The Darkness Within

Chapter Twenty Three

Please read the A/N at then end.

Chapter Twenty Three

It's 1am by the time Sergei and I return to his home. After we both take brief, separate showers, Sergei tells me his chefs have left for the evening, and makes me dinner himself—a delicious Italian pasta dish. On top of his many illegal talents, the man can cook. Go figure.

Then, he takes me to his bedroom for a change—not mine. While my bedroom is dominated in deep, forest-green tones, his is a checkered mixture of white and black, with various shades of grey littering the space. The room itself is far more spacious than mine, with a bed so grand it has to be custom made. The wooden bedframe is a polished black, with beautiful intricate carvings of swirls decorating it. The headboard is a collection of seamless, curled pieces of wood, giving it a rustic feeling.

His fireplace is made entirely of black marble, with a white-and-black three piece furniture set surrounding it. In the corner of the room is a white desk, with a laptop resting on top of it.

Sergei doesn't give me much time to study his room—he pulls me flush against him, and kisses me with a desperation that startles me.

"Every time I think you can't possibly get any better, you prove me wrong," he growls against my lips, his hands traveling up and down my body, pausing to take greedy squeezes of my hips and breasts.

I reach down to squeeze his cock through his trousers, my impatience riling to match his.

I truly never would've expected myself to become such a sexual person. I half-assumed I just might die a virgin, because nobody ever caught and held my interest as completely as Sergei does.

It's not just his experience and capability to deliver mind-blowing pleasure—though that is fantastic. I crave him because there's a startling, unexpected connection between us. The darkness within him calls to and coaxes forward the darkness within me. Everything about him seems to appeal to me—from his formidable mind, to his body that looks like it was carved by angels, to his hardened heart and what little might be left of his soul.

Without my consent or even realization, the barrier between us is scarily close to entirely crumbling.

To distract myself from that unwelcomed thought, I break away from his lips, and demand, "Teach me how to suck your cock."

He chokes out a laugh, features blazing with lust. "Getting straight to business, aren't you?"

I stare into his beautiful teal eyes, giving him a small shrug. "Going down on me seems like one of your favorite things to do. It's only fair I learn how to return the favor."

And, for a reason I can't fathom, I want him to teach me what he likes. The thought itself excites and thrills me.

A slow, seductive smile spreads on his lush, surprisingly soft lips. "Who am I to turn down such an offer? But I'll give you a fair warning: I won't go easy on you. I've dreamt of having your lips wrapped around me, tears sparking in your eyes while I choke you with my dick."

My mouth goes dry, and I blink slowly. Sergei is raw, masculine sexuality personified, and I've never desired anyone more in my life. Really, I've never desired anyone in my life at all, before him.

"Do it," I respond, my voice coming out slightly breathless.

With a feral smile, he backs me towards the bed, spins around so that his back is resting against one of the posters, and commands, "On your knees."

I drop to the cold, checkered marble floor without further prompting, and then stare up at him for further instructions. I want to pleasure him the way he's pleasured me many times. He really does seem to enjoy eating me out, and the fact that he's never demanded that I return the favor makes me all the more eager to do so.