Chapter 8 #4
“How appropriate,” she taunts, leaving my cock in its confinement only to torture it with her smooth up and down strokes.
Stella presses her open palms on my bare chest and uses them to push herself up and down my length, her skin-tight pants making it so that she feels every inch of my want. All too soon does her usual mocking demeanor disappear, giving way only to desire and need.
Just like in the penthouse suite, this is Stella’s show, and she’s determined to take, take, and take.
Take everything I’m willing to let go of.
She’s pushing the boundaries I set in place, making me regret every last rule I made, while toying with my restraint.
And when her lids close as she begins to pant out my name, a sheen of sweat covering her temple, restraint becomes an enemy I need to vanquish.
“Milaya,” I choke out as she squeezes her breast and tweaks two perfect nipples that seem ready to slice through her top.
“Shh, Kill,” she whispers, placing a finger on my lips. “Don’t ruin this with words right now. Just dance with me.”
I close my eyes for a moment, reveling in the feel of her.
Even though we’re fully dressed, I can feel every inch of her body mold itself to mine.
The heat of her core practically scorches the fabric of my boxers, my cock leaking precum with just the sound of her little pants.
She glides ever so slowly up and down my shaft, her hand gripping my jaw with such force that I have no choice but to keep staring at her.
“You really are the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen,” I begin, opting to speak in Russian, knowing Stella wouldn’t appreciate that kind of praise if she understood it.
Praising her for a kill, she’ll accept it with a smile. But telling her that she’s somehow hypnotized me… that my days feel bleak when I don’t see her… no. Those kinds of confessions aren’t welcome.
I have to admit, even I’m not comfortable with them. She was supposed to be my angle to get information about Katya’s daughter. Nothing more. But lately, when I’m with her, finding insight on Kira hasn’t been the priority it should be.
No. Instead, I crave stolen moments with her. Moments where I pretend she isn’t an outfit princess and I’m not her rival or her enemy.
“Kill,” she moans as she nears the precipice.
My hand shoots up to her throat, pressing hard until her eyes start to roll back in her head. “Oh, fuck,” I growl, feeling as if I were about to combust just from watching her take her pleasure from me.
“I need more, just a little bit more.”
Well, I need fucking everything. I need it all.
Knowing there is no way I’ll fuck Stella in a damn car our first time, I grind my molars so hard I fear they might shatter.
“Kill,” she calls out my name again, leaning forward as she dry humps me into oblivion. “I’m so close. So close.”
Unable to stop myself, I grab the nape of Stella’s neck and crash my mouth on hers.
She lets out a little, broken sound, the kind that shreds every last thread of control I have left.
My tongue breaches the seam of her lips without warning, claiming her mouth and making a home there.
She twists her fingers into my shirt, pulling it tight, dragging me closer as if starving for me.
I kiss her deeper, hungrier, enough that our teeth almost collide, but neither of us cares.
And as she kisses me back with that same desperate edge, it feels less like a kiss and more like a confession neither of us is ready to say out loud.
My other hand slaps Stella’s ass before guiding her hip so that the tip of my cock can hit where it will do the most damage.
And that’s when I feel it—her body shaking on top of mine, her little moans of ecstasy getting lost in the depravity of our kiss.
I come instantly undone, letting the same electric current take over all my senses.
After her body stills and her breathing slows, our ardent kiss morphs from exploratory and dominant to soft and gentle.
I wrap my arms around her, as I give her lips one last soft kiss, before letting her head rest on my chest.
We lie like that for a few more stolen minutes, my mind still trying to catch up with what this all means.
After a while, Stella lifts her head off my chest and looks down at me for one split second.
Her mouth opens as if to speak, yet a subtle shift crosses her expression, leaving whatever words she had for me forever unsaid.
Before I know what’s happening, Stella snatches my phone from the center console, holds it over my face to unlock it, and taps a few keys.
I’m still a bit off-kilter by her erratic and sudden change in demeanor when she slides back into her seat.
She then uses the rearview mirror to fix her hair and rumpled top, and smiles at whatever she sees in its reflection a few moments later.
Then she tosses the phone back into my lap, leans in, and whispers, “Nice dancing with you tonight. It was fun. We should do it again sometime.” And with that, she bites down on my earlobe before flinging herself back to her seat and opening the car door.
“Stella… what the… Where are you going?!”
“My ride is here.” She winks, blowing me a kiss before slamming the door in my face.
Just like that, I watch her skip over to the Uber now parked behind us, slide into the back seat, and drive off. No hesitation. No second thoughts. Nothing. As if the whole damn night slid right off her, while she buried herself even deeper inside me.