10. Luna #3
And Gods help me, I don’t want to stop.
Before I can fire back, his lips crash against mine, stealing my breath and every ounce of control I think I have.
The kiss is bruising, all teeth and dominance, and I meet him with just as much force.
His hands roam over my body, rough and demanding, fingers digging into my flesh like he wants to imprint himself onto me.
He breaks the kiss just enough to hover over my lips, his breath ragged. "You want me, don’t you?" His voice is laced with amusement, but beneath it, there’s something darker. Something insatiable. "The way your body reacts to me? How fucking easy I can turn you on?”
My black nails scrape down his chest, over the fabric of his expensive suit. "You talk too much," I whisper, my lips grazing his jaw before biting down just enough to make him groan.
That sound.
That low, guttural sound sends a rush of heat straight between my thighs.
"Another five hundred," he says, holding it up like a damn auctioneer. "To let me touch you a little more."
My breath catches.
I should be insulted. I should be outraged. The man is literally paying me like I’m a high-end escort.
But my thighs are already clenching, my heart is racing, and I’m too far gone to care.
“Deal,” I murmur, snatching the cash and stuffing it right next to the other three hundred he gave me earlier.
Vladimir’s hands tighten around my waist before he spins me around, my front colliding with the brick wall. The rough surface starkly contrasts the heat of his body pressing against mine. His knee slides between my legs, spreading them apart with ease.
"Let’s test something," he murmurs, one of his hands trailing beneath the hem of my dress, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
I suck in a breath, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
He chuckles darkly. "Oh, moya Lisichka," he purrs, fingers tracing higher, barely brushing against my soaked panties. “What a naughty little slut you are.”
"Don’t get cocky," I shoot back, though my voice isn’t nearly as steady as I want it to be.
Vladimir tsks, his mouth curling into a smirk as he grazes his fingers over the fabric, deliberately light, barely giving me anything. "Oh, you’ll be the one getting my cock soon, don’t worry," he muses, teasing the edge of my panties. "I’ll even fill you with my cum if you beg nicely."
A small gasp slips from my lips as he finally gives me mercy, slipping two fingers past the barrier of my panties and sinking them into my pussy up to his knuckles.
"Fuck," I breathe, my head tipping back against his chest.
Vladimir groans, his other hand gripping my throat—not tight, just a reminder that he’s in control. "So damn wet for me," he murmurs, his fingers working inside me with slow, deliberate strokes. "And you want me to believe you don’t like me? That you haven’t fantasized about this moment.”
I clench my jaw, refusing to answer. But my body betrays me—hips rolling against his hand, desperate for more.
He laughs, dark and knowing. "That’s what I thought," he murmurs, curling his fingers inside me just right, hitting that spot that makes my legs tremble.
My hands grip his thighs, nails biting through the fabric. "Shut up and keep going, or I’ll find somebody else who can,” I manage to gasp, the pleasure coiling tighter, dangerously close to snapping.
Vladimir’s thumb finds my clit, circling it in lazy, torturous motions. "Say, please."
I glare at him sideways, panting, my pride warring with my need.
He slows his movements.
This motherfucker…
A low growl escapes my lips. "Fucking—please," I finally bite out.
Vladimir’s smirk deepens, his fingers driving into me harder, his thumb pressing against my clit with just the right amount of pressure. "Good girl," he murmurs.
I’m seconds away from unraveling when?—
"Luna!?”
The sound of Amani’s voice snaps through the haze.
FUCK!
What am I doing ??
Vladimir pulls his fingers out of me so fast I nearly collapse. Before I can react, he grabs his coat, drapes it over my shoulders, and steps back, licking his fingers clean as his eyes burn into mine.
"Next time," he murmurs, voice thick with promise.
I’m still catching my breath when Amani and Raven step into the alley, their eyes locking onto me, then flicking to Vladimir.
Silence.
Then Amani raises an eyebrow. "Did he just?—?"
Raven exhales sharply. "Luna, what the fuck?"
Vladimir smirks, adjusting his suit like he hasn’t just had me falling apart in his hands. "Ladies," he says smoothly before disappearing back inside the club.
I tip my head toward the sky, trying to process what the hell just happened.
Amani looks me up and down before shaking her head. "Bitchhhhhh."
I huff out a breathless laugh, Vladimir’s coat still wrapped around me, my legs barely steady. I push off the wall. "Drinks. Now."
Raven pinches the bridge of her nose. "You’re gonna be the death of us. And where did you get that money from?”
I smirk, walking ahead, because I already know?—
Vladimir Petrov is going to be the death of me first.