Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex) novel Chapter 97

10: Georgina.

So this is what power feels like.

Did I really have it all this time without knowing?

Well, I'm going to wield it now, so look out. A lot of this empowerment is seeing the evidence of how much Aleksei needs me. My Russian is a man of cold control, but right now, he’s the furthest thing from his usual self. The gray of his eyes is blocked out by the black of his dilated pupils, the veins in his neck seem to pulse. He’s whipping off his coat and shirt while staring me down like a lion over a lamb...and maybe I should be afraid. There is dangerous intention written all over him and it’s unfamiliar.

But I know he would never, ever hurt me. This man who would care for me through the rockiest periods of my life. This man who would build me a house because of my love for a book would die before harming me. He’s my man.

Yes, he’s mine. We have battle lines to draw, though. I’m drawing one right now, by letting him know he doesn't dictate every single thing we do together.

Next I'll worry about college — oh, I'm going — but no way am I going to deprive us of finally coming together. Not when it has been so long in the making. And God, I'm shaking with the need to be possessed by Aleksei.

It's why I work my tank top over my head and unhook my bra clasp, lust closing in from ail sides at the shudder of his huge chest, the Russian curses on his lips. “You have learned a valuable lesson this day, Georgina. No? You and that little unfucked cunt are Uncle Aleksei’s obsession. You aim to exploit me now by using it to get your way? Is that right?”

“M — maybe once in a while — ”

With a half laugh, half growl, he sheds his shirt, revealing a vicious wall of honed muscle and inked artwork and —

“Oh.” I suck in a breath and reach out to trace his marked skin. Skin I only glimpsed once through the foggy shower glass. “My name. It’s everywhere.

All over you.”

“Da.” Reaching down between us, he unzips his pants and lets out his heavy erection with a groan. Taking the flesh in his right hand, he tilts his hips, letting me see the script low on his stomach. Right above the root of his manhood, my name is scripted in bold, black ink. “You own it all, angel. I’d rip out my heart and tattoo you there, if I could.”

“Aleksei...” My own beating organ lodges in my throat, heat pushing behind my eyes. “But when we were in the library, you didn’t say you loved me back.”

He drops down above me on all fours. A panther prowling above his claim.

“Ah, Georgina. I’ve been telling you every day for years. With everything I do, I tell you I love you.” His mouth descends to feast on one breast, then the other, his lips and tongue made of magic. “Did you think I would take you to a Justin Bieber concert if I didn't worship and love you with my very soul?

Angel, my fucking ears were bleeding.”

I send a giggle up toward the sky. “I —”

“Enough. Enough talk.” He rips my panties down my legs, licking his lips as my private flesh is bared. Bracing a forearm beside my head, he slides two fingers of the opposite hand inside me, arching my back off the grass. “I wanted to make this first time romantic, but it is proving even more difficult than I thought. I want to thrust into the tightness I've been dreaming about, Georgina. I want to give it my cum.”

“I want that, too,” I whisper, throwing my arms up over my head. I’ve touched myself so many times with my own fingers and I could never make it feel this good — at least not this fast — but the pads of his fingers slide right over my clit, strumming it in a slow, rough fashion I didn’t know I needed. It’s possessive, knowing, right. His mouth finds mine, opening, our tongues stroking in long, breathless turns until I'm writhing on the ground. I'm so wet, so restless, I can't stand it. “Condom. Quick. A - and then, can you just...”

"Nyet. No rubber.” His middle finger finds a sensitive place inside me that creates a ringing in my ears, pulsing heat beneath my belly button. “On this I will not negotiate.”

“Do you negotiate on anything?” I gasp.

Aleksei’s mouth finds mine again as he positions himself between my legs.

That incredibly huge part of him rests on my stomach, throbbing in time with my pulse and slowly, so slowly, he rolls his hips back, forward, dragging his steel length over my clit. “You were mine to breed the day we locked eyes.

You knew this, did you not?” Sweat breaks out on his upper lip, his big, tattooed chest heaving, expanding. “Innocent or not, your body knew to tempt Uncle Aleksei and no one else. You knew you'd make me a daddy one day in more ways than one.”