“Yes?”
“What did Demyan say to you?”
I frown. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about. When? He said a lot of things.”
“No, in Russian,
Ah. “Bratstvo ne padet?” I ask.
She nods eagerly. I sigh, squeezing out the washcloth and turning the water off. “It means the brotherhood must never die.”
“Ooooh.” She captures my face between her hands and draws my gaze to hers. “He’s right. Never.”
I kiss her, silently thanking her.Chapter 16TaaraI sleep so soundly that when I wake, I actually feel a little groggy. I open one eye, then the other. It takes me a minute to realize where I am and I must make a sudden move, because Stefan’s arms wrap around me.
“You alright?” he asks. “You jumped.” His voice is all gravelly with sleep, and the sound makes me feel warm and comforted. I roll over toward him, and he pulls me to his chest.
“Just didn’t remember where I was,” I say.
“Does this help you remember?” Cupping my face in his hands, he brushes his lips to mine.
“Mmm,” I say when he lets me go. “I’m with Stefan.”
“Sure as hell are,” he says with a grin that makes his eyes crinkle around the edges. My heart thumps madly in my chest, and he brings his hand under the blanket, one massive palm covering my breast. I sigh and move closer to him. Without a word, he rolls over on top of me and pins my wrists down while kissing me, gently at first then more persistent, his erection pressing between my legs.
It seems Stefan likes morning sex, and he doesn’t have to ask me twice. I part my legs for him, moaning when he moves one hand to grasp my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulls at the hardened peak. The thin nightie I wear does nothing to protect me, but I’m not complaining. It feels fucking awesome. He yanks up my leg and spanks my bare thigh, making me yelp then groan.
“Over my lap,” he says.
“What?” I ask.
He’s already spinning me out and yanking me over his knees. “You’ll come for daddy with your ass aching,” he says.
My pulse spikes, and I moan as he yanks off my clothes and bares my ass over his knee.
“You’re a naughty little thing,” he scolds, clucking his tongue just before he crashes his hand on my ass. I buck and moan, but this isn’t like being punished. It’s hot and sensual and my clit throbs. I scissor my legs when he crashes his hand down a second time, then a third, before he weaves his fingers through my hair and yanks my head back.
“Tell me. Tell me you’re daddy’s naughty little slut.”
I mewl a little in protest, but when he spanks me again, I breathe, “I’m daddy’s naughty little slut.”
In reward, he glides his fingers to my pussy and pumps hard and fast. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Daddy’s,” I moan, and he spanks me again, and again, his huge palm covering every inch of my bare ass. Then he drapes me over his lap and squeezes my ass cheeks.
“And whose ass is this?” he asks.
“Daddy’s,” I whisper, flushing red hot at the insinuation. Oh, God. I gasp when his thumb glides across my asshole.
“Who’s gonna give that ass to daddy to fuck?”
“Okay, now, wait a minute--ow!”
Another hard spank.
“Yours, daddy,” I finally say, not because I’m afraid of him but because I want him to do just that, to fuck me every which way he wants and can. Stefan is the master of my heart and master of my body, and nothing thrills me more than being fucked by him.
In minutes, he’s got me divested of my clothes, his own quickly discarded. He lays me onto the bed and I part my legs, my spanked ass aching on the silky sheets but making me impossibly wetter when he rolls on a condom. He glides his cock between my thighs, and in silence, with perfect, vicious, exquisite strokes of his cock between my legs, he fucks me.
He bends his mouth to mine and kisses me, pumping his cock in me in flawless rhythm, working me to ecstasy. This is unlike our lovemaking before. This is hot and hurried, but sweet and sensual, and I come with his lips still on my mouth, his own release on the heels of mine.
When we’re panting and satiated, he brings his mouth to my ear.
“Now do you remember?”
I grin. “Yes, daddy.”
We dress in amicable silence, though the shower together nearly delays us even further. I remind him Demyan and Larissa are likely waiting for us, and I get away with no more than a quick, teasing slap to my ass. When we make our way down to the dining room, we hear heated voices in a doorway to our right. I look at Stefan curiously, and he meets my gaze. It sounds like Demyan and Larissa.