31. Alina
ALINA
Inod curiously as Mikhail stands and guides me across the room to the full-length mirror mounted on the wall near the closet.
My breath catches as I realize his intent, and he positions himself behind me, his hands on my hips, turning me to face the reflection.
“Look at us,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear as he pulls me back against his chest. “I want you to watch every second of this, baby.”
“Mikhail,” I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement as I see us in the mirror—his tall, imposing frame behind me, his hands possessive on my body, and my own flushed face staring back, wide-eyed and wanting.
He sits down on a nearby chair he drags over, pulling me onto his lap so I’m facing the mirror, my back pressed to his chest, my legs straddling his thighs.
“Sit right here,” he says, his voice rough but tender as he adjusts me, spreading my legs wider over his.
“I want you to see how good we look together. How good I’m gonna make you feel. ”
I swallow hard, my hands gripping his forearms as I feel the heat of him through his clothes, his hard cock already pressing against me from behind through his pants.
“I see us,” I say softly, meeting his gaze in the reflection, his eyes burning into mine over my shoulder. “I want this. Make me feel it.”
“Fuck, baby, I will,” he promises, his hands moving to the hem of my shirt, sliding it up slowly, his knuckles grazing my stomach, sending shivers through me.
“Arms up,” he tells me, and I lift them, letting him pull the shirt over my head and toss it aside.
His gaze drops to my chest in the mirror, still covered by my bra, and he groans low.
“Look at you. So damn perfect. I’m gonna worship every fuckin’ part of you. ”
I watch as he reaches around to unclasp my bra, the straps slipping down my arms before I let it fall.
My breasts are bare in the reflection, and his hands cup them immediately, thumbs brushing over my nipples, making me gasp.
“See how beautiful you are?” he murmurs, kissing my neck as he pinches lightly, sending heat straight to my core.
“Look at how your body reacts to me. Fuckin’ made for me. ”
“Mikhail, please,” I moan, my head tipping back against his shoulder, but he grips my chin gently, turning my face back to the mirror.
“Eyes on us, baby,” he says, voice firm but soft. “Don’t look away. I want you to see everything I do to you.”
I nod, my breath hitching as his hands slide down my stomach, fingers dipping under the waistband of my leggings.
He tugs them down along with my panties, slow and deliberate, until I help kick them off, leaving me completely naked on his lap.
In the mirror, I see myself spread open over him, vulnerable and aching, while he’s still mostly dressed, the contrast making my pulse race.
“Fuck, look at that pussy,” he growls, one hand sliding between my legs, fingers brushing over my slick folds as I watch in the reflection. “Already so wet for me. You see that, baby? See how much you want me?”
“Yes,” I whimper, my hips shifting as he teases me, his fingers circling my clit lightly, building the heat slow and torturous. “I see it. I want you so bad, Mikhail. Don’t make me wait.”
“I’ll give you everything, but we’re taking our time,” he says, his other hand holding my hip steady as he slips a finger inside me, watching my reaction in the mirror as I gasp. “Watch how I stretch you open, baby. See how your pretty little pussy takes me.”
I moan, my eyes locked on the reflection of his hand between my legs, seeing the way his finger moves in and out, then a second joins, curling just right, making my toes curl. “Oh, God, Mikhail, it feels so good,” I breathe, clutching his arm, my body trembling in his lap. “More, please.”
“Patience, love,” he whispers, kissing my shoulder, his fingers working me slowly, drawing out every sensation as I watch myself come undone. “Gonna get you nice and ready for my cock. Wanna see you dripping for me in this mirror.”
I’m already close, the combination of his touch and the visual of us together pushing me toward the edge, but he keeps the pace slow, torturous, building me up without letting me fall.
“Mikhail, I need you inside me,” I beg, my voice raw as I grind against his hand.
“I can’t take much more of this. Please. ”
“Soon, baby,” he says, pulling his fingers out, leaving me aching as he brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean while I watch in the mirror.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet. Gonna have all of you tonight.” His hands move to his own pants now, undoing the belt and zipper, shifting me just enough to shove them down with his boxers, freeing his cock.
I feel it hot and hard against my back, and I whimper, desperate to feel him inside.
“Lift up a little,” he tells me, guiding my hips as I raise myself, and he positions his cock at my entrance, the head brushing against me. “Look at us, Alina. Watch as I fill you up. See how we fit.”
I stare into the mirror, breath held, as he lowers me down slowly, his thick length stretching me open inch by inch, the sight of it disappearing inside me making my core clench.
“Oh, fuck, Mikhail,” I gasp, my hands gripping his thighs as he seats me fully on his lap, buried deep.
“You’re so big. I can see it, see us. It’s so hot. ”
“Fuckin’ perfect,” he groans, his hands on my hips, holding me still for a moment as we both adjust, staring at our joined reflection. “Look at how you take me, baby. So damn tight around my cock. You’re mine, every inch of you.”
“Yours,” I whisper, meeting his gaze in the mirror, my body trembling with how full I feel, how intimate this is. “Move, please. I need to feel you move.”
He nods, kissing my neck as he starts to thrust up into me, slow and deep, lifting my hips with his hands to guide me along his length before pulling me back down.
Each movement is deliberate, letting me feel every inch in the reflection, watching the way my body reacts, the way my breasts bounce slightly with each thrust.
“Like this, baby?” he asks, voice rough with restraint. “You like seeing me fuck you slow, filling you up like this?”
“Yes, God, yes,” I moan, my legs trembling over his as I move with him, the slow grind building a deep, simmering heat inside me. “I love it. I love watching us. You’re so deep, Mikhail. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he promises, one hand sliding up to cup my breast, thumb teasing my nipple as he keeps the pace steady, each thrust a slow burn of pleasure. “I’m gonna fuck you like this until you’re coming on my cock, baby, and I need to see your face when you lose it.”
My breath comes in short gasps, the sight of us in the mirror—his strong hands on me, my body open and flushed, taking him over and over—pushing me closer to the edge.
“I’m getting there,” I tell him, my voice shaking as I grip his arm tighter.
“Keep going, just like that. Make me come, Mikhail. I want you to see it too.”
“Fuck, baby, I’ve got you,” he growls softly, his other hand moving between my legs, fingers finding my clit, rubbing slow, tight circles as he thrusts. “Come for me, Alina. Let go right here, where you can watch yourself fall apart on my cock.”
The combination of his words, his touch, the visual of us together in the mirror—it’s overwhelming.
I shatter, a soft cry spilling from my lips as my orgasm hits, my body clenching tight around him, trembling in his lap.
“Mikhail, oh fuck, yes,” I moan, watching my own face contort with pleasure in the reflection, seeing the way my body shakes against his.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, kissing my shoulder, slowing his thrusts to draw out every wave of my climax, his fingers still teasing my clit lightly. “So fuckin’ gorgeous when you come. Look at that. I’m not done, baby. Wanna come with you next time.”
I nod, still panting, my hands sliding over his as he starts moving again, slow and deep, rebuilding the heat between us. “Come inside me, Mikhail,” I whisper, turning my head to kiss his jaw, then looking back at the mirror to meet his eyes. “I want to see it, feel it. Want all of you.”
“Fuck, Alina, you sure?” he groans, his grip on my hips tightening, his thrusts faltering for a moment at my words. “I wanna give you everything, but I need to know.”
“I’m sure,” I say, rocking against him, my voice full of trust and need. “Fill me up, Mikhail. I want to watch us when you do.”
His control wavers, a low growl in his throat as he thrusts deeper, slow but harder now, his hands guiding me along his cock as he chases his release.
“Gonna come so deep in you, baby,” he rasps, his lips against my ear, breath hot on my skin.
“Gonna make you mine in every way right here. Watch it happen. Take it all.”
“Yes, please,” I moan, feeling my own climax building again, spurred by his words and the raw intimacy of our reflection.
We move together, perfectly in sync, and when he finally comes, it’s with a rough groan of my name, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with warmth as I watch his face in the mirror, the way his jaw clenches, the raw pleasure in his eyes.
I tip over the edge with him, a softer, sweeter orgasm washing through me, my moan mixing with his growl.
We stay like that, tangled on his lap, breathing hard, my body pressed back against his chest as we come down, staring at our reflection. “I love you, Alina,” he murmurs, kissing my temple, his voice soft but sure, and my heart stutters at the words.
“I love you too,” I whisper back, holding his gaze in the mirror.
He picks me up slowly and carries me to the bed, where we fuck once more.
After, we lie tangled together in the quiet, my head on his chest, his hand moving slowly along my back like he’s grounding us both.
Somewhere in the house, a door closes softly.
Somewhere outside, the city keeps pretending it’s civilized.
Mikhail’s voice is low. “Tomorrow changes things.”
“I know,” I say.
“You’ll be seen,” he adds.
“I know.”
“There’ll be questions,” he says.
“I know.”
His hand stills on my back. “Are you afraid?”
I think about Vladimir’s eyes. His smile. The way he talked about my parents like they were numbers. Then I think about Oisin’s body pressed to mine this morning. Sofia’s stubborn loyalty. Mikhail’s mother standing like a wall in a hallway.
Then I think about Mikhail offering me an exit without a threat attached.
“No,” I say, and it surprises me that it’s true. “Not like before.”
Mikhail’s breath leaves him slowly. “Good.”
I sit up slightly and look at him. He looks back, calm again, the leader settling back into his skin, but there’s something new under it now. Something quieter. A future.
My chest tightens, not with panic, but finality. My old life is gone. The woman who could pretend she was just unlucky, just trapped in someone else’s mess, doesn’t exist anymore.
I’m not a debt, and I’m not a girl with a father’s shadow glued to her heels. I’m here.
And there’s no going back.