His dirty talk continues, “That’s my good girl, fucking yourself on my cock. This tight pussy is addicted already,” pushing me toward the edge again.
When he presses one thumb hard against my asshole, I shatter, crying out.
He flips me onto my stomach, covering me with his body, and lifts my hips just enough so he can enter me from behind. His weight presses me into the mattress, dominant and enveloping. “Mine,” he repeats with each thrust. Tender kisses on my shoulder contrast the powerful snaps of his hips.
We go on like this, positions changing, pleasure building in waves.
He eats me out on the edge of the bed, fingers in my ass while his tongue works my clit. I suck his cock, taking him deep into my throat while he praises me, hand gentle in my hair but guiding firmly.
He fucks my tits, then my mouth, then my pussy again, claiming my entire body completely.
Hours later, exhausted and sated, we lie tangled. His arms hold me tight, possessive even in sleep.
I drift off, fully claimed by this man I just met and feeling adored and safer than I’ve ever been in my life.
CHAPTER 6
MAX
After two weeks of having Sydney in my life, we’ve settled into a routine.
I stand at the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, scotch in hand, watching the lights below glitter against the night sky. The city pulses beneath me like a living thing, greedy, corrupt, and ready to bleed. Just like Gerald Mercer and his mercenary business practices. It’s been another long day of playing my alter ego, another step closer to watching Mercer’s empire crumble into dust. The Kedrov family will have their revenge, and I’ll be the one to deliver it.
To Mercer and his cronies, I’m just another shark circling his failing logistics company, looking for a lucrative buyout. He has no idea I’m the knife in the dark. Today we closed another deal that funnels more of his dirty money into accounts I control. It’s one more step toward getting access to all of his shell companies and his entire capital. A few more steps and his house of cards will collapse. The feds will have everything they need. In a weird twist of events, the Russian mob is working with the FBI to collect evidence of money laundering, bribery, and a human trafficking pipeline.
Mercer’s life ends soon, and I’ll smile while it happens. And so will my Pakhan, the man Mercer betrayed. The man who took me in when I was an orphan living on the streets and gave me an education, a purpose, a life.
I take a slow sip of the scotch. The burn grounding me. For the last year, days like this left me hollow. Pretending to be someone else, especially a ruthless and greedy fuck, is emotionally draining and very lonely. But the dark cloud of depression and apathy that’s been my constant companion for months is gone.
But not tonight, and not any night, because I no longer return home to an empty and lonely space. Now she’s here.
Sydney.
My sugar baby. My possession. The woman I bought for a year.
When I hear the shower turn off in the back of the penthouse, I set the glass down and head for the bedroom, already loosening my tie. She’s there, skin rosy from her after-work-out shower, curled in my bed, wearing one of my shirts, her dark hair fanned across the pillow.
The sight of her hits me low in the gut every single time. Possessive hunger rises fast and sharp.
She smiles when I enter the room, playing with the collar of the shirt, unconsciously scissoring her legs because she’s already turned on.
“I’m home, baby.” I strip off my jacket, shirt, letting her watch. Her gaze tracks every movement, heat building in her eyes as I remove each piece of clothing. This is what keeps me sane: the nights with her. While I dismantle Mercer’s ugly world by day, I lose myself in her body by night, reclaiming who I really am.
Reclaiming her.
I crawl onto the bed, caging her beneath me. My hand slides under the hem of the shirt, finding bare skin. “Missed this pussy all day,” I growl against her neck, nipping the sensitive spot I know is there. She arches into me with a soft moan, her hands gripping my shoulders. She loves it when I get possessive like this. Craves it.
“Max…” She breathes my name like a prayer as I push the shirt up and off her, exposing her perfect tits. I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while my hand dips between her thighs. She’s already wet for me.
Always so ready. So perfect for me.
“Fuck, Sydney. You’re soaked. This tight little pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn’t it?” I slide two fingers inside her, curling them, stroking her insides while my thumb puts pressure on her clit.
She gasps, hips rolling against my hand. The dirty talk makes her clench around me. Good girl.
I take my time at first, kissing down her body until my mouth replaces my fingers. I devour her pussy like a man starved, tongue flicking her clit while I grip her thighs, holding her open for me.
She comes fast, crying out, fingers tangled in my hair. I keep licking her through the aftershocks until she’s trembling.
