Chapter 6
Lev
I stop the recording just before Anya’s orgasm.
I’m too fucking invested.
I’ve watched men die on that floor and signed contracts on that mirror. I’ve stood over grown men who pissed themselves at the sound of my voice.
Yet, none of them have ever held my focus the way she does when she falls apart.
I close the tablet and set it face down. The room is quiet as I pour a drink I don’t want and stare at the amber in the glass like it might dull the heat sitting just beneath my skin.
I’m the one who started it, and now she’s making me wait.
I walk back to the study in desperate need to focus. There’s a meeting tomorrow—arms logistics, maybe another territory to purchase. I can’t remember nor do I care.
Finally, I hear the knock.
It’s soft but not shy or hesitant.
“Come in.”
When the door opens, Anya steps inside without speaking.
She’s barefoot and wrapped in a robe that’s slipping open at her collarbone, my body is filled with heat at the sight. With slow steps, she walks to my desk and sits on the edge without being invited.
Then, she spreads her knees and lets the robe fall back from her thighs, revealing a damp spot on her panties.
She looks me straight in the eye.
“Show me what you meant by next time.”
I don’t speak because I don’t need to.
She’s already stripped the power from the room and handed it to me—willingly. I just have to decide what to do with it.
I stop in front of her, close enough to feel the heat coming off her skin. Her robe is open just enough to show the curve of one breast and the faint pulse at the base of her throat.
She doesn’t cover herself.
“You're so fucking beautiful." The words leave my mouth as I take to my knees before her. Anya blushes immediately, and I can’t help but smile at the sight.
"Show me how much you want this," I command, my cock straining against my pants.
She bites her lip, but moves quickly. A soft moan leaves her lips as she squeezes her breasts gently before pulling apart the robe, exposing her perfect tits to me. They're full and round, with dusky pink nipples that beg for my touch.
But I don't give in yet. I want to draw this out, make her ache for me as much as I do for her.
I run my hands up her smooth thighs, then slowly, I pull her panties aside, revealing her glistening pussy.
I lean in, inhaling her sweet scent, then I kiss the inside of her thigh, making her jump. I smile against her soft skin, feeling her tremble beneath my lips. I kiss higher, moving closer to her center.
With more kisses, she's squirming now, trying to urge me faster. But I won't be rushed. My tongue slowly flicks out, tasting her for the first time.
She gasps the second I find her, her fingers immediately clutching my shoulders. I stay there, locked into the rhythm of her hips and the way her heels dig into the edge of the desk to pull me closer.
Gripping her hips firmly, I explore every inch of her wet folds.
I circle her clit lightly with my tongue, teasing her mercilessly.
She cries out, her back arching as she tries to press herself against my face.
I slide two fingers deep into her slick channel, pumping them in and out slowly while I continue to lick and suck on her sensitive nub.
She's soaking wet, her juices coating my fingers as I thrust them in and out of her tight pussy. I add a third finger, stretching her wide, preparing her for what's to come.
She's so fucking tight, her hole gripping me like a vice. I know she's going to feel incredible around my cock.
She tries to hold it together, but she’s unraveling faster than she realizes.
She comes the first time with my name spilling from her mouth, not screamed—just said with force, like it belongs to her now.
I stay on my knees.
She barely has time to breathe before I slide a hand to the side, lifting the small glass toy I placed in the drawer of my desk days ago—waiting for her to be ready.
When she sights it, there is no resistance. She simply nods.
I warm it in my hand and line it up with her entrance, slowly pushing it inside her. She gasps as it fills her, her walls clenching around it. I start to move it in and out, fucking her with the toy while I continue to suckle her clit.
I pick up the pace, sliding the toy in and out of her faster. The vibrations kick up a notch as I hit the switch again.
Anya comes, harder this time. Her head tips back and her body jerks. While her thighs clamp around me as if she could hold the moment still with nothing but muscle and want.
I withdraw carefully as she shudders, her naked body limp against the desk as she breathes heavy.
She blinks up at me as if she isn’t sure if I’m real.
I reach for the warm and damp cloth I left beside the glass and clean her gently. I move like I’m handling something fragile—not because she’s weak, but because I know what she gave me.
Then I button her robe, one loop at a time. I kiss the inside of her wrist, just once, where her pulse still jumps beneath the skin.
Neither of us says anything as she watches me stand, still trembling.
I walk back to my chair and sit, not asking for anything more.
I stay until she does up the last button of her robe and walks out.