Page 38 of Dangerous Refuge

She writhes beneath me, her fingers digging into my back. I move down her body, kissing and licking each centimeter of skin I can expose on my way to her core. I hate this damn work uniform. I have to really work to pull her top up, just to nip at her side and hip. Allie gasps as I spread her legs, and pull her panties to the side, then part her folds, my tongue flicking over her clit. She tastes sweet and salty, and I can't get enough of her.

I bury my face between her thighs, devouring her with long, slow strokes. She cries out, her body writhing with pleasure. I keep going, lost in the sensation of her, and slide a few fingers into her abyss. She's perfect in every way. I want to remember this moment. My fingers thrust into her, pleasuring her, and her hands lace through my hair.

"Sven," she moans, guttural growls escaping as I suck her clit. I want to hear her screaming my name. I want to feel her come around my fingers, her walls clenching around me. I need to possess her completely. Her thighs press against the sides of my head, squeezing it. Her hips rise up to meet me, grinding her pussy on my face and I growl at the way it makes me feel hungrier for her.

I plunge my fingers into her, and she comes apart beneath me, crying out my name. I roll my tongue over her clit as she throbs around me, and her body shakes. "God, Sven," she whispers, her breath coming in jagged gasps. She reaches down to pull me up, and I climb over her, kissing her hungrily, ready to taste her again. Allie's a work of art, her curves are perfect, her breasts round and full, her hips made to cradle me. Her legs are toned and tanned, and as she wraps them around me, her thighs quiver. My slacks slide over her muscles, each muscle tensing with desire. She moans, and her lips are red and swollen.

The musky scent of sex is in the air, and as I slide my cock inside her, the smell of her arousal makes me ache with need. She moans into my mouth, and I push forward as she arches her back, giving me full access. Each stroke makes her wetter and wetter until my cock slides in and out of her with ease. Her legs tighten around my waist, her ankles locked at my back. I can't get deep enough; I want to be a part of her. I want to keep her here with me forever.

The only thing in my mind, as I entered her, was how much I want her, how getting inside her to the very core of her is all that matters. And as I sink into her the world explodes into a blur of color behind my eyelids. She’s tight and wet around me, like velvet over adamant. Her strong muscles squeeze me, milking me, and I thrust harder.

Allie wraps her arms around me, her fingernails digging into my shirt. I pull her up so I can see her face, my cock buried inside her. She's so beautiful, flooding my senses, and I have to have her. I hold her against my chest and move faster, thrusting into soft and willing warmth. My movements become erratic, and I know I'm close. I can feel my balls drawing up, a tight pressure building.

"Oh God, Sven, I'm going to come again," she murmurs. The sound of her voice, the feeling of her body under mine, the scent of her skin, her hair, the taste of her lips, all of it makes my head spin. She's like a drug, and I'm so high on her that I never want to come down.

"I'm going to come too," I moan.

"Do it, come in me," she whispers, and her words send me over the edge. I pump into her a couple more times, and I come with a growl, my hips jerking involuntarily. I'm still inside her when she comes too, her walls fluttering around me as her head falls back. Her body spasms and shudders beneath me.

Allie's gorgeous in the throes of passion, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes smoky and lust filled. The sounds she makes, like she’s trying to hold in screams, are heaven to my ears.

My entire body is shaking, and my vision is blurry. I've never come so hard in my life, and I'm still hard. Allie is still writhing under me, her legs still wrapped around me. Her pussy is so tight around my cock that I don't ever want to leave. I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in, inhaling her scent. She smells like sex and lemons and the ocean. I can't get enough of it.

“Stay,” I prompt her one last time, but her sniffles tell me I am not getting my way, not this time, not with her.

I pull out, feeling the scratch of her panties along my cock as I slowly retreat from her body. Then I offer her my hand. She stands and fixes her panties, grimacing at the cum on her fingers. When she returns from washing her hands in the bathroom, she heads right to her suitcase and attempts to zip it. I zip my cock away inside my pants and use my knee on the top of the bulging luggage so she can close it.

“Thank you for taking such good care of us. And thank you for protecting me.” Her glistening eyes hide so many fears that I want to remove from her permanently, but she’s not actually mine. I wanted her to be. I need her to be. But she is choosing to walk away.

“Stay,” I say again, knowing she won’t, but giving orders is the only thing I’m good at.

“Drive me to Sarah’s?” she asks, and my heart sinks. I nod, reluctantly agreeing to something I do not want. “I’m going to check on Rico.” She rises up on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek. It’s bittersweet as I watch her walk out the door.

I hoist her suitcase off the bed and follow her to the door. When she turns to head upstairs, I head for the front door and leave the suitcase. I tried soft and romantic once, with Lacy. I was a different man back then, before cancer stole her the way suicide stole my mother. I don’t feel emotion now. It’s better that way. I’m less irrational, more controlled. Or am I? Because being around Allie has made me laser focused, and nothing in my world will seem right anymore.

I stand staring at the bottom step as if I can change her mind. As if some word I can think up to speak to her will make me not be a murderer or Bratva member. But Bratva blood runs deep in my veins. It’s my life. It’s everything I have ever known, everything I am. To change that would be to change into someone I am not, someone she doesn’t love. She admitted her love, so why can’t I acknowledge that she might be important to me other than giving her orders?

“Ready?” she asks, carrying Rico’s suitcase. His face is drawn. He holds an Xbox and some wires in his hand.

“No.” I am firm, but I won’t force her to stay. It has to be her choice. I won’t make her a slave.

“Mom, please?” Rico pleads one last time, but she looks away from him toward the door.

I hate goodbyes.

21

ALLIE

Sven loads my things into the car as Rico clings to Odin’s neck. The poor beast doesn’t know what’s happening, but Rico’s heart is broken. I’m certain if Sarah’s building manager would allow her to have a dog, Sven would send Odin along just to make Rico smile. As it is, the gaming equipment will take up too much room.

“Ready?” I ask him, and he sulks to the car, dragging his feet. He doesn’t understand how difficult of a situation this is for me too. I follow behind him slowly, knowing I’m walking out of the lap of luxury into a life of working hard and running. Sven was the best thing that ever happened to me until I realized I jumped out of the frying pan and into the fryer.

Sven holds the door open for Rico who climbs in and buckles himself. Then he opens my door. “You don’t have to do this.” His eyes plead with me to stay, but I’ve already told him enough times.

“I do,” I tell him as I climb in and reach for the seat belt. Sven shuts the door and gets in the driver’s seat. He says nothing as he drives us across town to Sarah’s apartment. I have to point it out to him, which makes me realize maybe he wasn’t stalking me as much as I thought he was in the beginning. Some of my harsh feelings about his line of work make me doubt myself now, what I’m doing. Sven never laid a hand on me—he wouldn’t. I actually care about him too, in a way I never did with Paul. I just wish he wasn’t a part of something so violent and dangerous.

“Want me to carry your things up?” he asks, pulling into a parking space on the street and putting his car in park. I glance at the building. Sarah’s place is on the top floor and there is no elevator. It’s only three stories, but it’s a heavy bag.

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