“That’s it, right there,” Sasha grunted, upping his pace. “Now everyone out there will know exactly who you belong to.”
My hands were pressed to the mirror, desperately trying to keep my head from cracking the reflective glass.
“Please,” I begged, out of my mind with pleasure.
“You ready to come?” He punctuated the question with a deep grind of his hips, rubbing against my clit in the process, and I moaned.
“God, yes. More.”
Breath hot in my ear, he met my eyes in the mirror. “Since I’m such anice guy, I’m gonna give you a hand, baby.”
There wasn’t time to wonder if he’d ever let me forget those words from our first date because his free hand wedged between where my hips were pressed flush against the sink, and two fingers worked firm circles over my needy clit.
“Fuck!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Don’t stop!”
He pounded into me from behind as his fingers worked furiously, the combination overwhelming, causing that tight string to snap; heat flooded outward from my core, and blinding light burst behind my eyes as I shattered.
Even as my body grew limp, Sasha continued to use me for his pleasure. Mind fuzzy, I was only vaguely aware of his own sounds of release until I felt the heat of it hitting the flesh of my backside.
Letting the horny bitch take over had gotten me into trouble again. Just a different type this time.
Swallowing, I lifted my heavy head to peek over my shoulder. Sure enough, there was cum coating the globes of my ass.
A shaky sigh flew past my lips, my voice hoarse from screaming. “We’re playing with fire,” I chastised with a pointed look at his bare cock.
He still held the softening length in his hands but offered me a shrug. “What’s life without a little danger?”
Said the man who’s never had to stare real danger in the face before.
“I should probably get on birth control if you’re going to forget to wear a condom more often than not.”
The cracking sound made me jolt in surprise before the flash of fire across one cheek registered, my gasp a delayed response to his hand smacking down on my ass, only to come away sticky with cum.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Sasha’s voice took on a deeper quality that made me shiver.
Dropping my forehead to the cool countertop, I sighed. “Sasha.”
Water rushed from the faucet nearest me, and the mess left behind from our quickie was wiped away with a dampened paper towel.
Looping his arms around my waist, Sasha eased me upright before turning me around. I pressed my forehead to his chest, unable to look at him as I made my position on a future family clear.
“I know it’s something you want, but kids are off the table for me.” I let out a shaky exhale, admitting the biggest reason why. “I can’t risk it. It’s a struggle to survive for girls in my world.”
Gentle fingers teased beneath my chin, tilting my face upward. “Then it’s a good thing we’re not in your world. We’re in mine. No daughter of ours will ever have to face what you did growing up.”
He still didn’t get it.
I shoved off his chest, stepping out of his arms and across the small bathroom, hugging my waist, not caring that I was half naked.
“A boy’s just as bad.”
“How?” Sasha eyed me quizzically. “I thought—”
“Because they don’t have an heir yet, Sasha!” I yelled, my body trembling with a mix of fear and frustration over a situation I couldn’t change. “Matteo has only girls and a dead wife. Gio’s childless, chasing a wife who hated our life so much she ran. My brother isn’t even married. If we had a boy, they would be the rightful heir, a Bellini by blood if not by name.”
Cautiously, he stepped closer, offering the comfort of his arms, and I was drawn to him like a magnet, rushing into his embrace. Sasha stroked over my hair, whispering, “Right here, right now, you’re safe. I’ve got you.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to retort that I’d never be safe, but I was so tired of fighting a life I’d left behind that would never leave me. So, I let Sasha hold me and make promises he couldn’t keep about my safety and our future.
