Chapter 11 Defying Gravity

Jasmine

Alek’s actions towards me still puzzle me. I have a lot of questions, yet I can’t open my mouth to ask him.

He just made love with me, and I felt every emotion he put into the sex. It was intense and overwhelming.

He kisses me again before leaving the bed, stark naked, going to the bathroom.

I’ve only been here for less than a week, yet I feel like something is going on that begins to terrify me. I feel such a stronger connection towards him, and it’s beyond physical attractions or sex— it’s beyond what I felt for Liam over the years.

I cover myself with the sheets, conflicted. I start to believe him. I start to open my mind to believing that I begin to trust him, and it’s the most dangerous thing to gamble.

Still, I can’t stay here. This is not my life. I have a pack and a mother to get back to. I may not have true friends, but Blue Moon Pack in Illinois is family.

“Where did you go?”

I lift my gaze to the glass of red wine he offers me as I drag myself to rest against the headboard and take it. “Thank you.”

He seems relaxed, but I can still feel the ruthlessness and brutality linger in the air when he’s around.

He’s the alpha of Berserker Pack, the front of Russian Bratva in Pennsylvania, for a reason.

I take a sip, and I’m not aware that he’s still waiting for my answer. “Your life in bratva is dangerous.”

For the first time, he genuinely laughs. His free, rich laugh echoes in the room as he joins me back in bed, sipping his whiskey.

“How do you even know that?”

“You talked about Radimir Varfolomey, your rival. You also came to the wedding with your army. It’s not that hard to put two and two together.” I meet his amused gaze. “So, it’s true?”

“Are you still scared of me, Khrysanya?”

“About that. What does it even mean? It sounds pretty.”

He lifts my chin and leans down to kiss me on the lips. “Not as pretty as you.”

My cheeks flushed. I’m blushing. “Why do you call me that?”

“It means golden flower.”

“Golden flower? Like chrysanthemum? Isn’t it a symbol of grief?” I raise my eyebrows.

“Fuck no.” Whatever it is he’s trying to convey, it starts to grow on me.

“So, I’m not babochka?”

He’s in his early thirties. I don’t realize how young he looks when he smiles. He has a great smile and perfect white teeth, almost like veneers.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Jasmine?”

“You call me Khrysanya because my name is flowers?”

“No. I call you Khrysanya because you’re special, Jasmine Rose DeWinter.” And he knows my full name.

I ignore his intense, blazing stare at me as I tighten the grip of the sheet on my chest. I empty the glass, and I feel my face is getting warmer.

“Do you want more?” He takes the glass from my hand.

“No. Thank you. I don’t drink a lot.”

“I have something for you.” He pulls the drawer open.

“I hope not a golden flower.” I chuckle.

“I can afford to give you a golden flower or a diamond flower, but I don’t think you’d appreciate it right now. But here.”

My eyes widen as I stare at the iPhone box and back at him. “For me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” I’m both thrilled and shocked. Is this some kind of a test?

“I felt awful about how I treated you. I said awful things that you didn’t deserve. I’m sorry. I know it’s not much, but take it. It’s a gift.”

“Are you sure?” I’m still finding it hard to believe that he bought me a phone and apologized when I’m okay with a three-minute call to Mom.

“Yes. It’s yours.”

My hand is even shaking as I take the box, and I’m in a full-blown smile as I lift my gaze back at him.

“Thank you.” I throw myself at him, winding my arms around his neck, hugging him tight. “Thank you, Alek.”

“You’re welcome.”

I cup his face and kiss him on the lips. “What’s the limit?”

He shakes his head. “No limit. Just no boys and don’t fucking call that fuckface.”

“Deal.” I kiss him soundly on the lips. I look at him. His eyes glitter with amusement, and I instantly think of something, maybe a stupid thing to do, that I’m willing to try. “On the other hand.” I put the phone aside and push him on the chest.

He chuckles. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t done it before, but I’m a fast learner.” I get off him and pull off his boxers.

My breathing hitches as his cock springs free. It’s not even hard yet, but I’m looking down at a p**n-star level of cock. With wide eyes, I swallow hard. No wonder I bled, and I felt like I was going to split in half.

Now I just put myself in a difficult situation.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I meet his humorous gaze, licking my lips.

“Are you sure? You look pale.”

“Stop making fun of me.” I playfully hit him on the thigh as my face burns with embarrassment.

“What were you planning to do exactly, Jasmine?”

“Shut up.” I wrap my trembling hand around his cock.

He hisses, his jaw clenching.

I can barely accommodate it. It’s heavy, jerking in my hand, making me gasp.

“I didn’t give you the phone to do something for me in return, Jasmine. It’s a gift.” His cock begins to harden, increasing its size, ready for me.

“I know that.” I glare at him. “I’m not doing this to pay you back. I want to do this because I want to please you.”

“Oh, I’m already pleased.” His eyes darken at my words, his pupils dilating. “Do you even know what to do?”

“I watched p**n, Alek. I have sex toys, and I used to finger myself.”

Without a word, he groans, clenching his jaw even harder.

I begin stroking him, watching his reaction. He looks so hot and sexy as he stares back at me like he wants to devour me whole. “Tell me if you don’t like it.”

“There’s nothing you do to me that I won’t like, Jasmine,” he says through gritted teeth. It’s not exactly true. He doesn’t like betrayals, and he doesn’t want me to run away.

Lowering my head, I tentatively lick him from the base to the tip.

“Jasmine.” He jerks, closing his eyes. “Fuck.”

“Good?”

“Fuck yes.” He growls and fists my hair. “I like how your tongue feels on my cock.”

I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock, and I instantly see the bead of his precum, making me ache with need. I lick it. He tastes salty and musky, flooding my tongue, and I love it.

“Look at me, Khrysanya, as you suck my dick.” He breathes through his nose. He looks dark and dangerous.

I stare into his eyes as I open my mouth, taking the head. My mouth stretches, but I don’t give up. I want to taste his come. 

I suck and release him, and then I take a breath as I take him again, bobbing my head up and down, sucking and licking him.

“Take me, Jasmine. This mouth is made for me, just like your sweet, tight pussy.” His grip around my hair tightens, guiding me down to his cock. “Relax your jaw and throat.”

I nod and moan in agreement, stroking him.

He groans, pushing my head lower to his cock, making me gag. “Relax, beautiful. You’re doing great.”

Releasing him, I breathe deeply. “Take the lead.”

Then I take him again. He’s so big, my jaw begins to ache, but he looks satisfied, and his eyes are filled with lust as he thrusts his hips upward. I relax my jaw and let him fuck my mouth.

“That’s it. Such a good girl. You look so fucking hot, my beautiful girl.” He fucks my face so hot and dirty and right.