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“Luka, please,” she breathes, her hand wrapping around my cock. I have to grit my teeth to hold back the growl of pleasure.
“Jesus, Sophia,” I grunt, my hips bucking into her touch. Along with the heat of her hand and the sight of her blushing while touching me – it’s a heady mix. Too goddamn much.
My towel’s on the floor, forgotten, my need for her making any pretense of modesty pointless. Her eyes are wide as they flick between my face and my cock, and the innocence there only ratchets up my desire.
As my body grinds against hers, her breath hitches, and she releases a choked sound, half-moan, half-whimper, that sends a wave of heat through me.
“Oh God, Luka,” she gasps, her blush spreading from her face to the neckline of her nanny uniform.
She’s a wet dream come to life.
I can’t hold back the growl of pleasure that slips from my lips. She’s mine, and a primal part of me wants to mark her, claim her in the most primitive way possible.
“You really looking to mess with trouble, krasotka?” I growl, my tone thick with need. “If you are not ready for the burn, you should have stayed the hell away from me.”
Chapter 49
Sophia
“I CAME here for Yulia,” I snap, though my voice quivers, betraying the lie. “Not to…to…”
Fuck you. God knows I am so horny right now.
I’ve got no business in Luka’s private gym, I know it, but I can’t help myself. Word around the house is that he’s been cooped up here for days. Yulia’s been asking for her big brother, her face going all teary-eyed at night.
Or maybe I’m just trying to fool myself. Maybe it’s me who can’t stand his absence anymore.
Yes, I fucking miss him.
The truth is, I want him. I want all of him.
And here he is. Fresh out of the shower, muscles rippling, water dripping down his goddamn perfect body. His hard cock pressing against me.
His hands are on me, pulling at the buttons of my uniform, stripping it away with no niceties. His fingertips trace the edge of my bra, then it’s gone, and I’m standing there topless, my nipples hardening under his intense gaze. Heat pools in my lower belly, my pussy clenching in anticipation.
“You—”
He silences me with a rough kiss, his hand tangling in my hair as he pulls my head back to look at him. His eyes are ablaze, a mix of lust and something else, something darker.
“Do you like pain, krasotka?” he repeats, his voice a low growl.
I swallow hard, unsure of how to respond. It’s an intimate question, and it feels raw and exposed to discuss it here, in his private sanctuary, with his naked body pressing against mine.
“I…I don’t know,” I finally confess, feeling a blush heat my cheeks.
He lets out a chuckle, low and wicked. “Well, krasotka, I think it’s high time we find out.”
He bites my lower lip, the sting of it sending another jolt of pleasure through my body. “Does it hurt?” he growls in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
“Fuck yes,” I breathe out. It hurts alright, the pleasurable kind of pain, the one that blurs the line between ecstasy and agony.
Without warning, he spins me around, slamming me face-forward against the cold, hard wall. My tits press against the cool surface, my nipples hardening instantly. The throbbing in my pussy intensifies, matching the erratic beat of my heart. His muscular body molds against my back, his thick cock grinding into my ass, promising sheer, unfiltered pleasure. His hands are rough, one manhandling my wrists above my head while the other roams my body, trailing down to my dripping wet pussy.
“Asshole!” I spit out, the word tumbling out of my lips before I can stop it. The venom in my voice would’ve shocked me if I wasn’t so damn angry.
“What- what did you say?” His voice is a low growl in my ear, thunderous and ominous. I can practically feel his anger vibrating against my back.
“I said, you are an asshole, jerk!” It’s the purest form of my anger, breaking through the surface after simmering beneath for so long. It feels liberating, like releasing a scream after a long silence.
