“Put me down, Godzilla!” Laney yelled, laughing as she beat Boris on the back.
He had swept her from the BMW, tossed her over his shoulder and strode into the mansion through the door, which was held open by one of their conveniently placed guards. He looked around and then strode in the opposite direction of their bedrooms. Laney twisted around on his shoulder trying to figure out where they were going, but her hair was falling in her eyes from the heated kisses he had given her in the back seat of the car.
He went slamming into a room she hadn’t been in before but suspected was his office due to the heavy masculine desk and leather couch and chairs. He lifted her easily off his shoulder by the waist and clutched her to his chest, seeking her lips as though they had been denied him for too long. Laney shoved her hair out of the way and wrapped her arms and legs around him.
He cupped the back of her head in one huge hand and tilted her so he could fill her mouth with his tongue, thrusting into her the way she knew he wanted to fuck her with his cock. She moaned into his mouth, accepting him, knowing she didn’t have a choice and loving it. She yanked at his shirt until he had to break their kiss and pull away from her just enough to get rid of the fabric that separated their bare skin.
“Blyad kotenok, been too fucking long,” he groaned against her, licking and biting the skin of her bare shoulder. She felt him unhook the chain around her neck and yank the fabric of her shirt, baring her breasts. She wore no bra.
He groaned and arched her back in his arms, attacking her breasts, devouring them whole with lips and tongue until she was filling the room with her cries. He carried her, still wrapped around him to the desk and laid her across the hard, wooden top. Laney stretched her arms out, sweeping papers and pens aside, uncaring of their importance. Nothing was as important as being with Boris in that moment.
Once she was laid out across his desk, wantonly writhing and begging for his hot tongue on her breasts, he was able to pull the rest of her clothes away. Everything except her thigh sheaths and the holster around her waist. He took a step back from her and grinned down at her wolfishly. Laney leaned up on one elbow and glared at him. “What?” she demanded, “why did you stop?”
“Fuck, Laney, seeing you laying spread out on my desk where I do my business, wearing nothing but your gun and your knives,” he ran his hand down his face and beard as though barely able to contain himself. He reached down to unbuckle his belt and adjust his cock, never taking his eyes off her. “You take my breath away, woman.”
She grinned up at him and brought her feet up on the desk. With aching slowness, she reached down between her thighs, teasing the black hair between her thighs before very delicately parting her labia and showing him a peek of her flushed clitoris. She fluttered her long lashes at him. “You like playing dangerous games, Godzilla?”
His huge chest lifted and dropped as he sucked air into his lungs, watching her fingers intently as she touched herself. “Only with you, Laney kotenok.”
She brought her hands down to the desk and pushed herself up until she was sitting on the edge, then pushed herself off. He growled in protest when she stood in front of him instead of on her back pleasuring herself, where he preferred her. Swiftly she pulled her daggers from the sheaths and held them up for him to see. He watched her eyes as she held them up. All playfulness left her eyes.
“I stabbed you,” she breathed, reaching around to touch him gently on the back before dropping her hand.
He nodded gravely. “You had no choice, Laney. It was barely a scratch for a man like me.”
“I caused you pain,” she whispered.
He gave her a tight smile. “I fucking love it when you hurt me. It is the best kind of pain.”
“I only want to make you feel good,” she said licking her lips.
“I always feel good when I’m with you,” he growled down at her. “I have been spending nearly a year trying to tell you this.”
She nodded and slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. Staring up at him she brought her hands up to his zipper. She had to stretch up his thighs to reach him. He captured her wrists and shook his head. “You don't have to do this.”
She licked her lips again, her eyes growing heavy with desire. She flicked her hands, slapping the edges of her daggers against his forearms, reminding him that she was still armed. He let her go with a grunt. She grinned and purred, “Oh, I want to, Godzilla.”
She reached into his underwear and pulled his thick, veined cock free. With a moan, she dropped her blades and reached for it with both hands, grasping the base and wrapping her small fingers around it. She had to crouch in order to reach him with her mouth, unable to do so on her knees. He reached down and took her hair in his hands, clutching it desperately, feeling the silken strands slide through his tattooed fingers as her tongue touched him for the first time.
“Blyad!”
The swore tore explosively from his throat as she sucked the tip of him into her greedy mouth. She swirled her tongue against his slit and then explored the broad purple head until he was vibrating with the effort not to savagely fuck her face and throat. He would hurt the petite woman if he did what he so badly wanted to do to her. She bobbed her face further down the broad length of his dick, clearly exploring her limits. Shyly she touched his heavy ball sac with her fingertips before lightly squeezing him, forcing a groan from him. She used her other hand to squeeze the base of his shaft while swiping him with her wicked tongue, swallowing his salty pre-cum down her throat.
She tried taking more of him into her mouth and throat, but he was too big for her. She gagged, her throat flexing and squeezing him. His hand clenched in her hair and he swore in a jumble of several languages. She sat back, spit dripping down her chin and looked up at him with wide eyes. Then she slowly ran her tongue lovingly over his engorged cock while he watched, before trying to swallow him down her throat once more.
“Fuck, woman!” he yelled as she purposely gagged herself on him. He clenched his hand in her hair and, unable to help himself, thrust himself into her mouth, filling her with his cock until she gurgled. He looked down at her bent back, at the gun strapped just above her ass and nearly shot his load right down the back of her throat. Instead he pulled out of her.
Spit dripped down her chin and onto her chest. He pulled her up by the hair, picked her up by the waist, lifted her off the floor and licked the spit off of her before devouring her red lips in a hungry kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He broke the kiss and dropped her back onto the desk. He lifted her legs over his arms, forcing them wide and lined himself up against her soaked entrance. She arched her back and moaned as he slammed himself home inside her.
Laney shrieked and clutched his biceps as her body worked to accept the sudden invasion. He breathed heavily and held her open, though she struggled against him in an attempt to ease the fullness. He needed her too badly to allow her to hold back now. He pulled back and shifted her legs wider against his arms before sliding more fully into her. She moaned and arched back against the desk, her gun rocking against the wood.
Boris leaned forward and filled her open mouth with his tongue, distracting her from the stretching fullness of his cock in her tight pussy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. When he felt her body loosen, he leaned back and reached between their bodies, gliding his thumb over the tiny, slick mound of her clit until she was crying out and thrashing underneath him.
She tried to move her legs to ease the fullness of his thrusts and the attack on her clit. “No, you don’t,” he growled, grabbing hold of her ankle and forcing it back over his shoulder.
Taking hold of her waist, he slammed her down on his cock, hammering into her until she was screaming through her orgasm. He gave her a slashing grin of satisfaction before following her over the edge of bliss with an orgasm of his own that was so powerful his knees grew weak and he was forced to pull out of her and kneel on the floor between her legs next to the desk. The stars on his knees may mean he would kneel for no man, but he sure as fuck would kneel for this woman any day. If she only knew how much power she held over him.
“This is the best view I’ve had all day,” he mumbled, looking over at her glistening pussy.
“Pervert,” she sighed.
He stood, pulled her limp body off the desk and tossed her over his shoulder as gently as he could. She moaned and smacked his shoulder weakly. “I can walk!” she complained.
“Nyet,” he denied, striding out of the office.
“Boris!” she gasped. “We’re naked! Go back, let me put clothes on!”
“Nyet. There is no time for what I have in mind. We need to get to the bedroom.”
A soldier was walking toward them from the direction of the entrance hall. He stopped and stared with his mouth open. Laney could see him from her vantage point, but Boris could not. Laney reached behind her and pulled the gun from its holster. Bracing herself against Boris’ muscular, tattooed back, she took aim at the man.
“Keep staring, asshole!” she snarled.
Boris froze and turned to see who Laney was threatening. His voice was a chilling rumble as he spoke. “You will want to remove your eyes from my naked wife before I remove them from your dead body.”
The man dropped his eyes instantly and hurried away in the opposite direction. Laney sighed and relaxed against his back as they continued up the stairs toward the master suite. “You may want to let me wear clothes in the main parts of the house if you intend to be a good employer that doesn’t randomly murder people and remove their body parts.”
He grunted, but otherwise ignored her extremely fair suggestion. He set her on her feet in front of the door to the master suite of rooms. She hadn’t been in this wing of the mansion yet, not having been invited into Boris’ bedroom before now. She stared around her curiously as he opened the door. The bedroom was dark and heavy and very Russian. She wrinkled her nose at all the heavy furniture and draperies. She preferred her room with its lighter, more feminine furniture.
He caught the look on her face and chuckled. “I did not choose any of this and would welcome any changes you want to make.”
She looked up at him shyly. It was such an oddly domestic thing to suggest. Plus, he was giving her choices again. “Really?” she asked, wanting to be certain he knew what he was suggesting. “You would let me redecorate your bedroom?”
“Of course, kotenok,” he rumbled. “I want you to be comfortable in here. I plan for you to stay here. Just make sure the bed is big. Very big.”
She watched him carefully and then asked, “Out there… you called me y-your wife?”
Her breath caught in her throat and she almost wished she could take the words back, but she needed to know where she stood. She knew he wanted her, knew he even loved her. But she needed to know that things wouldn’t come crashing down around her and Jin. She needed to know that she belonged here, with him, forever.
Boris came to stand in front of her and then slowly sunk to his knees in front of her. Her bare breasts were level with is mouth and he gently placed a kiss on the tip of each. He extracted the gun from her hand and tossed it onto a nearby chair. She was so comfortable with the weapon she had nearly forgotten she was holding it. He reached around and unlatched the holster, allowing it to fall to the floor.
“Laney, you are my forever, my perfection, my everything. Have been from the moment I set eyes on you,” he spoke in Russian, attempting to slow the words so she could catch each one. “You know I will do anything to keep you, but I find I cannot hurt you again. I regret some of things I have done in my desperation to have you. It is the way of this life, to take what we want. I thought I was doing the right thing, showing my strength. By taking you with brutality and tying you down. Instead, I hurt the only thing in this world that means anything to me. I could have killed your Jin.”
Tears sparkled in her eyes. She placed her fingers against his lips and shook her head, trying to cut off the flow of words. Gently he took her fingers, kissed her hand and held it so he could continue speaking.
“If I had been responsible for her death, I would have laid down my life. I would have deserved worse for not allowing you to collect the bounty and run back to your Jin as you begged me over and over,” he rumbled, matching tears gathering in his eyes. “This mistake nearly cost me both of you. When I saw you laying in the mud with that beautiful child and… I did not know if you were alive or dead. I wanted to lay down and die with you.”
A sob escaped Laney’s lips and she shook against him, tears rolling down her cheeks. She touched his bearded cheek, his hair and his ear, caressing him while he spoke.
“As much as I want to force you to stay with me, I know I cannot. I love you too much. I love your spirit and your fight. I cannot crush you with this life if it is not what you want. I saw the look on your face when I gave you the freedom of choice. Something you have never experienced. I cannot be the one to take that away from you.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks and her knees gave out. Boris caught her against his chest as she fell. He held her as she cried and clutched him. She cried for a lifetime of lost choices and for her dead mother. She cried because this giant man saw her better than any other human possibly could and wanted to give her the world. His world.
“I will let you go, if that is what you want,” he rumbled against her, bowing over top of her, protecting her with his body.
“No!” she cried, struggling up in his arms. She clutched at his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. Shaking her head, she said, “I don’t ever want you to let me go. Or Jin. We belong with you.”
She watched as the pain in his eyes changed to happiness and then fierce possessiveness. He lifted her until her legs were wrapped around his waist and his rising cock nudged her from underneath.
“You mean it?” he asked, his fingers biting into her skin where his huge hands were wrapped halfway around her body beneath her arms. “Because once you say the words, I will not ever let you go, Laney. This is your only chance for freedom.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, “Forever.”
He pulled her knees back and wrapped his fingers around her ass, pulling her pussy apart from underneath. She gasped as he nudged her slippery entrance with the broad crown of his cock. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes as he forced her body lower onto his hard cock. He took a fistful of her hair and forced her head up.
“Look at me,” he growled, tilting his hips up and thrusting several inches of cock into her body. Despite having just had sex, this position was not easy for her to take a man of his size.
Laney opened her eyes and tried to focus on him. A moan of pleasure escaped her parted lips as he continued to tilt his hips, fucking her with shallow thrusts, driving her toward another explosive peak. He cupped the back of her head and covered her face in kisses, watching every fleeting expression as though it were a precious memory.
“Boris…” she sighed and then yelled as the joy of orgasm washed over her. She bowed backwards and thrust her hips against his.
He picked her up in his arms and took the few steps to the bed as she came down from her high. He cradled her in his arms, lifted one of her legs over his arm and gently fucked her while she lay underneath him with a blissful expression on her face. Licking his thumb, he carefully slid it rhythmically across her clit until she was once more thrashing, clawing and reaching for another orgasm. As she jumped head first over the edge of another explosive peak, Boris joined her. With a grunt of extreme pleasure, he emptied himself deep within her.
Though he would have loved to collapse exactly where he was, between the thighs of the woman he loved, he knew he would crush her. Rolling to the side, Boris pulled Laney with him, forcing her to lay on top of him. She complied with a grumbling moan at having to reposition herself and dug her fingernails into his side to let him know.
He grinned and slapped her bare ass. Smoothing the hair off her forehead, he kissed her soft skin and asked, “Vykhodi za menya, Laney kotenok?”
She tilted her head to look up at him and grinned back. “Yes, Godzilla. I will marry you.”