Guarded Rebellion (The Baranov Legacy)

23. Lev

23

LEV

“ Y ou need me?” I asked, admiring her splaying across my legs.

She moaned as I rubbed my hand over the spot I’d spanked.

Fuck. You’re perfect.

“You need this?” I spanked her other cheek.

She gasped, arching her back so she could thrust her ass into the air, begging for more. “Yeah. That’s what I want. Fuck me, Lev. Make me stop thinking about all that’s wrong and just let me feel good.”

Oh, baby. I wished I could—forever. We were both playing with fire, losing our clothes and teasing each other with more sex. After her ranting ramble in the car, though, I was only assuming she was annoyed with her life and the lack of control in it. Now, I understood she had been pushed too far, without any say in anything.

I could give her this, though. It was wrong. She wasn’t mine to have. But I’d already taken her virginity. She was mine in that simplest sense. Once more wouldn’t hurt anybody, so long as we never told a soul.

“I need you,” she said, her voice muffled with her face pressed down against the bed. Underneath her stomach, she moved her arm to reach for my dick. Lying on top of my thighs, she was restricted from touching me, but I wasn’t in the mood to let her play.

“I’ll give you what you need,” I warned with another spank. Before she could fidget, I fingered her and relished the slickness of her juices spilling out.

I was making her cream. I was the one getting her so wet and feral for a good fucking.

Me.

Once more, I spanked her, adding another finger into her tight hole while I moved my thumb to strum her clit.

“Oh, please. Yes. Give it to me, Lev. Please!”

She humped on my lap, trying to ride my fingers, but she moved too frantically, likely so needy to come that she couldn’t get a good rhythm.

Not like this.

I wanted to see her face this time. As much as I loved that she had such a strong spanking kink, I wanted to fuck her and watch her expressions of relief, of passion that I doubted I could ever truly tame.

Flipping her over, I waited until she settled on the center of the mattress. I stood to remove my shirt, then the rest of my clothes. But she wasn’t patient, sitting up and reaching for my cock.

“No. I said I would give you what you need,” I growled, grabbing her hands before she could wrap her fingers around my dick. If I let her, I’d never want her to stop.

“But…”

I forced her back, binding her hands together and over her head with her bra. It was all I had within reach, and it would do.

She pouted, resisting the constraint, yet the second I made space for myself between her legs, she relaxed. I didn’t have to ask her to open up for me. Her knees fell to the sides as I stroked my finger up along her slit. Then I pushed it in, collecting more of that cream.

“You need me?” I asked as I raised my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean. “You want this cock stuffed inside you?”

She nodded, her face pinched with impatience. “Please, Lev, please.”

“You need to be fucked, little slut?”

Her gaze darkened as she slightly smiled. “Fuck me. Hard.”

I shook my head, kneeling closer until I could push the head of my cock into her. She gasped, sucking that much of me into her sweet heat. “No. Not hard.” I speared into her slowly and steadily, ramming my whole length into her vise-grip of a cunt. But not with the force that would send her over too soon.

“Lev…” she whined when I savored the glove of her pussy on my cock. I felt her stretching to accommodate me. I stared at where I sank into her so perfectly. Then as I pulled back out, taking my time, I reveled in the glistening surface of my dick, proof that she was soaked for me alone.

This was us . Forbidden and wrong.

Yet, it was somehow just right and so perfect too.

“You need me to fuck you?” I rubbed her clit as I slid back in without a rush. I intended to savor every fucking second of this. The memories would have to last me a lifetime.

She couldn’t reply, not with words. Moans and whimpers left her lips as I drove into her over and over, relishing the snug fit of her swallowing me in so deep. Then when she neared her orgasm, more frantic to push back up and meet my thrusts, she could only breathe harshly.

“Come, Eva. Fucking come for me. Now.” I slammed into her once, twice more, finally receiving the reward of her rapture. Her face contorted almost into pain, but as she cried out and clenched around me, squeezing my shaft as I shot my cum into her, she relaxed into a spent smile of relief. Of bliss. Then she opened her eyes, blessing me with that soulful blue stare, a look of wonder.

“Fuck,” I muttered, too exhausted to think straight. Falling forward, I enveloped her into my arms before I rolled onto my back. Draped over me, she strained to catch her breath.

For a long while, I kept my eyes closed and willed myself not to get attached. The rosy, hazy glow of our orgasms prevented us from having the energy to move. Much less get up. But that was fine. That was okay with me—for now. I could handle this. But I refused to let myself hug her or caress her like I truly wanted to.

“Your phone’s ringing,” she said with her cheek still pressed to my chest. The position muffled her mouth, but just barely.

“Uh-huh.” I didn’t want to leave this moment with her. “Can you reach it?” I put my hands on her ass as she shifted to the side. I wanted to be greedy and prolong this perfect union. She twisted without letting me slip out, and with a stretch of her arm over the edge of the bed, she snagged my pants.

I got my phone out just in time before I’d miss the call from Rurik.

“Hello?”

“Lev. I’m still here at the clinic with Kelly.”

“Good. We need to know what happened to her.”

“Yes. But until we can form answers, I think we need to report this incident to the Boss.”

“If Kelly was drugged, it could’ve been intended for Eva.”

Eva furrowed her brow as she looked up, likely hearing her name. She rested her chin on her hands atop my chest.

I nodded, sighing as I stared into her blue eyes. “I agree. Or it could’ve been a diversion to make her worry about Kelly and get her away from the apartment.”

“Do you want me to call him?” he asked.

“No. I will. In fact, I’m late to reply to his message from earlier, anyway. Keep me updated.”

“Will do.”

As soon as we ended the call, I dialed Oleg.

“Shouldn’t I be…” Eva blushed, trying to get up and off me. I pushed her ass down to keep her on me. I wasn’t ready to let her up. Call me stupid, but I wanted to ensure all my cum stayed in her, where it belonged.

“Shh,” I warned her as her uncle answered. I checked in with him, rubbing my fingers over Eva’s ass. It was an absent-minded caress, an idle touch, but it relaxed her to the point where she laid her head back down on me, her cheek pressed over my heart.

Once I finished updating him on the details that we had of Kelly Garnet being drugged, he asked me for my opinion.

“Honestly, sir? I worry that this is the start of a setup.”

“From the Petrovs?” he asked.

“Yes. Or the Ilyins. They can’t be happy about how successful I was with my last assignment.” I was careful to word it loosely so Eva wouldn’t glean any details she didn’t need to have in her head.

“But if someone is trying anything directly against Eva, they won’t get far.”

Not on my watch.

Because it would be impossible for me to ever let someone harm this exquisite woman I didn’t want to give up—ever.