Page 49 of Savage Surrender

I lifted off him. “Why?”

“Keep that mouth busy,” he ordered. As soon as I complied with his bossiness, he moved me closer so he could lick all my cream. After he replaced his mouth with his finger, he continued, “Because you’re supposed to be my student while I’m your professor.”

Supposed to be? How am I not?

“Because you’re sixteen years younger than me.”

How does he know my age?

“And because our backgrounds are… different.”

He could say that again. I would never relate to him, stuck as a Mafia princess and expected to do as my father decided.

“Despite all that,” he said, “I’m starting to convince myself that I can fight to keep you.”

I sucked harder, somehow turned on that much more at his devoted words.

“That you and I could figure out how to be together.”

I hummed my approval.

“That’s the future that I want to make my reality, sweetheart. I want to keep you. All to myself.”

Moved by his words and wishing they could come true, I doubled down to please him, as if it could be a token of gratitude that he’d want me so badly after knowing me for such a short time—knowing the version of myself that I let him know.

He stopped talking, adjusting me so I straddled his face. I sucked on him while he ate at me. Before long, under his encouragement, I ground down on his face. He looped his arms up to grab my ass and secure me over him. The closer I came to my orgasm that remained just out of reach, I worried how I would breathe around him. Taking my mouth off him wasn’t happening. I was determined to please him, to show him how much I wanted him too. I was no expert, not like any of those whores in that house. I was naïve but eager to prove my worth.

Fighting back the pleasure of his mouth under me, I breathed through my nose and hummed at the satisfaction of his finally coming. Jerking up into me, he emptied himself in my mouth. Jet after jet of hot, salty cum shot into my throat.

He growled, digging his fingers into my ass as he nipped the sucked at me, pushing me to come with him.

Just finished with swallowing down every last drop, I wrenched up as my release hit me. I ground down on his face as I leaned on my arms, locking my elbows. As the waves of pleasure rocketed through me, dizzying me, I humped him and sought every last morsel of friction he could give me.

It wasn’t easy to believe him when he said this wasn’t just sex between us. It felt like it was. Yet, as he carried me into the shower to clean up again moments later, I snuggled into his hold and realized how sweet it would be to rely on his vision of a future together. In bed and out of it.

It wasn’t the future I knew I could have. One day soon, someday soon, I would kill my father and have to run with Maxim. That had been the ultimate goal for so long.

I hadn’t counted on meeting a man who could entice me to want something else, something more.

In the shower again, held within his strong embrace, I battled back the angst of still never being able to have what I wanted.

I wanted him.

And I wanted freedom from my father.

Those endings could happen at the same time and overlap, though, so with a heavy heart, I vowed to enjoy every second with Viktor that I could while it lasted.

23

VIKTOR

Maybe I fucked her too hard.

Irina went quiet after I introduced her to the art of sixty-nine.

It was a pleasant surprise when I woke up and found her still there. With her track record, I wouldn’t have been off the mark to assume she’d run again. She stayed, though, the whole night and the morning after. And seeing her in my space made it so easy for me to seriously imagine her staying in my life. For good.

I’d come close to telling her the truth. I knew she was suspicious of me and what she didn’t know about me. She was sharp, realizing that I didn’t represent the lifestyle of a standard professor.

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