Page 121 of Cashmere Ruin

“Over and over again. Until you can’t take it anymore.”

“Give it to me,” I gasp. “Fill me up with your babies, fuck me,breed me?—”

Whatever embarrassing thing I was going to say next, Matvey doesn’t let me. “Blyat’,” he curses between his teeth, and then he’s all over me: hands on my hips, mouth on my neck, cock sinking into my sweet spot with every thrust.

I want to touch myself so badly it hurts, but he doesn’t let me. The second he sees my hand move, he pins it to the mattress without mercy, five calloused fingers splaying in the gaps left by mine. “You either come on my cock or not at all,” he growls.

“Matvey…!”

“Come now,kalina.Let me feel it.”

I can’t say no.

In the end, I can never say no to him.

Afterwards, I bury my face in his chest. “You’re the worst,” I sigh.

Matvey’s fingers come up to stroke my hair. “Am I now?”

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure that violated the Geneva Convention.”

The hint of a smirk. “My mistake. I’ll be more boring next time.”

“S’okay. I can take it.”

He presses a kiss on top of my head. “I know.”

It’s almost better than the sex—this part right after. Just lying here, spent and boneless, and listening to each other breathe. “Mm.”

“How’s the project coming along?”

“Good,” I mumble. “Like, reallygood. We tested some nanofibers today.”

“Anyone I need to fire?”

I smother my laughter in the crook of Matvey’s neck. “No, thank you. We need all the hands we can get. By the way, how’s your work going?”

He sighs. “It’s not. This mole situation is keeping the plan from moving forward.”

Lately, Matvey’s been way more forthcoming with me—to the point where he can throw around code words like “the plan” andI’ll actually know what he’s talking about. Dr. Knox would be pleased as punch.

“I’m sorry,” I say sincerely. “I wish I could help.”

“Oh, believe me, you’re helping.”

I smack him lightly on the arm. “Not like that.And stop pinching my ass.”

“Why? Still too raw?”

This man will be the death of me.“Quit changing the subject.”

“But I like this subject more.”

“Matvey.”

He rolls his eyes, but there’s fondness there, too. “I’m serious. You are helping. Your suits will make all the difference in the battles to come.”

Battles.I don’t like the sound of that, but I know better than to try and dissuade Matvey from his goals. From day one, he’s been supportive of mine—it’s only fair I return the favor. Even if it’s terrifying to think about.

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