Chapter 16: Sinful Union: Chapter 16

“Report.”

Ivan and Dima stand before me, their postures rigid. They don’t waste time with pleasantries.

“Nothing unusual,” Ivan says. “No unknown contacts, no signs of surveillance, no attempts to approach her.”

Dima nods. “She visits the Andreev home every few days, stays a few hours, then comes home.”

“Good. Keep it that way,” I order. “If anyone so much as looks in her direction, I want to know. If her routine changes in any way, I want to know. Immediately.”

“Yes, Boss,” Ivan says.

I drum my fingers against my desk, considering. “She’s not meeting with anyone outside her family?”

Dima shakes his head. “Not that we’ve seen.”

“We could learn more if you want to post us on twenty-four-hour surveillance. We could branch out—” Ivan starts.

I shake my head, putting a hand up to stop him. It’s tempting, but Kat’s the priority.

“That’s not necessary. Stay with my wife; make sure she’s safe.”

“Understood,” Ivan replies.

I nod once and turn away, dismissing them. The door closes, and I take a moment to savor the silence, allowing my mind to unspool. Kat’s keeping to a predictable routine. That should reassure me, but instead, it only fuels my curiosity. She had friends when we were together before, yet she’s not meeting with any of them. Has she lost touch?

I hardly see her these days. We haven’t been alone together in weeks. It’s driving me to near insanity.

Time keeps moving forward. She’s been in my home for over a month now, and despite the distance between us, I’ve grown fond of having her near. I’m used to waking up with her beside me, even if I don’t touch her, used to the scent of her lingering on the sheets, to hearing her voice somewhere in the penthouse. I tell myself that it’s simply habit, nothing more. But I know better.

I’m falling for her, but I don’t know where she stands.

With that thought circling my mind, I head toward her office. Our bedroom is shared, but I wanted her to have a space of her own in this place. Our place. I like the way that sounds, like she belongs here, like she belongs to me.

The door is slightly ajar. I step closer, pausing when I see her.

The office is unmistakably hers. The walls are lined with bookshelves filled with a mix of literature and business titles. A plush rug covers the hardwood floor, an ivory velvet couch with oversized deep green throw pillows sits in the corner.

A touch of elegance, just like her. There are small hints of her personality everywhere—a crystal vase with fresh flowers on the coffee table, a framed photo of her and her brothers on one of the shelves, a white leather ergonomic chair behind her desk.

And that’s where she is, sitting at her desk, completely unaware of my presence.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Her dark hair is loosely pinned back. Her lips are slightly parted as she focuses on the computer screen, her brows furrowed in concentration. The soft lamplight casts a warm glow on her skin, making her look almost ethereal.

I should say something. Instead, I just watch her, taking in the way she unconsciously bites her lower lip as she reads something on the screen; the way her delicate fingers hover over the keyboard before she finally types; the way her chest rises and falls steadily, her fitted silk blouse clinging to the curves that have haunted me since the first time I touched her.

I clear my throat quietly, not wanting to startle her.

She looks up, and the moment our eyes meet, she smiles.

My heart seizes.

She closes the laptop and stretches, arching her back.

“Work or pleasure?” I ask.

“Just doing some reading,” she replies. “Nothing important.”

I step fully into the room, my gaze drifting downward, taking in the way the soft silk of her shirt pulls tight over her chest, the fabric straining against the full curves of her breasts. My eyes linger, drawn to the faint press of her nipples through the thin material.

Right then, I know what I want, what I need. I stride forward, shutting the door behind me. The corner of her mouth lifts slightly, amusement flickering in her gaze as she watches me approach. She knows what’s coming.

And she wants it, too.

In three long strides, I’m close enough to touch her. My fingers glide along her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. “How about a little break?”

Her lips twitch. “No time for that.”

I hum, my thumb tracing along the corner of her mouth. “And now?”

I move my thumb over her lips. She closes her eyes and opens her mouth before wrapping her lips around it, licking and sucking it playfully. I get hard right away. I slip my thumb out.

She tilts her head then sighs. “That depends. Are you going to keep looking at my tits like that, or are you going to do something about it?”

A low growl rumbles in my throat. She always knows how to get me going, knows exactly what she’s doing. I answer her by pulling her to her feet and capturing her mouth, my lips crushing against hers. She gasps as her hands slide up my chest, her fingers gripping the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer.

I deepen the kiss, my tongue sweeping into her mouth, tasting her, drinking her in, watching her.

She moans, her body melting into mine, but when I slide my hands down to her waist, she pulls back just enough to whisper against my lips. “You’re still staring,” she murmurs, teasing.

“Can you blame me?” My voice is rough, full of heat. “You’re fucking perfect.”

She gives a soft little laugh, her cheeks flushing just a little. She likes it when I tell her that.

I slide my hands lower, gripping her hips, pressing her back against the desk. “You like distracting me, don’t you?”

She leans in, her lips brushing against my jaw, giving it a soft nibble. “Hey, you’re the one who came into my office.”

“Yeah, I suppose I did.”

I lift her onto the desk, pushing her knees apart and stepping between them. I lean in, my lips grazing the shell of her ear, my voice dropping to a murmur. “Let’s see how much work you get done now, moya zhena.”

I don’t take my time.

I devour her.

Her moan vibrates against my lips, only making me hungrier. My hands move to her waist, lifting her effortlessly. She squeals as I spin us, setting her down on the couch.

I kneel in front of her, pushing her thighs apart, my hands sliding up the soft skin. Her chest rises and falls rapidly in eager anticipation.

“I’ve barely seen you lately,” I say, kissing the inside of her knee.

“I’ve been busy.”

“So have I. But right now, I don’t give a fuck about anything else but this.”

Her breath shudders as I push her skirt up higher, exposing more of her to me.

“Oh God…”

“Tell me you want this.”

She hesitates. I grip her thighs, my thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin. “Tell me, Kat.”

Her lips part. Her voice is barely above a whisper. “I want this.”

That’s all I need. I slide my hands beneath her lace panties, hooking my fingers under the delicate fabric and dragging them down her legs, tossing them aside.

She’s already wet.

I grip her thighs tighter as I lower my mouth to her. The first flick of my tongue makes her jerk. The second makes her moan with pleasure. I don’t rush. I take my time, savoring her essence, every breathless sound, every tremble of her body as I pleasure her.

I tease. I taste. I feast.

She writhes beneath me, hands fisting into my hair, hips arching toward my mouth.

“Pavel,” she gasps.

I answer by sucking her clit.

She falls apart so beautifully. I don’t stop until she’s begging, trembling, breathless. I pull away, staring down at her flushed, panting form.

“Your turn,” she says, reaching for my belt.

She slides off the couch, her knees hitting the plush rug beneath her. Her hands skim up my thighs, slow, deliberate, nails barely scraping the fabric of my pants as she looks up at me. She holds my gaze as she undoes the buckle with practiced ease, then slowly unzips my slacks. The control in her movements is maddening, her fingers grazing my skin just enough to send heat coursing through my veins.

I lift myself up onto the couch, watching her, letting her take her time.

She palms me through my boxer briefs first, her touch light, teasing, a ghost of pressure that makes my muscles clench. She presses a soft kiss against my clothed length, her lips warm through the fabric, and, fuck, I nearly lose it right there.

‘Kat,’ I growl in warning, my fingers sinking into her hair.

She smirks against me, loving that I’m already unraveling for her. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of my briefs and drags them down, freeing me. My cock is already hard, aching, the tip slick with precum, desperate for her mouth.

When she finally takes me into her hand, stroking once—slow, tight, perfect—I curse under my breath. She doesn’t rush; she teases.

Her thumb swipes back and forth over the head before leaning in and licking a slow, obscene stripe along the underside of my length. My grip tightens in her hair. Then, with a wicked glint in her eyes, she wraps her lips around me and sinks down.

A guttural groan rumbles in my chest as I watch her take me deeper, her tongue pressing against the thick vein along my shaft, her mouth so goddamn hot and wet around me, it’s maddening.

‘Fuck,’ I bite out, my head tipping back for a brief second before I force myself to look down at her again.

‘Look at me,’ I order.

She does.

The sight of her on her knees, her lips stretched around my cock, her eyes locked on mine, nearly shatters me. I flex my hips slightly, pushing deeper, groaning as she takes it, as she hollows her cheeks, sucking harder.

‘Jesus, Kat.’

I fist her hair tighter, guiding her, controlling the pace. She lets me, but she’s just as much in control as I am. She flicks her tongue just right, moaning around me in a way that sends vibrations up my spine, making my whole body coil tightly.

I’m getting close to the edge. Right fucking there. And she knows it.

She slows, dragging her lips over me torturously, pulling back until only the head of my cock is in her mouth, her tongue flicking against the tip. My breath shudders. My muscles lock. I’m so goddamn close.

Then she takes me deep again, humming low in her throat, and I yank her off of me. She gasps, eyes wide, lips slick, her breath coming fast. I can still feel the ghost of her mouth on me, the chasm of pleasure she nearly dragged me into.

‘Enough,’ I rasp, dragging her to her feet. I slide my hand up her body, cupping her breast through her blouse, my thumb brushing over her hard nipple. She presses her body into mine.

‘You like teasing me, don’t you?’

Her fingers clutch at my shoulders, her breath uneven. ‘Maybe.’

I smirk, nipping at the sensitive skin just below her jaw. ‘Then it’s only fair I return the favor.’

I slide my hands down, gripping the backs of her thighs, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around my waist. I step toward the desk, clearing it with a sweep of my arm. Papers scatter, and a pen clatters to the floor before I set her down. She’s so ready for me.

Desperate. Dripping.

I’m going to make sure she knows exactly who she belongs to before this night is over. I unbutton her blouse, pushing the fabric from her shoulders, dragging my lips down the column of her throat, along the soft curve of her breast. She moans.

‘Tell me what you want, Kat.”

She swallows hard, her fingers trailing through my hair.

‘You,’ she whispers.

I press my palm between her thighs before sinking into her.