Chapter Twenty-One #2
My thumb circles her clit as I add another finger, stretching her, filling her. She’s so damn eager. I keep my thumb moving in tight circles as my fingers thrust, finding a rhythm that has her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
“Harder,” she whispers, the demand coming as a surprise. I grin, my thumb pressing harder, the vibrations of the toy forgotten. She’s so close to the edge, and I push her over.
Her back arches off the desk again, her nails digging into my arms as she cries out. I lean down and catch her mouth with mine, swallowing her moans as she comes apart around my fingers. Her pussy pulses, clenching around me, and I growl, wanting to feel this again with my cock.
I remove my lips from hers, and she whimpers at the loss, her eyes searching mine as she tries to catch her breath. I lean back, slowly pulling my fingers from her body. She makes a soft sound of protest, her eyes going wide as she realizes what I’m doing.
I bring my glistening fingers to my mouth, tasting her. She bites her lip, watching me with dark, hooded eyes.
“Again,” she breathes, her hips lifting off the desk.
“Impatient,” I murmur, but I’m just as eager.
I step back, running an eye over the selection of sex toys that have tumbled out of the bag. I stop as something catches my attention.
“Ah,” I say, satisfaction curling my lips as I hold my prize up. Her eyes fly wide as she takes in the silver butt plug.
“No! Wait!” She pushes herself up from the desk but I push her back down with one hand between her soft tits.
“Are you afraid, krasivaya ?” I fix my eyes on her face. So many emotions swirl there — desire, shame, shyness… lust — my cock throbs almost painfully against my pants.
She gives a tiny shake of her head. “No,” she whispers.
“Good.” I lift her knees up higher, setting her feet on the edge of the desk. The position exposes every inch of her sweet sex, all the way down to the tight bud of her asshole. I press a fingertip against it and she yelps.
“Relax,” I tell her, sliding the tip of the plug along the seam of her pussy. Her juices are still bubbling from her, dripping down between her butt cheeks. I coat the cool metal in the stickiness, then slide it down against her tight hole.
“Aleksei, wait, I—” She jerks sharply as I press the tip into her. “Shit!” she chokes out.
“I told you to relax,” I say, pushing more firmly. I feel it the moment she loosens her muscles and the sleek objects slides into her.
“Oh my God!” Her words come out in a rush. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes glazed a little as her chest heaves. I steady her body with a hand on her hip as I twist the plug deeper until it settles in place.
“Good?” I ask, watching her face.
“I… I don’t know.” Her voice is tiny; she chews on her plump lower lip.
“It will be,” I tell her with confidence. I reach for the vibrator and flick it on, holding it against her swollen clit.
“Fuck!” she half-yells, her body bowing off the surface of the desk. I push her back down, watching intently as her thigh muscles quiver. Her pussy gapes open and it’s an invitation I can no longer resist.
Unzipping my fly, I tug out my aching cock and stroke my hand along the shaft. It’s all I can do to stop myself from releasing my load across her bare belly. But that’s not going to happen. When I come, it’s going to be deep inside her snug little cunt. And right now, it’s begging for exactly that.
Her head tosses wildly as I keep teasing her clit with the humming vibrator. After three orgasms in quick succession, the nerve endings must be on fire. Fisting my cock, I rub the thick head against the open mouth of her pussy, collecting myself for a second before I thrust in.
The moment our bodies connect, it’s like a strike of lightning. Everything else fades away, and there’s only her.
“Fuck!” she yells. “Oh… God… fuck!” She bucks against me so wildly I have to grasp both her hips to stop her from bucking away from me before I can set up a steady rhythm.
When I do, her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.
My hands run over her bare skin, cupping her ass, pulling her against me.
She’s soft, her body perfectly molded to mine.
“Please,” she whispers, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I look down at her, her eyes cloudy with desire. She’s stunning like this, her lips swollen from chewing on them, her hair tumbling across the desk in dark waves.
“As you wish, krasivaya ,” I say, and then I’m claiming her mouth, swallowing her moans as I thrust into her.
She’s so damn tight, hot as hell, and I lose myself in the sensation.
Her inner walls grip me like a vise, milking me as I move.
I can feel the hard ridge of the butt plug firmly lodged in her ass as my shaft slides deep into her.
My hands find her breasts, palming them, thumbing the nipples as I set a punishing pace.
She arches against me, meeting my thrusts. I angle my hips, hitting that sweet spot inside her, and she cries out, her body tightening around me.
“Yes,” she pants, “there.”
I grin, thrusting harder, faster. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, mixed with her little gasps and moans. I reach between us, finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as I fuck her.
“Aleksei,” she moans my name, “I’m close.”
“Come for me, krasivaya ,” I order, and she does, her inner walls convulsing around me as she shatters.
It’s like watching her transform into something wild and unrestrained.
Her eyes are glazed, her face twisted with pleasure.
Mindless words tumble from her lips as she cries out, color flooding her cheeks and chest.
Blyad.
She’s fucking beautiful.
I let myself go, too, pouring myself into her as I find my own release.
My balls pull tight as I pump hot cum into the depths of her hungry pussy.
I shudder, biting out a groan as her walls clench and release, milking me dry.
It’s like her body wants every drop… and I’m only too happy to give it to her.
I hold her tightly as we come down, my forehead resting against hers. I can feel her rapid breath against my skin, the soft thump of her heartbeat under me. We stay like that for long moments, neither of us moving, just breathing, hearts slowing.
Eventually, I lift my head, looking down at her. Her eyes are closed, her face relaxed. A tendril of dark hair has fallen over her cheek, and I brush it back.
She stirs, a soft sigh escaping her lips. I run my thumb over her cheek, and she smiles, not opening her eyes. “Mmm… That was nice.”
I smirk at her understatement. “Nice?”
Her eyes crack open, a teasing smile curving her lips. “Amazing. Mind-blowing. Now get off me; you’re heavy.”
A laugh escapes me, something that hasn’t happened in a long time. Stepping back, I slide out of her. I reach down to remove the butt plug and she makes a sharp little sound, her mouth curling into a shy smile.
She’s right; it was mind-blowing.
But now it’s done.
“What happens now?” she asks softly.
I meet her gaze, allowing the shift from lover to businessman to settle over me. “Your brother’s debt is settled,” I state evenly.
Surprise flashes across her face. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve accepted the payment you brought. The matter is closed.” I zip up my fly and straighten my cuffs, the motion deliberate.
“I… We…” Her brow furrows. “You mean, that’s it?” She pushes herself to a sitting position, crossing her arm across her chest.
“That’s it,” I say. “But tell your brother he’s done. No more deals. No more business. If I see him around town, I’ll kill him. He’s got 24 hours to clear out.”
Her mouth drops open, and I don’t know if it’s over the calm way I just threatened her brother’s life, or the fact that I’m now dismissing her.
Because there’s no doubt in my mind that there’s no other option. There’s too much danger of this woman getting under my skin.
I stoop down and reach for her discarded dress and black bra. The panties are beyond redemption. I hand her clothes to her and she bundles them to her chest, still staring at me.
“Get dressed,” I tell her. “My people will see you out.”
“But…” Her expression flickers with some unspoken emotion.
“Dress.” I turn away as I say it. I don’t need to see the hurt in those emerald eyes.
Glancing at my watch, I reach for my phone and call Sasha.
“Send someone to the catering office,” I tell him.
I can hear fabric rustling behind me as she hastily pulls the dress over her head.
I turn back to her and she’s standing at the desk, smoothing the skirt over her thighs.
“So… so we’re um… good?” she asks, gnawing on her lip.
“Yes.” I’m still not looking at her. “Just remember, 24 hours. No more chances after that.”
There’s a knock at the door. I reach for the handle and swing it open. One of Sasha’s men is on the other side. His eyes flick between us, but if he’s curious, it doesn’t show.
“Show her out,” I tell him, jerking my head at where she’s bending for her shoes.
“Um… goodbye?” she says, the word sounding more like a question.
I give a curt nod, folding my arms across my chest as Sasha waits for her to head out the door. Her eyes slant in my direction briefly before she disappears behind him.
I stand there for a moment, frowning at the closed door.
Opasnyy. Dangerous. Women like her are too fucking dangerous.
Sweetness and innocence on the outside but inside… pure sin. It’s a combination that can bring a man to his knees. And that’s not a position I’ll ever put myself in.
Meanwhile, Maranzano needs to pay. For stealing from me. That’s all. Though, if he feels a shred of remorse for what he did to her while my men are beating the shit out of him, then that won’t be a bad thing.
It definitely won’t.