Traded for a Scar, I Carried His Heir and Took His Table novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: First Night

She rides him, tells him she is not on any pill, and gives his mocking line back; at dawn her brother texts that she can still refuse, and she answers: No.

"Fuck me, Kapanadze," I said, and watched his mouth while I said it.

He watched mine.

Something in his face gave way, a little at a time, and his thumb pressed down on my lip.

"There," he said. "That's the mouth."

I pushed at his shoulders until he stood up between my knees.

I undid his belt with hands that would not hold still.

"Take them off," I said. "All of it."

He did, and the lamp on the dresser threw his shadow up the wall.

He was built like the wrestler he had been, with thick thighs and a hard belly.

A dark line of hair ran down from his navel to his cock, which stood straight out and heavy, flushed at the tip.

It was longer than I had been ready for, and thick enough that I wet my lips.

"I'm not on anything," I said.

He went still.

"No pill. No anything. You asked for a child at a table in front of sixty people, and I took the horn, and I don't do half a bargain."

"Ketevan."

"Beridze," I said. "Say it right."

His chest rose and fell once, hard.

"You understand what you're telling me."

"I've understood since the horn."

I put my hand around him.

He was hot and smooth and he jumped in my palm.

He said a word in Georgian that my grandmother would have slapped him for.

"On the bed," I said. "On your back."

He lay down in the middle of the wide bed with his head on the pillow and his eyes on me.

I climbed over him on my knees.

His hands came up to my hips and stopped there, light, waiting.

"You kiss like a woman who was told to," I said, low, over his mouth. "Isn't that what you said?"

"I did."

"So tell me what to do, Kapanadze."

His grip tightened.

"Come up," he said, hoarse. "Higher. Let me feel you."

I rose onto my knees.

He guided the thick head of his cock through my wet and up against my clit, and we both made a sound.

"Slow," he said. "Rub on me."

I rocked.

I slid the whole slick length of me over him, forward and back, and his hips pushed up to meet each stroke.

"You're dripping on me," he said. "You're so wet it runs down my cock. Look at it."

I looked down.

I could see him shining with me, and my own body flushed pink above him, and the line of his stomach jumping.

"Now take me in," he said. "Slowly. I want to watch you do it."

I reached down and held him at my entrance and pressed.

The stretch was enormous.

I took the head of him, and my mouth opened, and he swore through his teeth.

"Breathe," Levan said. "Another inch. You're doing it. You're so tight."

I sank down by inches, and I felt every one of them.

He filled me and kept filling me, until my thighs shook.

Then I was sitting flat on his hips with all of him inside me, so deep it hurt in the best way.

I put both hands on his chest.

His heart was slamming under my palm.

"I'm not going to move," I said. "Not yet. I want to feel what you gave me."

"I gave you nothing," he said. "You took it."

I laughed, and the laugh made me clench around him, and his head went back on the pillow.

"Oh, Christ."

"Don't call him in here."

"Then move," he said, very low. "Please."

I moved.

I lifted off him slowly and sank back down, and the drag of him inside me stole my breath.

I did it again, a little faster.

"That's it," Levan said. "Lean forward. Hands by my head. Let me see your face."

I leaned until my hair fell around us in a black curtain.

He was looking up at me from six inches away, and I understood that he was seeing me better like this, close to the lamp.

"There she is," he said. "There's the mouth. There are the eyes. Do you know what you look like, Beridze?"

"No."

"You look like you've been wanting this for years."

"I've been wanting to hit you for eleven," I said.

"That too," said Levan, and thrust up into me.

It rocked me clean off my knees.

I cried out, and he did it again, holding my hips down and driving up, and my breasts swung against his chest.

I braced my hands on the headboard and rode him.

I took what I wanted from him, grinding down.

I found the angle that rubbed my clit against the hard base of him, and he let me.

He watched every second.

"Your breasts," he said between breaths. "God. Look at them move. Your belly when you come down on me. The way your mouth falls open."

"Say more."

"You're beautiful," he said. "I'm not saying it to be kind. I'm saying it because I see it and I can't stop."

The heat inside me coiled and tightened.

I felt it climb my spine and gather low.

I leaned back, put a hand on his thigh, and ground on him, harder and harder.

"Kapanadze," I said. "I'm..."

"I know."

"Don't stop looking."

"I couldn't if I tried," he said.

"Kapanadze," I said again, and came.

It took me from the inside out.

My whole body locked around his cock and shook.

I heard myself cry out, high and cracked, and I felt his hands bruise my hips.

He let me ride it down.

Then he rolled us over.

He did it in one movement, with his arm behind my back.

I was under him with my legs falling open and the pillow under my head.

"Now it's mine," he said. "Hold on."

He stayed deep and still for a moment, and bent his head, and took my nipple into his mouth.

I arched off the sheet.

He sucked it slowly, with his tongue flicking, and the pull ran straight down to where he was buried in me and made me clench.

"Do that again," he said against my skin.

"Do what?"

"Squeeze me. When I put my mouth on you. You did it."

I did it again on purpose.

He groaned into my breast, and bit down very gently, and moved to the other side, and did it all again.

"Mine," he said, in Georgian, and I understood him perfectly.

"For a year," I said, breathless.

"For tonight," Levan said. "I'll take the year as it comes."

He pulled my knees up to his ribs.

He drove into me deep and slow, so deep I felt him in my stomach, and he stayed there, grinding, with his forehead against mine.

"Count with me," he said.

"What?"

"Count. One."

He pulled out to the tip and pushed back in, long and hard.

"Two," I gasped.

"Three."

He counted in a rough undertone, in Georgian, and I counted back, and each stroke hit deeper and the numbers got shorter.

At fourteen he lost count.

He said a name that was not a number, and I think it was mine.

His rhythm broke.

He fucked me hard and fast then.

One hand was under my ass tipping me up to him, the other braced beside my head, and the whole bed knocked against the wall.

"Come in me," I said. "You asked. Come in me."

"Beridze..."

"Do it."

He buried himself in me to the root and shuddered.

I felt him swell, and then the hot pulse of him spilling deep inside me, again and again.

His face worked, and his eyes stayed open and on mine.

He didn't look away for any of it.

I came a second time just from watching him, a small quick pulse around him that made him groan.

Afterward he did not move.

He stayed where he was, heavy and shaking, with his face in my neck.

His heart slowed against mine.

"I didn't expect to like you," he said into my skin.

"I didn't expect to let you."

He lifted his head and looked at me a long time.

Then he reached up and turned the lamp on the nightstand a little brighter, and I thought it was a strange thing to do.

"Sleep," Levan said. "The oath isn't paid in one night."

"I know."

"I'll wake you at five. I'd like to see you in this room in the morning."

He rolled off me and pulled the blanket up over both of us and lay on his back with one hand on my hip.

In a few minutes his breathing slowed.

My phone buzzed in my purse on the floor.

I leaned over the edge of the bed to get it, naked and sore and flushed.

It was my brother.

Father says you can still refuse. Come home before Sunday and nobody will say a word.

I looked at the message on the screen.

Then I typed a single word, No, and sent it.

I turned the phone face down on the rug.

Then I lay back against the man my brother had cut, and went to sleep with his hand on my hip.

← Chapter 2 · All chapters · Chapter 4 →

Want to keep talking to characters like these? Chat with AI romance characters: AI Boyfriend · AI Girlfriend · Dark Romance · Fantasy Romance · BL (Boys’ Love) · Billionaire Boyfriend · Mafia Boyfriend · Possessive Boyfriend · Hockey Boyfriend · Older Boyfriend · K-Drama Boyfriend · Anime Boyfriend · Vampire Boyfriend · Werewolf Boyfriend · Demon Boyfriend · Fae Romance · GL (Girls’ Love) · Anime Girlfriend · Goth & Alt Girlfriend · Gamer Girlfriend · Tsundere Girlfriend · Fantasy Girlfriend