I don’t move. I stay sprawled across his ops table like an offering, legs still spread, chest heaving. "Don’t stop," I whisper, my voice rough. "I want more, Serik. I need you again."
His eyes darken. A low, satisfied sound rumbles from his chest.
He grabs my hips and drags me off the table. My feet barely touch the floor before he spins me around and bends me forward over the glass surface. The cool glass presses against my breasts and cheek, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body behind me. I brace my hands on the table as he kicks my legs wider and more detritus falls to the floor around us.
He lines himself up and thrusts in deep with one smooth stroke. I moan, the new angle hitting deeper. He feels even thicker like this, stretching me in every direction.
"You enjoy draining my cock?" he growls, one hand fisting in my hair as he starts to move, hard and steady. "Look at you, bent over my table like you were made for this."
I push back against him, meeting every thrust. "Yes."
He groans and picks up speed, the sound of skin slapping skin bouncing off the glass. "You want to milk me dry, don't you? Feel me empty everything I have into this perfect pussy."
His words send sparks down my spine. I clench around him, and he curses under his breath.
"You like that my balls are aching for you,becauseof you?" He reaches around to rub my clit in tight circles, never slowing his thrusts. "You've got me addicted already. I can't get enough of filling you up. You’re so cum-hungry for me, squeezing my cock with your tight pussy…such a greedy little cunt you have."
I cry out, the pleasure building fast again. The harbor spreads out below us through the glass, but all I can focus on is him behind me, inside me, claiming me so thoroughly that nothing else exists. I am dripping down my thighs, our combined mess making every slide wet and obscene.
"Serik," I gasp, pushing back harder. "More. Don't hold back. Fuck me. Fill me."
He fucks me savagely, relentless and deep, his dirty words pouring over me until I shatter again, quivering and pulsing around him. He follows right after with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me once more.
“Are you done, or do you need more?” he asks, roughly, bending over me until his mouth is near my ear. “I’ll go all day, Juliette, even if it kills me.”
“I’m done.” The words come out shivery and uncertain, my legs still shaking and my core aching in a way that feels final.
“Good.” He releases me and helps me to stand before pulling me against his chest where I can feel his heart beat against my back. “If you ever need me or my cock, you say so. I never want to find you taking matters into your own hands unless it’s on my explicit instructions. Do you understand?”
His words send a thrill through me as ways to disobey him and what that might mean run through my mind.
“I need an answer, Juliette,” he adds, nipping at my shoulder as one of his hands comes around to cup my breast and the other one cups my mound.
“Yes,” I say.
With one last squeeze of both his hands, he releases me and steps back, pulling his boxers and trousers back into place.
“I think we’ve finished with work for the day,” he says. “Let’s go find dinner.”
Serik
The text from Rovin comes in while Juliette is in the shower.
Family dinner. My house. Week on Tuesday. Bring her.
I read it twice, which is once more than Rovin's texts usually require, because the instruction underneath the instruction is the part that matters.Bring her.My eldest brother has met Juliette for the length of one bidding war and a nod across a study, and he's already decided she's family enough to summon.
I set the phone face down. Next Tuesday she meets all of them at once, four brothers and their women, and the part of me that runs threat models is already mapping it. Not for her safety. For theirs. I've watched Juliette take a room apart in ten minutes. I'm genuinely curious which of my brothers she'll have solved by the main course.
Anna left dinner before she went home. She does this when I work late, leaves something covered on the warming drawer with a note about the temperature, and tonight there are two plates instead of one, which means Anna has drawn her own conclusions and approves of them. Braised short rib, the potatoes Akyl pretends he doesn't envy. I plate it properly because eating standing at the counter in front of Juliette Koraleva feels, suddenly, like a thing I'd be judged for, and I find I care about the verdict.
She comes down in the soft clothes again, hair damp, no armor on at all, and stops when she sees the table set.
"You cook," she says.
"I plate. There's a meaningful difference and Anna would want it on the record." I pull out a chair for her and wait for herto sit. "Anna made it. She left two plates. I think we've been discovered."
"By the housekeeper."
