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MOLLY
We made it halfway back into the city when Kirill pulled his car off the road onto a small side lane leading into a leafy forest.
As soon as he stopped, he reached for me.“Jeans off, Princess,” he commanded. “Let me see those pretty lacy panties.”
I struggled to comply. After talking about the engagement at lunch, I wanted to touch him. I wanted him to hug and kiss me and fill the coldness plaguing me since I’d overheard that conversation a few days ago.
I wriggled gracelessly out my jeans.
“This is why I never want you in pants,” he muttered.
“Unless I’m around other men?” I reminded him.
Possessiveness tinted his eyes darker as my bare legs appeared, my sex covered by the tiny scrap of girly lace I’d worn today.
“This is why we should stay home, permanently,” he grunted, grabbing me as soon as I’d kicked my jeans off.
He pulled me onto his lap so my legs were straddling his hips. There wasn’t much headroom, so I had to bend over him. One of Kirill’s hands speared deep into my hair, cupping the back of my neck and holding my face an inch from his. The other was on my ass, his fingers dipping down my cleft.
“Kirill,” I gasped as his fingers brushed my untested pucker. The night at the dinner table flashed through my mind. Fuck, that had been hot, but I hadn’t been allowed to enjoy it fully. Now, I wished I could do it all again and enjoy every second.
“Yes, Princess,” he muttered, getting his finger wet in the juices dripping into my panties and returning to my ass. “Don’t you like that?” he murmured against my lips. His hand had left my hair, and suddenly, the seat lowered back, spreading me more against him. “Don’t lie, Molly, I’ll know.”
“I-I don’t know. Maybe?” I gasped as his finger slipped inside my illicit place. It felt taboo as hell, which was crazy considering everything we’d done together.
“I think you do, Princess. You’re wetter than ever. Relax, and let me show you how good it can be. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re used to taking something before I fuck you there.”
His free hand went to the pants of his bespoke designer suit and ripped them open carelessly to free himself. Hooking a finger in the elastic of my panties, he drew them aside and pressed inside me without preamble.
I cried out against his mouth. I was so wet and empty inside, and his remorseless entry was welcome, even though it stretched me too fast. I struggled to adjust as he sank deep and stayed there. I was lying flat against his chest with my bent legs splayed wide. His cock was buried to the hilt inside me, and his hand was down the back of my panties with his finger halfway up my ass.
Late afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, falling on my face, and I let my eyes drift closed as he started to move inside me. It wasn’t brutal or relentless like he took me sometimes as if he was trying to drive himself so deep inside, I’d never get him out. It was nearly gentle as he nudged in and out of me, our motion limited by the car. His finger grew more daring, pushing further into me. It felt odd as hell but as good as I remembered from the dinner party.
“Do you like being filled with me everywhere, Molly? My tongue in your mouth, my dick in your pussy, and my finger up your ass? You look like you love it from how you’re bouncing on me, Princess. Tell me you love it,” he urged, his lips scraping across my forehead.
“I love it. I fucking love it.”
“Tell me you love me.”
My eyes flew open to find him gazing steadily at me, his eyes full of emotions I treasured. I hadn’t said those words again since his mask had come off, and the double life he’d been playing had ended.
“I love you,” I said without a second of hesitation.
“I fucking love you too, Princess, and nothing you could ever say or do will change that,” he growled.
He pulled me close, hugging me with one arm while his other hand stayed inside me. I lost track of the amount of time we spent like that.
For the first time in seven years, it was a perfect day.
38
KIRILL
The pier was busy today, and it had taken longer than usual to work our way along. Carnival music played, annoyingly chipper and upbeat, stealing my mind from where it longed to linger—on Molly. Her smile yesterday played again in my mind, and that car journey still whispered in my heart as I recalled her soft words and how she had felt wrapped around me.
Pyotr came to meet me as soon as I entered. I knew by his expression that something was wrong. “What is it?”
“Nikolai and Viktor are here.” Pyotr’s tone was solemn.
