Page 21 of Shattered Altar (Makarova Bratva Duet)

No man has ever made me feel more alive.

His hand curves down my spine as I arch my back instinctively, giving him more access to me, asking for more with my body.

The entire time, I obey him: I keep my eyes fixed on the mirror. On him. His jaw flexes with each thrust. One line of tension thrums in his cheek like a steel wire. His whole body strains with exertion.

My breasts bounce wildly, but any embarrassment is long gone. The unfamiliarity of it takes a back seat to the new range of sensations ripping through me.

When he slaps my ass, I cry out.

When he licks the back of my shoulder, I moan.

When he grips my hips and spears me onto him with every thrust, I wonder if there’s not some fated reason he came into my life.

Maybe this isn’t just some random hookup. Maybe this is meant to be much more than that.

The orgasm builds quickly and there’s no chance I can delay it or deny it. My body is at his mercy, and there’s nothing merciful about the way he is fucking me. We left all those niceties on the ground.

“Oh, God,” I groan desperately, gripping the sink so hard that my knuckles turn white. “Fuck.”

He’s still fucking me hard when I come, moisture breaking over his cock, writhing like he electrocuted me.

And just like that, I turn into an idealist. Realism is for the birds, anyway. This doesn’t have to start and end as a simple in-flight hookup. Maybe I’ll see Aleks again after we land.

You don’t share something as intense as this and just walk away from it…

Right?

Before I can come all the way down from my high, Aleks grips the back of my neck and bends me further over the sink. My breasts press against the cool countertop, in stark contrast to the heat building between us.

He grabs my waist and slams our bodies together. My still-sensitive center clenches hard, and I cry out. I can’t even hear the engines over the sound of our bodies slapping together.

Aleks angles my body ever so slightly, and suddenly, he’s hitting me in a new way, touching something inside of me I didn’t even know existed. I gasp, but before I can even exhale, a second orgasm is washing over me.

I’m so wrapped up in my own pleasure that I don’t even realize he’s finished until he pulls out of me. I feel him dripping down the insides of my thighs.

Aleks steps away and puts his clothes on, but I stay bent over the sink, too stunned to move. All I can do is stand on trembling Bambi legs and watch him dress again in the mirror.

When he’s done, he glances at me with a smirk. “You alive?”

More alive than ever, I want to say. Instead, I just nod meekly.

“I’ll meet you out there,” he says.

He slips out of the bathroom. The moment the door clicks shut, I exhale deeply. “Oh God… oh God…”

With the absence of his intoxicating presence, I can breathe a little easier. I can think a little more clearly. Although his musk lingers in this cramped space like a foreign spice.

Weirdly, all I want to do right now is call my sister and tell her what just happened. “You’d be so proud of me, Mia. I stopped thinking and followed my instincts for the first time in my life!”

“Atta girl, Livvy!” she’d say.

I smile at the imagined conversation in my head. But I’m jolted out of the fantasy when someone knocks hard against the door.

“Occupied,” I cry back, grabbing my clothes in a hurry. “Give me a minute.”

I dress in record time, shrug into my discarded sweater, and wrench open the bathroom door. The woman with the fur coat who was scowling at me earlier is now standing in front of me. The moment she sees me, her lips turn up in a knowing smile.

“I’m sorry for the, uh, delay,” I say in what is quite possibly history’s worst lie.

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