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He does it again and whispers, “Want some?”
“Ugh, no, gross.”
He returns to his mission of totally corrupting me and, as I feel the full force of his wicked tongue, I swear the heavens open, and I float up there on a cloud of bliss.
As his fingers curl inside me and his mouth brings me the ultimate pleasure, I fall apart, standing with his head between my legs. I grip his shoulders and ride the wave as my body reminds me of who is really in charge around here.
“Oh my God.” I cry as the orgasm crashes through me relentlessly, telling him my darkest secrets that my words will never expose.
I love this. What he does to me, and all his dirty talk turned me on, imagining him with someone else. It liberated me. He is the whore on this occasion, and I am him. I see where he went with this and once again, it surprises me.
I don’t even have time to get my act together before he pushes me back, so my knees hit the edge of the bed.
“Lie back baby.”
I can’t even speak because he strips off his sexy suit, baring that insane chest at me, and words fail me. He is a warrior; a weapon of my destruction and I can’t help that my legs just fall naturally apart. Why is my body such a slut around this man?
The bed dips as he joins me and he whispers, “When I fuck a whore, it’s fast and rough. When a whore fucks me, she takes her time and draws out my pleasure.”
“God, they must love you.”
“They love my money.” He reminds me and as his expert fingers start massaging my breasts, I whisper, “Do they do this too?”
“Of course.” He bends his lips and kisses my breast, each one in turn and I sigh with contentment.
“I expect the full service when I’m paying them for it.” He whispers and his mouth travels lower, licking, biting and sucking my supersensitive skin.
“They certainly earn their money.” I gasp as he pushes two fingers inside me and caresses my clit with his tongue.
“It’s easy money.” He says and I hiss, “Easy!”
I make to push him away, but he grips my wrist in his hands and pins me to the bed and says roughly, “Easy because they choose it. As I said before, I never force myself on anyone and the women I employ are obtained through reputable agencies.”
“It’s still not right. They have families. Hopes dreams, a life.”
“They have a choice, Lilli. This is what they choose.”
“Not always.”
Despite Mikhail bringing extreme pleasure to my body with his touch, his words are bringing intense pain to my heart. Is this what Reggie did? Was she expected to perform for money that was delivered straight into Mickey’s greedy, outstretched hands?
Mikhail interrupts my thoughts and says gruffly, “They were business but this…” He gently kisses a trail up my body and captures my mouth, his kiss soft and slow, his hands gripping my wrists as he demonstrates his power over me.
He pulls away and hisses. “This, Lilli, is an addiction that I am trying so hard to kick. You are my obsession, not a whore. You are in my world because I want you here and you will remain here until our business is done.”
Our business. Once again, I am crushed as he reminds me what this is and then he surprises me again by whispering softly, “What if I don’t want you to go? What if I don’t want it to be business anymore and what if I told you I am falling for you?”
I swear my heart is doing pirouettes around the room right now because what the actual hell is going on?
We were talking about whores, not us.
“Mikhail.” My voice trembles as I stare into his eyes that are looking at me with the softest expression I have ever seen in them. He strokes my face and stares deep into my eyes and says huskily, “The decision will be yours, Lilli. Try this out for the agreed time and if you want to leave at the end of it, you will walk away with a fresh start, on your terms. If you want to stay, my ring will replace the contract and you will be stuck with me for life.”
“You’re proposing to me.” I stare at him in shock, and he laughs softly. “I’m stating fact, Lilli. It’s in your hands now. I just demand you honor the agreement, but know I will be doing everything in my power to make you stay.”
“Stop talking, Mikhail.”
My eyes burn brightly as I whisper, “Where are the condoms when you need them?”
