Page 21 of Unholy Tsar

My brain short circuits and words just spill out of my mouth unchecked. “Please, daddy. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.”

He groans and starts fucking into me. I have to hold on to him for dear life when my ass starts sliding back on the desk. His hand on my hair softly trails down my face and around my neck.

“You’re calling me daddy too easily, little girl. Are you sure you have no daddy issues?”

Before I can reply, his hand forms a chain around my neck, and he tightens his grip so hard it blocks my airflow. I’m so fucking twisted because the burning of my chest that comes with the loss of air only sends my pleasure spiraling into higher heights. I climb up and up. I’m almost scared of what will happen when I crash.

“You love it.” There’s a note of disbelief and awe in his voice. “How much more can you take?” he wonders, tightening his grip on my neck. My vision winks out, and I part my lips, desperate for air, but I don’t fight him.

“Look at you. You’re going to cum, aren’t you?” He sounds like he’s stumbled upon something he’s been searching for his whole life. “Come then, Myshka. Cum for daddy.”

He releases my throat, and the combination of his words and precious oxygen rushing through my lungs flings me off the cliff. I shout his name, my core clenching so hard I almost push his cock out of me as I cum and cum and cum.

He snarls my name into my hair, and that's the only warning I get before my insides are bathed in the warmth of his cum. Afterward, my body sinks limply into his as he strokes my back soothingly. I slowly come to, realizing I’m shaking. Fuck, that was so intense.

I’ve never had sex this good before in my life.

Fuck, what if I get attached to him? Sex this good can mess with a girl’s head. And all that daddy stuff certainly doesn’t help matters. Initially, I called him that to tease him, but it started to feel so natural, even nice—I liked it. So, I kept calling him that. Fuck, what is wrong with me?

I stiffen in his arms and push him away. He steps back, taking his cock with him. I wince at the loss, and for a few seconds, my cunt clutches on thin air. We both watch as his cum drips from my pussy to the desk. His cock—how is that damn thing still erect?—twitches with need, and his eyes darken.

I snap my legs shut, which lifts his dark gaze up to mine. He watches me for a few seconds, taking me in. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I mutter, wrapping my arms around myself. I glance across the room and finally find my dress in a corner of the desk. But as I try to stand, my knees buckle, and if Maksim hadn’t grabbed me, I would have sunk to the floor. Shit.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yes, I’m fine, damn it!” I snap and wrest my arm from his hand. I turn my back on him, quickly make my way to my dress, and tug it on, but it doesn’t help. I feel exposed. Vulnerable. Fuck, why did I call him daddy? And why did I admit that I wanted him? I said things I shouldn’t have.

When I face Maksim again, he’s dressed—not that he ever got fully naked. He only took off his pants earlier. His face is closed off, and he looks composed. Not like someone who just had transcendent sex. Fuck. Was it just me then? Does this happen to him on a regular basis?

“From now on, you’re banned from attending any more lectures with Bree,” he says, and my heart stops. If I ever had the delusion that what just happened between us meant anything, he’s successfully squashed it.

“What? No way! I’m going to keep attending as long as Bree wants me to.” I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him.

He sighs regretfully. “You seem to be mistaken about something, Cecilia. You’re not going to see my niece again, not until I know everything there is to know about you. Not until I can guarantee you aren’t a threat to her.”

Stupidly, the first thing I notice is that he called me by my name. He’s never done that when we’re alone. But then his words sink in. Never see Bree again? “Fuck you,” I snap, spinning away from him. I am so done with this fucker.

I march rigidly toward the door but can’t resist throwing a parting shot at him, “I wonder what Bree would think if I told her how you cornered me in this study and then fucked my brains out, huh?”

He stiffens at my words, and I smirk, turning back to open the door. But the handle doesn’t budge. The smirk falls off my face when I realize it’s locked. Fuck, I didn’t even notice him locking it when he walked in earlier.

“What did you do?” I growl angrily, spinning back around to glare at him.

“You’re not to see my niece again.”

My stomach drops, and my heart sinks as I realize he means it. If I can’t stay with Bree, not only will I essentially be homeless, but I’ll be the homeless girl that a dangerous man is searching for. A homeless girl with no money, nothing. In other words, I’m fucked.

“I’m not going to hurt Bree. You know that, Maksim,” I plead with him. “That’s the last thing I want.”

“Maybe so,” he agrees. “But by your own admission, someone you fear even more than me is searching for you. Eventually, that search will lead them to Bree, and what do you think will happen then?”

I gulp.

He’s right, of course. But if only he knew what I was really running from.

My ex.