Page 25 of Den of Thieves
Karina sighed again, pushing her hair back from her face. Her father wasn’t all bad. His beliefs may be more than a little traditional, but he still cared about her, and it seemed like he wanted to get to know the children. Of course, part of it could be that he had very little family left alive, but she didn’t want to be a pessimist.
“But I have a ton of pictures,” she offered with a smile.
For the next hour, they poured over the packet of photos she planned on placing in the mail before she left Illinois. Karina loved her parents, and they loved her—in their own way. She realized that holding on to grudges and pain from the past did nothing but put a strain on their future.
Karina was close to ordering food when her father stood up to leave.
“I should get back to your mother. You—uh—should call more. I don’t agree with this, but I am still your father and like hearing your voice.”
“I can do that. I’ll keep sending photographs.”
“I’d like that.”
It wasn’t a hug, but it was a start.
8. “I Can’t Feel My Face When I’m with You.”
-THE WEEKND
“On your knees, pet.”
Aksana shivered as she moved to complete the task and then moaned out in sweet agony when the meaty hand connected with her exposed rear for not moving fast enough.
To say she’s been having the time of her life was an understatement. Venchi, reserved by the book, Venchi, was a domineering animal in bed. So much so, Aksana was in the midst of a sexual awakening. She learned new and improved ways to satisfy her body and tease her partner at the same time.
The first night he tossed her on her stomach and handcuffed her hands behind her back, she was hooked. For someone that loved being in charge and, let’s be honest, used to getting everything she wanted, becoming a submissive was something she never expected to enjoy.
Couple that with Venchi’s favorite pastime, edging, she became a slave to his commands and addicting touch.
Her breath caught as Venchi finally sank his length into her after what felt like hours of teasing.
Aksana’s entire body buzzed. Her legs shook and her insides quaked with need. As much as she tried not to, her fingers drifted down her front and landed between her folds. She could feel her orgasm on the horizon. She just needed a little… bit… more…
“What the hell are you doing, pet?
She whimpered in protest as Venchi pulled out of her. He flipped her over and plowed inside of her in one seamless movement. Venchi set a frantic, almost painful pace. It was all she could do to wrap her arms around his neck and hold on.
After learning the rhythm, she swiveled her hips in time with his. “Fuck, fuck, yes!”
There was a moment during sex where Venchi would drop the Dom act and stare at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Aksana wanted nothing more than for him to lower his mouth to hers and kiss her like he did the first time at the club.
She pressed her body closer to his and Venchi, always one step ahead, tilted her head to the side and bit her neck before sucking the sensitive flesh hard enough to leave a bruise.
He lowered his body, trapping her against the mattress. That, coupled with his mouth, was more than enough to send her over the edge. She came with a shuddering scream. Venchi never slowed his pace, allowing her to ride out her waves of bliss until her bones felt like they were made of jelly.
Venchi pulled back. He spread her legs wider, anchoring her hips to the bed before increasing his pace again. Aksana came again, softer this time. She squeezed him so tight he had no choice but to pull out of her with a ferocious roar.
Aksana felt so good. She wasn’t that mad that he got more of his load on her expensive bedsheets than her flat stomach. She purred, arching her back as she sat up.
“I’m going to shower, care to join me?”
“Sorry, I have work to do.” Venchi patted her thigh and got up to get dressed.
Aksana rolled her eyes and stomped to the bathroom. She didn’t know why he was so opposed to intimacy. She knew he would be gone by the time she got out of her steam shower.
She blew out a frustrated breath while washing her hair. Venchi was fun, but he wasn’t her ex. She sighed again, knowing she would have to break it off with him soon.
AK wanted spooning and early morning cuddles. Not whatever the hell this was. And would it kill him to kiss her? God, she missed kissing. If she didn’t get a pair of lips on hers soon, she might have to start batting for the other team.