It’s after midnight when I close the door to my makeshift office at the safe house. Though I’ve had a few setbacks, I’m satisfied with what I’ve accomplished so far.
I still have to land on a place to meet with Clown Irruption for the final sign-off. It’s fucking happening, and no mobster dispute’s going to postpone it.
Rain’s mid-flight to India at the moment. She sounded happy but tired. Was going to rest for a few hours, she said, which I was all for. Means she’s not afraid. Tatiana’ll be relieved that I spoke with her personally.
All is quiet in the living room. I find Fritz in the same position by the front door. Makes me wonder if he’s moved at all since I left. Bully has situated himself by the windows giving to the front lawn. He’s pulled up a comfy armchair and is halfway lying in it, tinkering with his gun. The TV is off.
“Where’s Tatiana?”
Bully turns his head. “She went to bed. I helped her with her luggage.”
“She had luggage?”
“Oh yeah. Two suitcases. They were heavy too. Lots of shoes, I bet. Women and shoes, man.”
Wow.
The condo is a narrow, three-story affair with small rooms on all floors. On the top floor, I look into each bedroom but find the last room, the master bed, closed. I don’t knock before entering.
She’s splayed out on the bed, and the view is even sexier than I could’ve imagined. Despite her nun hang-up, despite the flawless business suit she wore all day, Tatiana isn’t an orderly girl; it seems she stepped right out of every item she was wearing, leaving them in crumpled heaps on her way to the bed. I picture her, doing that with the drapes wide open like this. I stride over and close them.
At the center of the room, a modern canopy bed holds court. It’s fit for royalty, with tall mattresses on top of each other and wide enough for a foursome to pass out comfortably after a good fucking.
My ice queen looks breathtaking on it. Silky hair fans out around Tatiana’s porcelain features. It’s like she was airborne before she flopped to her back. She appears even more ethereal than usual, so perfectly in need of the ultimate desecration, and I’m just the monster for the job.
I shake my head to myself; she’s damn near unreal, fully asleep, the smooth curves of a naked arm daintily spread to a side. Her lashes flutter inside her dream world. If she’s wearing anything at all, it’s hidden by the sheets.
The beautiful Tatiana of the Valley must have misunderstood me. She thought I was giving up the master bed to her, but of course I wasn’t—I’m no gentleman. I bite my lip as I sit down on the edge of the bed, reaching for her and stroking two rough fingers down her throat.
The arc of a thin, mahogany eyebrow lowers in sleepy confusion at my touch. I think I like this; she’s in for a surprise.
I lean toward the nightstand and switch the light on. Sluggishly, her eyes glide open. She can’t quite focus at first, but when she does, those crystal-grey stunners widen.
I grin. “If you’re to hang out with me, you need to sleep with an eye open. I run with wolves.”
“Thugs,” she mumbles. “You run with thugs.”
I gather a thick strand of silk between my fingers and pull on it. “Main thing, you can’t afford to sleep that soundly, especially not with the door unlocked.”
“Yeah, well. It’s been a long twenty-four hours.”
“No matter. You forgot your drapes too. Good thing you have bodyguards.”
She huff-chuckles, squirming deliciously beneath the duvet. “Those two goons downstairs?”
“Yep, and me.”
“You are the wolf. I don’t see you as much defending me as eating me.”
“Now we’re talking. On that note…” My biceps tense as I lower myself over her and find her throat. I give her two pecks before I let my tongue out to taste her. She shivers.
“What are you doing?” Tatiana’s voice isn’t hesitant. Instead, it’s dreamy and inviting, and small hands slide cautiously around my back. I feel them flutter over my shoulder blades and down to my waist. Fuck yeah.
“I’m kissing you.” I run my nose up her throat, meeting her jaw. Then I turn her face enough to lick her lower lip. It’s juicy is what it is, so I drag it in between my lips and suckle on it.
“Isaias…” For one indecisive moment, she pulls away. “You shouldn’t be here.”
I take her jaw between my thumb and forefinger and make her mouth connect with mine again. Her reaction is a quiet whimper that shoots straight to my cock. Tatiana’s lips slide apart, giving me the access I need. She tastes how she smells: warm sugar, woman, and addiction in its purest form.
Her chest is heaving under me by the time I draw away. I lower my forehead, touching hers with mine. I stare, breathing heavily as I work to control my impulses. I want to peel her free of everything in my way, rip her open, and stuff her with myself. I need it now, in this second, and I want to roar doing it.
“I absolutely should be here,” I manage instead, picking up a thread she’s already forgotten. “This is my room. But with you in it, it’s ours.”
I do it now, with less violence than my testosterone reserves dictate: I pluck the duvet off her, crumpling it at her side. She gasps but doesn’t object when I wiggle the sheet off her too, revealing so much smooth, silky, delicate flesh, I feel my throat roll in a swallow.
I sit frozen for a second, taking in the vision she is. All she’s wearing is a lingerie set that makes my mouth water. With her flawless, creamy skin, the light pink color of the ensemble has me groaning. The entire bra is made of transparent, floral lace, and it intensifies the allure of the puffy, rose-colored nipples I’m seeing for the first time.
“You’re even more beautiful than I thought,” I whisper, letting my first, full feel of her start at the top of her chest. I slide my hand downward, the sensation of her sigh shivering under me as I fill my palm with a breast.
I stray down the outline of her ribs to the slight valley of her stomach. My ice queen’s navel becomes an upright oval as she arches her torso for more of my touch.
“Hmm,” I murmur, sliding over the miniature ribbon decorating the top of her panties. I run my pinkie down barely there flowers covering the small dark triangle that tempts from below. “It’s my first time seeing nun underwear, and I could never have imagined this kind of perfection.”
She smiles, letting her eyes slide closed as I run my finger down her cleft. Warm slickness coats me immediately, so I add another finger, reveling in her lust. “Turned on, are we?”
I examine her reaction to my statement. I see no shame, no embarrassment. I lean down to kiss her stomach first, then I lick my way down to that little ribbon. Playful, I bite down on the lining, making sure to graze her skin with my teeth. I lift the fabric and make it snap back against her body.
“Shit,” she mumbles. “Come here?” She extends her arms, inviting me over her.
“Not yet, baby. I need you in my mouth first.”
She groans, arching her hips, helping me pull off those nonexistent little panties.
“You know what else I like about nuns?” I dip my head down, sniffing a path down from her small tuft of dark fur to her clit.
A mewl escapes her as she clutches the sheets on both sides of her body. I make out with her pussy, suckling on fragrant folds, dipping my tongue in and sampling her love channel.
God, she’s exquisite. I’m not holding back on the wet slurping sounds coming from me as I enjoy her. There’s nothing better than savoring your favorite meal without table manners.
She complains in small, unfinished sentences, and it’s hot as hell.
“I like how impatient nuns are. They need you inside of them. They can’t wait for your cock to fill them up,” I growl as I slide upward, heavy over her.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“Oh, baby, I’ll take care of that.”
Fifteen seconds, and I’m over her again. The sensation of bare, warm, soft skin against my own harder body makes me groan out loud.
“You. Are so beautiful. I’m obsessed with you.” I bite her lip. Press myself against her. She’s so eager, opening her legs for me, wrapping her arms around me.
“Are you clean?” she stutters.
“A hundred and fifty percent,” I huff, because I can’t even begin to think of a condom between us. I’ve wanted this woman for too long.
“I am too,” she huffs.
“Nuns tend to be clean, I hear,” I joke. The moment will come soon enough where she’ll have to admit what she really is. She’s no nun, that’s for sure.
“I’m on birth control.”
Fuck. Yes.
Small fingers wrap around my cock. Her scent. Her moves. Her warmth. Her moans. Everything about her has me harder than granite, and my dick is ready to explode. She massages me carefully, pumping once, twice, before steering me between her thighs.
I jerk forward, rotating my hips. The bulb of my cock kneads her clit. My name has never sounded hotter on a woman’s lips. I press inside of her, and a guttural grunt escapes me. “You’re so tight, baby.”
She sighs out her appreciation.
“You like that?” I rock against her, covering her body with mine. She’s wrapped around me. All woman, she’s fantastic, pure sensation—fucking killing me.
“I love it. Isaias... God.” She stiffens under me.
“Already?” Tenderness and wonder pour into my voice while she trembles under me. “How do you prefer to ride out your orgasm? Still, slow, or fast?” I want it perfect for her.
“Slo-o-ow,” she stutters.
Oh, I can do slow. Full contact, with every inch of me rubbing against all of her, I let her enjoy me as I glide in and out. The contractions of her euphoria almost tip me over the brink.
“Like this?” I whisper, soaking in the way her face smoothens. Is there anything more stunning than your obsession so blissed out she can’t keep her eyes open?
She’s exhausted. Spent against the pillows with her eyes half-masted.
“My, my, my,” I hum. “Now you’ve done it. You and I’ll be playing all night long.”
“He looks weird,” Bully says to Fritz after Tatiana and I leave the breakfast table.
Fritz mumbles some non-answer.
“You seen how he looks at her?”
“You should shut up,” Fritz says.
Tatiana’s nostrils flare with suppressed amusement.
“Why? It’s not like he can hear us or anything from in there.”
They’re quiet while I unplug my phone and get ready for another home-office morning. Until Bully can’t keep his mouth zipped any longer and adds, “He fucked her. Know what I mean? That’s why he looks at her like that.”
Fritz grunts.
“She’s so hot. I’d do her in a second.”
“Roger that,” Fritz mutters so low I can hardly hear it. Tatiana can’t help snorting, and I send her a playful wink. She clamps down on her lips again, stopping her laughter last second, and tiptoes off to the bathroom.
Not gonna lie. The girl makes me smile.