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She tries to swat my hand away but I keep my hold firm, grunting once in disapproval.

“I don’t like your method of communication, you brooding pervert.” She jabs her elbow in my stomach and the hit knocks the breath out of me.

Fuck, she’s strong.

I chuckle unable to hide my amusement even though the jab renders me rather speechless.

I’m gonna have so much fun, my giddiness unruly. I hmm just to rile her and catch her elbow before she tries to hit me again.

“Uh oh, princess.” I lean forward, my breath tickling her cheeks as I whisper in her ear. “If you want a seat on my shoulder, just say it, no need to act shy.”

Before the words leave my mouth, I’m imaging both her legs on my shoulder as I devour her pussy, satiating years of pent-up hunger, my dick takes notice and, with everything in me, I try to stop my groan.

Fuck. Fuck.

The way her body stills, I know she’s thinking the same. Oh, how I’d beg the time to stop just so I could stay in the moment, her taste on my tongue as I eat her out like the hungry maniac I am.

I’d devour every inch and more until I have my fill. I wouldn’t stop until she’s a writhing, sobbing mess, begging me to stop.

I wonder what my name around her lips would sound like when I’ll let her hang between getting so high and wanting to fall.

I’ll make her scream for me and she’d love every second of it.

We reach our penthouse, none of us speaking a word, her curious eyes dart around, taking the place in as I do the same; take her in.

Her body, every curve that I could touch, her waist that fits perfectly in my hands as I’d pick her up and tell her to sit on my face. Suffocate me and what a way to die.

Her hands, as I hold them behind her back, while sucking on her nipples and devour the sight of her body jerking with pleasure in front of me.

Her blonde hair, they can be so easily wrapped around my fist as I tell her to get on her knees and take all of me in her pretty little mouth.

Every. Fucking. Inch. Inside. Her.

Whatever hole I want, however many times I want.

The sight of her on her knees to suck the life out of me might just be my undoing.

“Where am I supposed to go?” She asks breaking me from my thoughts.

On my face—not go—come.

“Nowhere, just wait, he should be here in…” I casually lift my hand to check the time on my watch. “…five minutes.”

I walk towards the refrigerator and rummage through the items.

“Water?” I ask. “I have some ginger ale too, apple juice? Coffee?”

“Sergei.” My dick twitches upon hearing my name from her mouth. “Who is coming?”

“The doctor.” I search the kitchen, collecting everything I need to make her coffee.

It was too dark when I broke into her house last night to notice the redness. But after all the time she spent locked inside the bathroom, the truth is impossible to ignore.

She hurt herself—no. He hurt her. That bastard.

She could pass for a statue with how still she is, barely even breathing, and the look in her eyes deflates my cock just as quickly.

“Send him away.” She whispers. I merely cross my arms.