King of the Underworld (RJ Kane) novel Chapter 370

370 

Sephie 

The guys left to get cleaned up, giving Adrik and I the penthouse to ourselves for a few more minutes before Aleksei and Vitally came back upstairs. I couldn’t keep my hands off Adrik. Normally, it was the other way around, but seeing him in the ring with Ivan was an unexpected major turn on.

“I’m actually glad I figured out that I could push my anger onto Andrei and Misha because otherwise, I would’ve been left thinking about how f**king hot you are. I mean, they might agree, but I don’t think any of them necessarily want to feel that,” I said, pulling my shirt off before trying to pull his shorts off as I also tried to drag him toward the shower.

He laughed, his lips still against mine, his hands pulling at my clothes just as feverishly. He walked into the shower, turning the water on, then quickly came back to me. He grabbed me around the waist, pulling me to him roughly. “I might’ve felt it while I was in the ring. You’re very good motivation.” he said, turning me in his arms so my back was to his chest, his hands roughly squeezing and running over my breasts. He walked us into the shower, stopping just before he pressed me against the wall. His hands ran down both of my arms. He grabbed each of my hands and placed them on the wall in front of me. “You’re going to need this,” he said, as he grabbed my hips and pulled them back toward him so I was slightly bent over.

“Need it why?” I asked, trying to turn around to look at him. He caught me and put my hands back on the wall with one hand. The other hand slid down my back, in between my a ss cheeks to my slit.

“Because I’m going to f**k you,” he said, removing his fingers from my pu ssy and slamming into me with his co ck. I moaned loudly, now grateful I had something to brace against. I pushed my hips back into him, already wanting more.

He grabbed my hips, his hands holding me firmly as he slammed into me repeatedly. My walls clenching down on him as he buried his c ock deep inside me. I pushed back on the wall, my hips meeting his each time he thrust into me. I couldn’t contain the moans that escaped as I felt myself building to o*gasm. With each thrust, it felt harder to stand up as my body was nothing but pleasure. I felt his hand slide up my back, to the back of my neck. He grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling my head back as he thrust into me harder. I was breathing heavy, unable to quiet my screams of pleasure. I might not be able to walk later, but I still wanted more

“Harder,” I managed to say in between trying to breathe and moaning in pleasure. I heard him groan as he readily obliged. He let go of my hair, but held onto the back of my neck as he pulled me to him each time he slammed Into me. I could do nothing but try to remain standing as he continued

to f**k me.

Finally, just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, I felt him find his release. He slammed into me one last time, exploding inside me. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, pushing me against the wall as we both worked to catch our breath.

He stood up, pulling us both back under the water. He kissed my neck gently. I was still struggling to catch my breath. I held onto his arms, my grip getting tighter the longer it took to slow my breathing.

He felt my panic start to set in as I couldn’t catch my breath. He kept his arms around me tightly, holding me up. His lips next to my ear, he calmly said, “you’re okay, solnishko. Listen to my voice. You’re safe. You’re with me. You can breathe.” He kept repeating it over and over again until my breaths started to calm down slightly. My grip on his arms relaxed somewhat, but I didn’t let go.

He turned me to face him, still quietly repeating his calming words, trying to help me relax so I could breathe normally. I finally took a deep breath, closing my eyes. I felt his hands on either side of my face and felt him press his lips to mine.

He started to say something, but I cut him off, without even opening my eyes. “Don’t apologize for that. I very much enjoyed that,” I said, smiling at

him.

He laughed. “I don’t like that you can’t catch your breath. I don’t like feeling your fear so close to feeling your pleasure. Those two should not be connected,” he said.

“I don’t disagree,” I said, resting my head on his chest.

“You had trouble catching your breath the other night too. Have you been having trouble other times?” he asked, his fingers massaging my scalp as he washed my hair.

“I don’t think so. I haven’t done that much though. It’s easy to breathe when you’re not doing anything strenuous.”