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Pleasure floods my system as he applies pressure exactly where I need it, rubbing his cock directly over my clit.
“You’re a filthy fucking girl,” he growls, gripping my thighs and spreading them farther apart. “You want to be seen shoving your fingers down your pussy, but not by me.” He bares his teeth as he chokes on jealousy. “I promise you, malyshka, I can make you come so hard that you scream. You’ll forget all about Andrei and Ezra while my cock is driving you mad.” He thrusts, sliding his length between my lips as the tip rubs my clit. “I can fit better than your fingers ever could. I can make you cream all over my cock. Over, and over, and over again.” My tits bounce with each thrust of his hips as he drags his cock through my slick folds, staining his slacks with my arousal.
This is obscene.
This is wrong.
But holy fucking shit, do I love it.
I reach for Mikhail’s phone and pull it from his pocket. He continues grinding while I struggle with the lock screen.
“Two, six, two, five.” Mikhail grins, the mischievous glint in his eye returning. “That spells cock, in case you’re wondering.”
My laugh is rich, echoing through the room. A weight on my heart lifts, just enough for me to notice it was ever there at all. I can’t remember the last time I laughed. It feels heavenly.
“He’s under favorites.”
I click to the favorites tab and scan the names. There are only four of them. Pakhan. Muscle. Stylist. Someone named with only the letter M. “Your stylist is in your favorites?” I can’t help but giggle. “You must call them a lot.”
Mikhail’s smile sharpens. “Call your fiancé or give the phone back, Valentina.”
My mind sobers at the threat laced through his words.
It’s then I realize—I have a cell phone in my hands.
I could call for help. I could be free.
Mikhail realizes the same thing at the same exact moment I do. He shifts his weight and quickly climbs on top of me, knocking the phone from my hand as soon as he’s within reach. It clatters to the floor and skids down an aisle.
With a glare, he realigns his cock to my center and thrusts, but the pressure hurts. I whine as pain mixes with pleasure.
“Say you want me.” He fists my hair and wrenches my head to the side, forcing me to look out the window. The courtyard is empty. My breath fogs the glass. I don’t know what I’m supposed to be looking at.
“See how your body aches for mine.”
I allow my eyes to unfocus, and then I see us reflected in the window. Cramped in the alcove, barely able to fit, our bodies locking together like puzzle pieces. He’s on his knees, with my thighs pressed firmly to his as he damn near bends me in half, our hips aligned perfectly as he thrusts, hard and heavy, on top of me. One of my arms wraps around his shoulder, while the other is crushed between our chests, my fist clenching the collar of his shirt. I’ve ripped the first two buttons open. I hadn’t even noticed.
“You want me,” Mikhail seethes, his lips ghosting the shell of my ear. “Or you wouldn’t come for me like a dirty fucking whore.”
“Ah,” I moan, the insult running hot through my veins. An ache settles deep inside my core. I crave more than Mikhail is giving me, much more. I dig my nails into his shoulder as he continues torturing my clit.
He groans and drags his lips against my cheek. “I bet you’d love for me to shove my dick inside your tight little hole.” When I gasp, he laughs. “Maybe we’ll have to ask Andrei for forgiveness, after all. What do you say? Want me to fuck you, Valentina?” He lowers his voice to a whisper. “Right here, right now.”
I whimper, but can’t form any words. Pressure builds deep in my belly, signaling my coming demise.
“I bet he can hear how wet you are for me all the way in his office. This room amplifies sound, and you’re fucking drenched.” Mikhail turns my face back towards him and brushes our lips together. “But don’t worry, I’ll cover your mouth when you scream.”
Panic laces with anticipation as he reaches between us.
He’s going to fuck me. He’s going to rip down his zipper, pull out his cock, and shove it inside me, all because I couldn’t say no.
Because I didn’t want to say no.
His lifts his hips to create space between us, and I shut my eyes to prepare for the hottest, most indecent fuck of my life.
Something thick glides inside my pussy, stretching out my walls, before retreating again. I choke on a moan as I realize it’s not Mikhail’s cock—but his fingers. He slides two of them inside me, only to drag them back out nice and slow, the surge of arousal coursing through my veins making me gush around his thick fingers.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans, repeating the motion. There’s no mistaking the slick, wet sound filling the air, and I tremble as pleasure builds rapidly.
