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CHAPTER1
RUSLAN
She throws her head back, her hair flying around as I thrust into her from behind. My hips slam against the flesh of her ass over and over. She moans, pushing herself backward for more. The table that she’s bent over jumps slightly forward with each thrust, but it’s sexy as shit.
Fuck me, but she can really take what I give her and that is something almost spectacular. Tipping my chin down, I watch as my cock moves in and out of her. It’s completely wet from her cunt. It’s a damn gorgeous sight is what it is.
She pushes backward, continuing to meet every single stroke of mine. Then I watch as her hand moves from the bed and disappears between her legs. Her long fingernails gently skim my balls, and I can’t hold back my moan from the sensation.
Jesus fuckingChrist,this woman is going to be the goddamn death of me. And I’m not sure that I would mind going if that was the case. My lower back tingles and my balls draw up. I’m so fucking close, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to hold off much longer.
Thankfully, I don’t have to worry about it. On the next thrust, her pussy clamps down around my dick and she comes. She doesn’t hold in her noises. She doesn’t attempt to be demure or hide anything from me.
She gives me everything, just as she always does. She cries out with her climax, the sound bouncing off of the walls around us. I continue to fuck her, pulling out almost completely, then slamming inside of her three more times before I bury myself deep, staying buried and then I come on my own loud roar.
We stay where we are, her bent over the table attempting to catch her breath, me with my hands gripping her hips, buried inside of her attempting to catch my own breath. Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh before bending over her body. Then I touch my mouth to the side of her neck.
“Stay the night,” I demand.
I want more of her, so much fucking more. Without sounding too much like a pussy, I want to wake up next to her before slipping inside of her and fucking her again. I can never get enough of her. I’ve never been so physically attracted or have desired anyone quite like I do her.
“I can’t,” she breathes. “I need to leave.”
Begrudgingly, I take a step backward, slipping from her body. I watch as she slowly stands up straight, then turns around to face me. She’s completely naked and I take in her spectacular form. I almost forget what I wanted from her, mesmerized by her perfection.
“Where do you go?” I ask as I pull my boxer briefs to my hips.
Her red-painted lips press together. She lifts her hand, gathering her long dark hair. I watch as she slides it down her shoulder, covering one of her tits from view. I’m instantly disappointed that she’s covered any part of herself.
She takes a step backward, reaching for her dress and slowly slips it over her head, she shimmies it down over her ass. The hem stops right at her midthigh. I fucking hate that she’s put it back on, even though it’s sexy as shit on her.
“It doesn’t matter,” she murmurs as she turns her back to me and slips back into her high heels.
Walking over to her, I reach out, wrapping my fingers around her bicep, and gently tug her around to face me. She tilts her head back, her eyes finding mine as she lets out a sigh. She doesn’t want to tell me where she goes, or anything about herself other than her first name.
I should love this, as someone who doesn’t do relationships, this should be perfect for me. But I’m finding that the loss of control, the fact that she won’t tell me anything about herself, it’s starting to seriously bother me.
This has been going on for months. She comes here, we fuck, she leaves. I almost feel as if I’m her kept whore. Except she only pays in pussy and ass… though I find that it’s really the only form of currency I would accept from her.
Lifting my arm, I cup her cheek and slide my hand to the base of her head, pulling her neck back a bit farther, forcing her to look nowhere but my eyes.
“It does,luchik,” I say. “If some man is going to try and kill me for fucking his wife, or a father for fucking his daughter, this is something that I should be prepared for.”
Her lips curve up into a small smile and she tries to shake her head, but I don’t let her. I don’t give her the leeway to move her head even a fucking inch.
“Ruslan,” she breathes.
She doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t give me any kind of explanation. Which makes me think that there could be someone knocking on my door in the future, ready to fucking kill me.
I decide that I’m going to find out the fucking truth.
I can’t let this go on much longer, not until I at least know the truth of it all. Research is my job. This is what I do. I’m tired of waiting for her to give me some kind of fucking answer. She’s hiding something that she doesn’t want to tell me, and I need to find out if that’s going to get me killed.
Releasing her, I stand to the side to let her pass. She doesn’t move. She stays frozen in her place, her gaze shifting to me. I stare straight ahead, even though I can feel her attention on me. She’s watching me, waiting for a reaction. I don’t give it to her.
“I’m sorry, Ruslan,” she whispers before she walks out of the front door of my condo.
Looking down at my watch, I wince at the time. I need to get to the club. For whatever fucking reason, I am now the manager of a gentleman’s club.Soblazneniye. Not only the manager of the club but also of the women who work for the club as well.
