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This woman is all fucking mine.
When I pull out, some of my cum decorates her lips and chin, and she licks them while still staring at me.
Ah, fuck.
Now, I’m getting hard again.
Using my hold on her with the belt, I force her to stand, and she does so on unsteady feet. Her expressive eyes brighten with anticipation, waiting and needing to know what happens next. When I continue watching her without taking action, she shifts and rubs her legs together.
She’s wet and horny.
I can see it in the darkening color of her eyes. She doesn’t even try to hide the signals her body is sending to my monster.
The fact that she got this way because of how I used her is even more thrilling.
“Looks like I’m going to have to fuck you, after all.”
I shove her against the desk, sending the cards in all directions. Sasha gasps, then moans when I step behind her and grind my erection against her covered ass.
“You like being used by me, don’t you?”
“N-no, I don’t.”
“Don’t lie to me when you’re dripping wet for my cock.” I accentuate my words with a swipe of my fingers over her covered pussy.
Her moan echoes around us, and I smile. “Such a good girl, my Solnyshko.”
That earns me a choked whimper. She does love the pet name, after all, my Sasha.
I grab the hem of her pants, about to rip them down, when the door opens, and the last person I’d expect barges inside.
Rai Sokolov.
And she has a complete view of the situation.
26
KIRILL
Idon’t have to see her face to know Sasha is frozen.
Her whole body stiffens, and she might as well have transformed into a stone in my hands.
Rai’s unfocused eyes narrow on us as she sways on her feet, the sound of her heels scraping on the ground amplified tenfold in the imposing silence.
That seems to kick Sasha out of her stupor, because she responds to my tightening hold around her waist and abruptly ducks down and crawls under the desk.
The fucking cockblocker Rai doesn’t look away from my half-nude state so, to be a dick—no pun intended—I look her in her dazed eyes and take my time tucking myself in.
Again, I don’t have to look at Sasha’s face to sense her distress. It’s bleeding from her and bouncing off my skin.
Option one: shoot Rai between the eyes and think of a way to hide her body and any evidence that she came to my club.
Option two: torture the fucking piece of shit, and only when I’m satisfied do I kill her.
Choices, choices…
“Was that…” Rai points a finger between me and the desk, sounding drunker than a sailor in his victory parade.
