Relentless Sinner

Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

Jaxon

“Ride me,” I whisper in Gabriella’s ear as she straddles me and slides down my very hard cock.

She gasps and grinds her wet pussy over me and I plunge deeper into her, burying myself to the hilt.

A sexy moan slips from her lips and she tips her head back, closing her eyes to relish the pleasure I’m giving her.

We found our way back to the hot tub after I feasted on her on the breakfast table. This time we’re here doing what I wanted to do to her last night.

It must be two in the morning now. We got home about three hours ago

and I haven’t stopped taking her. I’ve been inside her every chance I got.

Watching her give in to me and yield to pleasure is a thing of beauty I never want to forget. Like this, she’s mine.

I take a mental picture of the way the shadows and moonlight capture her beautiful hair and the way her luscious lips part as the pleasure fills her body, bending her to my will.

I don’t know what has me more fascinated—watching her like this and knowing I had her, or knowing I still have her.

All of it . I fucking love all of it and everything she has to give me. I feel like I’ve tainted her purity, corrupted that innocence I sensed in her, and I want to keep smearing my darkness into her soul so she will always have a piece of me.

Gabriella moves her little hips above me and I allow her some control over my cock. I love listening to the little mindless moans of ecstasy that hum from her lips.

I’ve committed those sounds to memory, too, wanting them to stay with me.

Her moans grow louder and her movements faster. It’s sexy as fuck and makes me lose my mind.

Slipping my hands around her waist, I reclaim control and pump into her so she can bounce up and down on my cock.

She’s not as tight as she was yesterday. Now she fits my cock like a glove. Like she was made for me. Only me .

The warm water around us amplifies every sensation. So does the passion between us, making us lose our minds as we fuck like animals.

How many times have I had her now?

I’ve lost count. It doesn’t matter because I don’t plan to stop owning her cunt.

Or taking and taking and taking until she gives me everything. I know there are still pieces of herself she’s keeping hidden from me. I can feel it even though she’s dropped her guard substantially.

Those parts of her are the secrets of her soul. And she’s right; she shouldn’t give them to me.

There’s a better man in this world who deserves them. I’m just being selfish and possessive by wanting to keep her for myself.

“I’m coming,” she whimpers, grabbing on to my shoulders.

“Then come for me, my Krasota.” I lick over her breasts as they bounce in my face and I pound harder into her body.

She comes and her walls wrap around my length, squeezing my cock like a vice.

Her release feels like nothing else I’ve experienced and watching her in the throes of pleasure is even better. It makes my cock harder and intensifies my greed.

I lift her off me, bend her over the side and slide into her from behind, savoring the view of her wet ass and the water splashing around her in tandem with my vicious thrusts.

The erotic sight of her makes my balls draw up but I manage to keep control of myself.

Moments of madness pass through me and I fuck her harder. She cries out, screaming my name and grinding into me.

I feel her come again, feel the walls of her pussy throbbing and, fuck, I explode inside her. Her cunt milks me dry and even as my cum flows into her body I still want more. I’m not even close to getting enough.

As I stare at her tiny body beneath me my gaze drifts to the ring on her finger. It sparkles in the moonlight. Another reminder that she’s mine.

I never expected to feel this way about a woman contracted to be my wife. A woman who’s supposed to be a pawn in my game. The line I thought I’d placed to remind me that it’s about business is so blurred I can’t see it anymore.

What the hell am I going to be like next weekend when she becomes my wife?

It’s nighttime again.

Gabriella and I are in bed gazing out the window at the stars covering the inky black sky. She’s pressed up against me with her naked body molded to mine and her scent of honey and magnolia filling my lungs.

Today was day two of us devouring each other.

Tomorrow I fly out to Italy and I won’t be back until a few days before our wedding. I won’t be gone for long but this girl has gotten under my skin in such a way that I don’t want to leave her.

We’ve been lying here in silence for a while. The only touching we’ve been doing is my light strokes across her stomach and her gentle caresses of the little rose tattooed on my wrist.

She’s been staring at it along with my others but she hasn’t asked me about them. She seemed to know that the stars on my shoulder signify my leadership in the Bratva. I’ve noticed that she knows a fair bit about the Bratva and while she doesn’t speak Russian, she understands some of it.

I know there’s a lot going on in her head. There’s a shit ton of stuff crashing around in mine, too. Stuff to do with the danger of my family, Gabriella’s father, and her .

The main thing I’m focused on is her. I sense she’s been trying to pull back and finding it difficult. I want her to stop resisting.

“Why a rose?” Her gentle whisper breaks the silence, her voice so low and soft I barely hear it.

I’m surprised she finally asked. It seems her curiosity has gotten the better of her. I understand why. The rose tattoo is the only thing that looks out of place on me.

“To remember my mother,” I reply, and she turns to face me. “Her name was Rose, and she liked roses.”

I asked Eve to tell Gabriella a bit about my parents, but only enough so she would know that my mother had died and my father is sick. I asked her to keep the specifics about my mother’s death for me to tell. Everything about Jacob too. Those are conversations Gabriella and I should have. At another time. Not tonight.

“Tell me about her.”

I give her a sad smile, wishing the things I knew about my mother were things I’d experienced for myself. “She was an artist. She grew up and studied in St. Petersburg. She was obsessed with flowers and the landscape there, so she was always painting everything she could, every chance she got, and in every season. She became famous long before she married my father. People all over the world used to head to Russia for her yearly exhibitions.”

“That’s amazing.” A little smile dances over her lips.

“Yeah. I’ve always thought being so in tune with nature must be nice. I’m not like that. I’m more like my father.” How can I explain that my father hated me even more for that? I was more like him than Jacob was.

The only thing I got from my mother is her eyes. My personality, mannerisms, and even my abilities are like an enhanced version of my father. Like the Universe decided to make a copy of him with everything he wished he could have had for himself. But he didn’t want me.

“Maybe you got the good parts of him.”

Good? I stare back at her, wondering if she can actually see good in me. The best of my father. It’s a good way to think about it. A better way.

“Maybe.”

She presses her dainty hand to my chest and watches the slow rise and fall of my breathing. She stares as if she’s trying to figure something out. Then her eyes meet mine and I see the storm of conflict brewing inside her again.

“What is it?” I decide to ask.

She shakes her head. “Nothing.”

I want to push but I decide not to since most of her worries are to do with me and my plans. Perhaps that’s a conversation for another time, too.

“I’d prefer if you stayed home while I’m away,” I change the subject.

She’s supposed to be working at the hospital tomorrow. I have my best men watching her but I don’t like the idea of being away and knowing anything could happen to her. There is too much danger hanging over our shoulders.

I suppose my invincibility complex believes that my presence alone deters my enemies. I know that’s not true, but I’d prefer to be around if she’s going out.

Worry fills her eyes. “Are you stopping me from going out again?”

“No. It’s not that. I just want to take precautions while I’m away. Precautions against people like your father.”

I didn’t need to know the details of their conversation to figure out that his threats really shook her up and it was worse than when he came to the house. She was still shaking for a long time after and didn’t even realize it.

I know he’s going to try to take her back at some point, so I have to be on the lookout. The best time to do it would be anytime between now and the wedding.

If he waits until after the wedding, anyone he gets to help him will be more reluctant to steal the wife of a Bratva boss. Especially when the boss is me.

“I’ll be okay. I’ve been fine in the past.”

“You weren’t with me in the past.”

“It’s the hospital. I should be okay there. I just got back to civilian life. Please don’t take that away from me.” Her eyes plead with me and she grips my arm.

The simple touch tames the beast, and I realize the danger of being with her is that she could make me agree to anything. That’s not something I want her to know.

“Okay. I guess you’re safe with the guards. But you call me if there’s trouble, no matter what it is, and I’ll come back.”

“You’d fly back from your precious trip for me?” She smirks and the sight of the mere smile on her face captures something in me I can’t describe. It’s the first time I’ve seen her smile.

I cup her face and look at her mouth, then trace my finger over the soft color that enters her cheeks. “I would fly back if I knew you needed me.”

Her eyes become more open, less guarded than ever. “That trip to Italy sounded pretty important.”

“You’re important to me.” I kiss her again.

“How much?” She’s playing with me.

“I’d have to show you.”

“Then show me.”

“You sure you want to see?” I press my forehead to hers and kiss the top of her nose.

“I do.”

Those words, like the vows we’ll take next week, unlock my desire for her again and seconds later I’m buried inside her. And we don’t stop there. I fuck her over and over again until my fucking cock feels raw from being inside her.

She doesn’t fall asleep until the sun rises. I don’t sleep. Instead, I watch her.

I have to head out in less than two hours. I want to brief my men first, so I get up and decide to start the day.

I jump in the shower and get ready quickly then head downstairs to speak to my men.

When I’m done I head back upstairs to Gabriella to say goodbye to her. Before I reach the door I hear her on the phone speaking in a hushed tone.

“Today, Cora? That’s so little time,” she says, sounding agitated and anxious.

I stop by the door, my gut senses tingling, telling me I shouldn’t interrupt just yet. The door is ajar so I peek in and see her sitting on the edge of the bed with the sheet wrapped around her body. She’s got the phone at her ear and her face is drawn in trepidation.

“Of course. I just… Jaxon...” She pauses for a moment. “Okay, okay. I’ll be ready for some sunshine.”

Something about the way she says those last words catches my attention. Her tone doesn’t match the words and it makes me think she’s talking about something else. Like she’s speaking in code. The sudden thought snaps my mind out of that lusty haze.

Something is going on. Something that prickles my nerves and pulls on my gut.

In all my years my gut has never let me down. It won’t now, not even for the beautiful woman I’ve allowed to get under my skin by riding my cock.

She sets the phone down and I push the door open.

The slight widening of her eyes gives her away even though she tries to school her face.

“Morning,” she says, offering me a little smile—another giveaway. Not the smile but the nerves lurking beneath it. “I thought you’d left.”

“I’m on my way out. I just came to say goodbye.”

She presses her lips together and the look in her eyes turns sad, almost regretful.

I walk up to her, crouch down and gaze into her eyes. “Remember to call me.”

“I’ll remember.”

“Good. See you when I get back.”

Her gaze drops to her lap for a moment, a moment of hesitation, and I have an idea of what might be going on in that pretty little head of hers.

Her plans.

There’s only one thing I know she wants more than me.

Freedom .

Freedom from everything. Including me.

If I’m right then we have a problem.

Because I won’t let her go.