Page 82 of Baby for the Bratva King

“To help the pole community, yeah.” She keeps her gaze locked ahead.

“It must help, having me beside you.”

“Yeah. The attention has helped boost my profile.” She doesn’t sound awfully pleased by that.

I open the bathroom door, and we both register the shower, a thick silence stretching between us.

“I’ll see you in the morning.” One of the hardest fucking goodbyes, and I’m seeing her again in twelve hours.

“Wait,” she calls, catching my eye across the corridor—the damn opposite of what she used to do. “Stay.”

“Saskia—”

“I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“You’re upset and vulnerable.”

“And I need you to make me feel better.”

Not quite the shy maiden she was a few weeks ago, dismissing all my advances, running away. She begs now, she acts like all the other girls, and I still want her. I always will… even if I might love her more than she’ll ever love me.

“Okay,” I say, walking into the bathroom, turning the shower on.

Hot water rains down, steam drifting through the room, turning the mirror foggy. I turn around, facing Saskia, and help her undress. We don’t speak, and we don’t need to. We bask in the silence and lose ourselves in the steam. In each other.

My lips find hers, and before long, we’re kissing under the shower, our naked bodies pressed together. I won’t fuck her. I don’t need to. My cock is hard, but this is good enough for me. I slide my hands over her smooth body, feeling her curves, her hot breath on my skin as she breathes me in.

So perfectly imperfect.

I lather her in soap, her breasts squishing under my palms. I take my time exploring her body, her skin like silk. She locks her hands around the back of my neck, resting her face on my chest. We stay like this for a while, rocking back and forth, silence and steam drifting between us.

Eventually, her lips find their way to mine, and we kiss slowly. I feel my cock harden, lifting higher as my entire blood supply rushes south. I press my Honeysuckle into the tiles and kiss every inch of her body.

I pepper kisses along her collarbone and suck her nipples into my mouth. Such a beautiful woman. I could do this for the rest of my life, ruin myself for her.

The Bratva could be burning, and I would have no idea. When I’m nestled deep in her pussy, the outside world disappears. I no longer have to tune out the noise—it just naturally falls away.

I turn off the shower, wanting to honor her body in a more respectable location.

“What’re you doing?” asks Saskia, eyes flying open as soon as I turn off the shower.

“We’re getting you to bed.”

I skim her lower back, lifting my naked Honeysuckle into the air.

I throw her onto my mattress when we reach my bedroom, her breasts bouncing together. Saskia knows the score. She spreads her legs, letting me see that beautiful pussy, so wet and ready for me to enter.

I climb onto the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. I press a tender kiss to her lips, but Saskia wants to turn up the heat. She slides her tongue into my mouth, deepening it. Little whimpers leave her mouth, my cock hardening in response.

“Turn off the lights,” she groans, hips buckling into mine. “Please.” More begging. “Take the pain away.”

I lift from the mattress, dimming the main light.

“No,” groans Saskia, sitting up on her elbows, cheeks red, eyes full blown. “The blindfold.”

Hunger forms someplace deep. Such a little minx.

I stare at her for a moment, my chest aching with pity. She’s hurting. Confused. Every cell in her body yearns for her father’s love, but it’ll never come. She needs to slow down and feel. To realize where her priorities lie.