Page 48 of Keeping My Enemies Closer: Pt. 1

Once we were both inside and on our way, I turned towards the woman that was consuming my thoughts.“How did it go with your mother?”

“She wanted to know how I could tarnish my uncle’s memory by sleeping with the enemy,” she answered, and though her tone held no bite, it did sound tired.

“And what did you tell her?”I asked.

“Does it matter, Kasimir?”she countered.“She knows that I’m moving out on Sunday, and I’m pretty sure that our relationship is beyond repair at this point.”

Freshly showered, Zoya looked younger than she really was, but she also looked too slim and too tired.The dark circles under her eyes bothered me, and I was going to do everything that I could to help her become healthy again.

Reaching for her, I dumped her on my lap, ignoring all the seatbelt laws as I pushed the partition lever on the car door.While I had planned on just taking her to dinner, I wanted to remind her of last night and all the reasons why living with me was a good thing.

“You look pretty,” I told her as my hand slid up her leg and underneath her dress.“You look so fucking pretty when you’re dressed sweetly for me.”

Her cheeks reddened in embarrassment as she said, “I didn’t know where you were taking me, so I wanted to make sure that I was dressed decently.”

“Lepestok, you could be dressed in a paper bag, and you’d still be beautiful,” I told her, and that wasn’t bullshit, either.In my eyes, she’d always be a stunning picture of beauty.

“What does that mean?”she finally asked, making me smirk.

“I thought you didn’t care what it meant?”

“I didn’t,” she replied.“But I do now.”

“It means petal in Russian,” I answered.“Your name means life, and flowers remind me of new life whenever it’s time for their bloom.”

“Oh,” she mouthed, probably having expected something vulgar or insulting.

As my hand slid between her thighs, Zoya glanced towards the partition nervously, and her modesty really was refreshing.“He can’t see or hear a thing, baby.”

Looking back at me, she asked, “What about dinner?”

“We’ve no reservations, so it’ll be there when we’re ready,” I replied, my hand now nestled comfortably against her pussy.“We can take all the time that we want.”

“Kasimir...we...we can’t keep going on like this,” she said.“I can’t keep taking chances like this.If I get pregnant-”

“We’ll move up the wedding,” I stated seriously as my fingers finally slid inside her panties.

Zoya’s hands latched onto my arm, but it wasn’t to push me away; it was to hold on.She also opened her legs for me, giving me all the room that I needed to please her, and that’s all that I wanted to do.I wanted to please Zoya in a way that would make her addicted to me, and I didn’t care how manipulative that might sound.I wanted this woman with me, and I was prepared to do whatever I needed to in order to make that happen.

I had two fingers inside her when I told her as much.“There is nothing that I won’t do to keep you,lepestok.There is nothing that I won’t do to make sure that I wake up to you every morning and go to sleep next to you every night.”

Her head dropped back as my thumb hit her clit, and the sounds of her wetness were loud and lewd around us, and they had my dick hard as steel.Whatever her mouth said, her body told the truth, and even after using her all night long, she was sitting on my lap, ready for more, and she wasn’t even letting her soreness stop me.

“Tell me how good that feels, baby,” I ordered.

“Don’t stop...”she whispered, her hips moving to meet my fingers.

“Not until you’re in love with me,lepestok,” I promised as my lips found her neck.“Not until you need my touch just as badly as I need yours.”

When Zoya whimpered breathlessly, I couldn’t help myself any longer.I pulled the strap of her blue dress down, and my lips latched onto that sweet swell of her left breast, working to leave my mark on her.Yeah, she still had plenty of reminders littering her body randomly, but I was obsessed with her enough to want to mark every inch of her skin to show that she was taken.

“Oh, God...”she cried out as my fingers penetrated her and my thumb manipulated her clit.“Kasimir...”

“That’s it, baby,” I growled against her soft skin.“Keep saying my name.”

“Kasimir, please...”

“Are you going to cum for me?”I teased as I curled my fingers inside her, hitting that delicious spot hidden deeply inside.“Are you going to make a mess for me?”