Chapter 6

DANILL

The hand that is still gripping her hip, I slide that around and touch her sensitive clit. She turns her head slightly, her lips touching the underside of my jaw. Turning my head, I press my lips against hers. I suck in her breath, taking it inside of me at the same time I fill her with my own exhaled breath.

My fingers move against her clit, my air is her air, and I fuck her. I can feel her body beneath mine, her muscles tremble and I know that she’s getting closer to the edge.

She’s so goddamn close she’s about to fall over.

I can’t fucking wait.

I need to feel her cunt squeeze me.

Her breathing starts coming out in pants against my lips and I know she’s got to be light-headed. The hand in her hair, I move it around and grip her throat. One. Two. Three thrusts with my hips and she screams in my mouth, her pussy clamping down around my cock, her body jerking and bucking beneath mine.

I continue to take her, my hand still between her thighs and the other around her throat. Then I bury myself balls deep inside of her and I come.

I fill her with my cum.

Marking her as mine.

Only fucking mine.

No man will ever touch her again. I’m not even sure if I’ll allow another man to ever lay eyes on her again. She is mine.

HOLLAND

I don’t think that I could accurately describe what’s just happened to me. After catching my breath and trying to come to terms with the fact that I had two orgasms in one sex session, I just can’t deal. Turning my head, I look over at Danill, who is breathing heavy next to me, lying on his back.

Then I feel something between my legs. Slipping my hand between my thighs, I assume that it’s just my own juices. I rub my fingers together and realize that it’s not just me, it’s us, it’s semen. I’m knocked out of my hazy afterglow immediately.

“You didn’t use a condom.”

He doesn’t say anything immediately. I turn to him and push up slightly. Then repeat myself. “You didn’t use a condom.” “I didn’t,” he agrees.

“You didn’t use a condom,” I shout, shaking my cumsoaked fingers in his face.

He turns to me, reaching out, and wraps his hand around my wrist. Before I know what’s happening, he turns my hand around and shoves my fingers in my mouth. I try to fight his hold, but he’s too strong.

“Suck them,” he demands. My eyes widen and I wrap my lips around my fingers, sucking them. “Taste them,” he says. “Taste yourself, taste me—taste us.” His words end on a purr, then he slowly shifts my hand from my mouth and holds it at my hip. “I did not and never will use a condom with you.”

“You don’t even know me, and I don’t know you,” I breathe, unable to raise my voice at him because this is hot as shit.

He shakes his head once, then reaches over and flicks off the lamp at the side of the bed. “I know what I need to know. I know that I don’t need a condom with you and

neither do you with me. You’re safe.” “You’re crazy,” I mutter.

He chuckles. “You have no idea, Holland.”

The way that he says my name causes my entire body to jerk. And it’s then I realize something. “I didn’t tell you my name,” I say.

He releases my wrist but doesn’t respond right away, instead, he wraps his arm around me and pulls me against his side. “Hmm?” he asks.

I repeat myself. “I didn’t tell you my name,” I repeat.

He touches his lips to the side of my neck, then my shoulder. “Sleep.”

I open my mouth to say something, but then I feel his tongue taste me from my shoulder to my earlobe. “Sleep,

kroshka.”

My eyes slowly close, with his warm body wrapped around mine, my own body completely exhausted. I sleep. I still think he’s crazy for not using a condom. I still want to discuss that further, but I’m too sated and too physically exhausted to talk about it right now.

In a few weeks, I’ll have to play the good daughter for the weekend with my father. Attend his parties and pretend to be the loving child, but right now, it feels so damn good being naughty for this man. This stranger.

It feels really good to just let go for once in my entire life. I don’t know why I feel safe with him, I’m sure that I shouldn’t. There is absolutely nothing safe about this man, but I do, and I hope that it doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass.

DANILL

THIS IS TROUBLE.

She is trouble.

But I find that I don’t mind it overly much, mainly because in just a few short weeks she will be my trouble only. And only mine. Once she falls asleep, I leave her there, but not before I send myself a text from her phone, that is without a passcode or facial recognition lock. This will change when she is mine.

Jogging toward my car, I look back up to her place. Fuck me, but it’s a good apartment. The view is the best I’ve ever seen, a private beach just for residents, and I don’t think that I want her to get rid of it when I take her.

It’s well after three in the morning, but I send my realtor a text with the address and ask her how much it would cost for me to purchase the residence. Not all apartments are for sale in buildings like these, but anything is for sale at the right price.

She doesn’t respond right away, not that I expect her to, she will when she wakes, especially for the payout this commission will be. Slipping into the driver’s seat of my Audi, I turn toward home. I need a few hours sleep before I need to be at my computer in the morning.

I still have some research to do on Holland’s father, Barry Wanger. I need to make sure that this goes off flawlessly, without a hitch. I need to get my markers and favors lined up neatly in a row so that there are no hiccups.

Barry will be gone and Holland will be mine. I’ve made my decision, being with her only solidified that decision in a way where there is no other option. She could have my child inside of her, but beyond that, she is simply mine to take.

Pulling up to my house, I’m not surprised to see the car parked in the driveway. Opening my door, I unfold from the car and make my way toward him.

“Grisha,” I call out.