Page 16 of Brutal Loyalty

She grunted and shifted on his lap again. Maybe if she offered to blow him, she could still get herself off while he was too distracted to notice. But he smacked her thigh in warning. “Elena…If you persist, I’ll flip you over my lap and pull your skirt up for the spanking this time. Behave.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she told him. She wrapped one arm around his shoulders and placed her other hand on his chest. The comforting beat of his heart drummed against her palm. “I need you, Roman.” She hadn’t meant to whine, but dammit, she needed to come. She slid her hand down his chest and started to tug his shirt up from his waistband.

“Elena…” he warned her, before grabbing both her wrists in one hand and pulling them tight against his chest. He cupped the side of her head with the other hand and stared into her eyes. She knew he was looking to make sure she meant it—and damn if that didn’t make her like him just a tiny bit more.

Pushing against his chest with her imprisoned hands, she shifted so she was straddling his thighs and facing him. He dropped her wrists and grabbed her hips to steady her, and she ground down on top of him again, moaning as arousal shot to her core.

“Are you sure?” he asked. Instead of answering immediately, Elena kissed him hard. Pushing her tongue between his lips, she fucked his mouth, demonstrating exactly what she wanted from him. He tightened his hold on her to the point where she was fairly sure she’d have finger bruises on her hips to go with the redness she was sure she had on her ass. He finally began to tug her skirt up her hips, so she reached down between them to pull the buckle on his belt loose and then release the fly on his pants.

What had started as a desire shifted into all-out need. She freed his cock. Shifting up on one knee, she was about to pull her underwear aside when he stopped her again.

“For fuck’s sake, Roman. I’m a grown-ass woman, and I need you to fuck me. Now!”

He grinned against her lips. “Pretty sure that deserves another spanking,” he teased but she wasn’t having it.

“Spank me later. Fuck me now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Squeezing his cock, Elena pumped her hand up and down as she smeared his precome down the shaft. Lifting herself up, she positioned him at her entrance and then sat back down slowly, letting out a lusty groan. Suddenly Roman froze and went to pull her off. “Da fuck?”

“Condom! I have one in my wallet.” He fumbled for the pocket on his jacket and pulled out his wallet. Flipping it open, he pulled out the small square. Elena plucked it from his fingers, tore it open, and lifted herself off him. Rolling the condom on, she repositioned herself and sat back down, making them both moan.

Voices outside the car had her freezing. Fuck! What was she thinking having sex in the parking lot of a strip club? But before she could decide whether to pull away, Roman gripped her hips again and began to lift her up and drop her heavily down on his dick. Elena thought her eyes might roll back in her head, it felt so good. The voices got louder and whoever it was appeared to be having a conversation right outside the car.

“Windows are tinted,” he whispered in her ear. “No one can see inside, but they can hear you. Up to you on how noisy you want to be.”

The idea of being caught sort of appealed to her and she smirked at him. “I can be quiet, but can you?”

His hands tightened, and she began to actively ride him, her hips flexing back and forth and her muscles tightening with each downward thrust, followed by a slow pull back up. Within seconds, Roman was groaning against her neck. Turning her head, she kissed him again and he smacked her ass. “You have thirty seconds to get yourself off before I take over. If that happens, you might not get to come,” he warned.

Elena immediately began to speed up. She could feel her pleasure mounting quickly, but a climax wasn’t going to happen in thirty seconds. She began to panic. She would blow out the windows in a screaming rage if she wasn’t allowed to come. Roman seemed to sense her distress, and he reached between them. Pressing his thumb against her clit, he rubbed rough, hard circles and she panted in response. It was good—it wasfantastic—but it wasn’t enough.

Lifting his hips, Roman fucked up into her—and just as Elena was sure it wasn’t going to happen, he managed to pinch her clit, hard, and hold on. That was it. Her eyes shot open and before she could scream out her orgasm, he pressed against the back of her head to drag her lips to his. The kiss was deep and hard, sucking the air from her lungs. Instead of panicking, her orgasm slammed into her with an intensity she’d never experienced before, and she thrashed on top of his lap as they both rode out their orgasms.

Releasing the kiss, Elena felt herself sagging against him, suddenly exhausted and very, very sated.

“I’m sorry for being a bitch inside,” she finally told him as she laid against him. This time, she actually meant it.

“I know. And I’m sorry, too. I should have checked to see where I was going before I invited you along. It wasn’t appropriate to bring you to a strip club.” He definitely sounded chagrined, and Elena couldn’t resist snorting in response.

“Not like it’s my first time in a strip club—or having sex in a parking lot, chaufferone. But thank you.”

She lifted her head and kissed him again. When their lips met this time, she felt an intense need to pour everything she was feeling into that kiss.

Her eyes closed, and she parted her lips when he swept across the seam with his tongue. He reached out and cradled the side of her face. The kiss slow and soft, nothing like the frenzy she’d just experienced with him. It was as if he felt the need to reassure himself that she was truly okay. Elena reveled in the moment and the hope that everything might just work out. It was a nice fantasy, for a moment or two.

But first and foremost, Elena was a realist. Her father taught her that.

With reluctance, she broke their embrace but couldn’t resist giving him a final, soft kiss, focusing on the moment, trying to absorb every detail. Assuming she survived the immediate aftermath of what was to come, she would want to remember this moment. Soon enough, she would have to betray her best friend. She suspected that when that took place, this man would be the one to hunt her down and execute her. When that day came, she resolved to close her eyes and remember this. She’d like to die smiling.

CHAPTER13

Roman

Roman was ready to crawl out of his skin as he listened to the different reports from Viktor’s brigadiers. After the incident at the Lion’s Den, Elena had been quiet the rest of the way home. Once they’d arrived, she’d walked silently into the house only to be met by Alexandra. He still had no idea what Elena might have told her, but given that Viktor hadn’t had Kostya rip his arms off yet, he could only assume Elena hadn’t shared what had happened between them.

He had no idea what to think about that.

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