t fucking move.” He sped up the thrust of his fingers, thumb pressing harder against her clit. “Look at me,” he growled. “Fucking look at me. I want to watch your face when you come.”

His words set off another powerful orgasm. Isabella cried out as her entire body tensed up, legs shaking. She gasped, her eyes on his. “Fuck, Xavier.”

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Isa.” Slipping his hand free, he kept his eyes on hers even as he lifted his soaked index finger into his mouth. “You taste amazing. ”

Isabella blushed but kept her eyes on his, watching him clean off her arousal from his fingers. He stretched to brush his mouth against hers, and she pressed her lips as hard as she could against his, licking what remained until he pulled away.

“Do you have protection?”

She stared at him for a split second. He meant it when he said he wanted to take care of her. “I don’t… I mean, I can’t…” She blinked away sudden tears. “I’m safe.”

Xavier reached out to cradle the side of her face. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable doing.”

She didn’t want to argue. She didn’t want him to debate or change his mind. Her desire for him surpassed anything she had wanted for a very long time. Without another word, she straddled him. She kept her eyes on him as she reached between them, and Xavier hissed at the feeling of her palming his length with her hand.

“Isa…”

“Zelenyy, ya tol'ko khochu dostavit' tebe udovol'stviye.” She didn’t look away as she slid his length inside of her, his facial expression one of strain to stay still as she adjusted to his length. “I just want to give you pleasure,” she translated and rode him. He allowed her to set the pace, hands holding her close, until she whimpered. His hips thrusting into her, and she could do nothing but grab onto him as he rolled her underneath him. She met his hips with hers, and at his bruising pace, she spiraled once again out of control.

“Come again.”

“I can’t. Fuck, you’re so deep.”

“You can. Come on, baby. You’re so close.” He reached between them to press his thumb against her clit, and the second she felt him pinch at the slick digit, she exploded around him. “There it is, baby. Fuck, you feel so good.”

Isabella shook against him as the waves of pleasure crashed into her. Xavier grunted, hips jerking as he rode out her orgasm, and he cursed as it triggered his own release. She clutched at his shoulders, panting as they collapsed onto the mattress. He held her close. The room filled with the heavy sounds of their breathing. He startled her by cupping the side of her face with his hand, bringing her gaze to his.

He smiled, thumb brushing against her cheek. “You still with me?”

Nodding, she shivered at the slickness between her legs. She fought the wave of desire to touch him, even after what they had just done.

“Let me clean you up.” He brushed his lips against hers. “Are there washcloths in the bathroom?”

Surprised by the question, she nodded again.

With another smile, he extracted himself from her and slipped from the bed. He returned a few moments later with a wet cloth, and she waited in silence as he wiped the skin between her legs. She continued to lie there as he disappeared back to the bathroom, listening to the water run before the flushing on the toilet echoed through the small room.

His weight shifted the mattress, and she brought her gaze back to him. “Stay?” She was surprised she asked, but the request came out so effortlessly she couldn’t retract it.

“Only if that’s what you want, Isa.”

“I want you to stay.”