"Yes!, yes, I wanted this—"
I cover her mouth again before the sound carries. And increase my pace until she's sobbing against my palm, hands scrabbling at the wall for purchase that doesn't exist.
I can feel her getting close—her body tensing, inner muscles fluttering around my cock, breath coming in desperate pants against my hand.
"You want to come?" I slow down just enough to torment her. "Want me to let you finish this time?"
She nods frantically.
"Then come for me." I reach around with my free hand and find her clit. Circle it with just enough pressure to push her over the edge. "Right fucking now. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock."
She detonates.
Whole body going rigid, a scream trapped behind my palm, clenching around me so tight I nearly lose it right there.
But I hold on. Keep fucking her through it. Draw out her orgasm until she's shaking and whimpering and completely destroyed.
Then I let myself go.
Pull her hips back hard and bury myself as deep as possible, and the orgasm hits like a freight train. Rips through me with an intensity that makes my vision white out for a second.
"Moya," I growl against her neck.Mine."Ty moya, Valerie. Fucking mine."
I come so hard I have to brace my other hand against the wall to stay upright.
When it finally subsides, we're both gasping. Shaking. Completely wrecked.
I remove my hand from her mouth carefully, and she sags against the wall like her legs won't hold her.
They won't.
I catch her before she falls. Turn her around and pull her against my chest, holding her while she trembles.
"I've got you." I find myself whispering. “I've got you."
She's crying. Silent tears streaming down her face. I don't know if it's from relief or shame or the overwhelming intensity of what just happened.
Don't care.
I just hold her. Let her shake apart against me while I stroke her hair and murmur things in Russian she probably doesn't understand.
Eventually, her breathing evens out. The shaking subsides.
She pulls back slightly and looks up at me with those wide, vulnerable eyes.
"What happens now?" Her voice is hoarse.
"Now you're mine." I cup her face, thumb brushing away tears. "Whatever trouble you're in—this debt, these threats, whoever's pulling your strings—it doesn't matter anymore."
"Lev—"
"I'll handle it." I cut her off. "You tell me what you need protected, and I'll protect it. But you stay. You're mine now. Understand?"
She nods slowly.
And I choose to believe it.
Choose to believe that she'll stop spying. Stop reporting to whoever sent her. Stop lying to my face.
