I don’t know how, and I don’t care.
Once free, I don’t reach for his throat or shove him away. I don’t do any of the things Dimitri trained me to do when an enemy gives me an opening.
Instead, I grab the back of his head, bracing my other hand on the arm of the chair. Using both for leverage, I curve my hips up and press his face deeper into my pussy.
Max quickens his pace.
This is just nerves. Only biology. A basic human need. Doing this with him means nothing.
Afterward—when our heart rates have slowed and I’ve experienced oral sex for the first time—we’ll go back to hating each other. While he recovers, I’ll kill him.
“Where did you get the diamonds?”
Despite my body muffling his voice, I can still make out the question. “Dimitri found them. Didn’t say how. I didn’t ask.”
He splays his hand, easing the tip of one digit just inside my ass.
Holy hell, did I think lack of oxygen might kill me? I was wrong. I just might die from euphoria overload.
I grind down into the exquisite sensation, then buck up to reach his mouth.
His fingers curl, offering me what I want. “Who is Dimitri to you?”
The pressure builds, sliding over tender skin. Then he hits that one spot that whites out my vision.
I gasp. “Teacher. Helper.” Shit, at this point, I don’t care what I say, as long as he keeps going.
He sucks my clit, curving his fingers over and over, gliding in and out.
Wetness pours out of me, pooling in his hand, slicking his fingers that slip in and fill me twice as much as I expected.
The sensation’s almost more than I can bear.
“Good girl.” The words rumble against my skin. “That’s it, sweetheart. Break for me.”
The praise shouldn’t affect me like this. Shouldn’t make my body clench around him and my grip in his hair tighten.
But apparently I’m so far gone that it does.
His finger pushes the rest of the way into my ass. The two fingers in my pussy speed up and his teeth clamp down on my clit while he sucks.
My hips develop a mind of their own, jerking up and down. I’m fucking my ass onto his finger, but I don’t care. So long as his other fingers don’t stop. As long as his mouth continues its magic. “Oh, god, yes.”
“When did you come to this house?” The questions keep coming, his voice the only thing grounding me while his hands destroy me.
“Three…” I gasp as his hand shifts inside me. I don’t know what he’s doing, but it’s so freaking wonderful. “Three years ago.”
“Perfect. Come for me.”
Who the hell does he think he is that he can command me to orgasm?
His fingers curl. His thumb grinds down on my clit. There’s a delightful pinching pain in my nipple. I’m so full, so stretched, so?—
The world shatters.
The orgasm rips through me as white light explodes behind my eyes. My pussy convulses around his fingers in ways I never expected. It’s like my body is trying to tear itself apart by squeezing the life out of him.
Everything fades except the pulsing fullness and the slide of his hair between my fingers. Waves of pleasure crash over me, through me, destroying everything I thought I was and leaving a raw, new Anika Kozlov in its place.
