Page 52 of Captured Solace

“Moan for me, baby girl,” he murmured. “I love all the little sounds you make while I fuck your wet, little cunt.”

My God, he knew exactly what to say to me to send those little flutters down my stomach to my pussy. I let my head fall back on the pillows and made a soft moan of satisfaction as his cock hit my G-spot. A little orgasm rippled through me and I cried out, scraping my fingernails down his sides so hard he grunted and fell onto his elbows.

“Fuck me, girl, your pussy is tight,” he said, his jaw clenched.

He increased his speed and his hand slid beneath my body, pressing me to his chest. There was nothing but his warm skin before my eyes, the scent of his body, and his harsh breaths against my neck. Inside me, his cock grew almost painfully hard as he fucked me with relentless strokes, chasing his orgasm.

“I’m going to fill you up with my cum, baby,” he said, his jaw clenched. “Beg me to breed this tight, little pussy.”

“Fuck,” I breathed frantically, my legs shaking from the intensity of his thrusts. “I want it, I want you to fill me up with your cum. Make me pregnant.”

“God, you’re a dirty, little slut,” he groaned.

He shuddered and jerked, thrusting hard one last time, and stilling on top of me. Deep inside, I felt him twitch as he came and a rush of satisfaction filled my brain like a drug hitting my system. God, why did it feel so good to have him come inside me?

He released a hot breath against my neck, turning my head, and grazing my mouth with his. “Thank you,” he whispered. “You were amazing tonight.”

“Was I?” I murmured, basking in the afterglow.

“You were so perfect,” he said, tracing down between my breasts. “Such a good girl.”

He gazed down at me and there was something in his eyes that sent a thrill up my spine. Better even than the wild hunger that had consumed him when he was buried deep inside me. I touched his face. Despite how pale they were, he had the most expressive eyes that had a way of cutting me to the core.

He froze and then let his head fall into his hand. “Goddamn,” he breathed.

“What?” I looked around.

“I didn’t pull out of you,” he said, rolling onto his back.

A little rush of panic moved through me. “You said I wasn’t fertile right now. Is it okay? Do I need a morning after pill?”

He put his hand between my breasts, his warm palm soothing me. “No, you’re not very likely to get pregnant right now.”

“Are you sure?”

“I mean, there’s always a chance, nothing is failproof. But the odds are in our favor.”

I studied him. “You’re not just trying to get me pregnant?”

His mouth twitched. “I told you before, I’m not a monster. I might get turned on by the thought of it in the moment, but I don’t think having a baby right now is a good idea either.”

At that moment, his phone rang and we both jumped. He rolled over and silenced it, but something on the screen caught his attention. He sat up, angling the phone so I couldn’t see, and typed rapidly, his eyes narrowed.

“I have a work call I have to take,” he said, his face tightening.

He pulled on his boxers and left the room, closing the door firmly behind him. A little thrown off, I lay on my back and stared up at the ceiling. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of the godfather. Tangled up in bed with him one moment and cast aside for a work call the next.

After a moment, my curiosity got the better of me and I rose and padded to the door. It was cracked and through it I could hear my husband pacing back and forth and talking rapidly in Russian. His tone was tense and I could tell he was angry. I caught my breath and leaned further, catching a few English words thrown in here and there.

Boston. It kept coming up, but I didn’t understand a word of Russian so I had no idea why. My stomach turned over, a million reasons why my husband would be discussing the Irish organization running through my mind. Perhaps there was a new war. Maybe the Irish were attacking Lucien, after all, they’d never had the best relationship.

No, that was ridiculous. I would have heard about it if there was a war going on.

Viktor hung up the phone and there was a short silence and then he spoke.

“Lucien, sorry to bother you so late,” he said. “I’ve had something come up and I need to change our meeting date.”

Silence.

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