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“Get out,” I mumble as I slip out of my shoes.
Mikhail approaches one step at a time, shrugging off his suit jacket. “Is that really what you want?”
My heart skips a beat.
I slip the straps of my dress off my shoulders, nibbling my bottom lip. Wet heat pools between my legs, my core throbbing with delicious anticipation. “You shouldn’t tease me.”
His eyes darken as he removes his tie and abandons it to the floor. “Why’s that?”
“Kittens have claws, you know. I’m not afraid to use them.”
Mikhail unbuttons the first few buttons of his shirt, exposing his thick neck and peak of his collarbones. “Scratch me up good,kisa. I plan to do the same to you.”
I lick my lips, officially standing in the doorway of my room. “How do you want me, sir?”
“Screaming,” is all he says before he pounces.
Mikhail’s on top of me like a panther, his strong arms easily pinning me to his body. Our mouths wrestle for dominance, but it’s only a matter of time before I give in. He comes out on top, tongue slipping into my mouth to explore my taste. With one hand fisted in my hair, he easily yanks my dress off my body. I’m pretty sure I hear one of the seams rip. I make a mental note to buy Charlotte a new one.
In the blink of an eye, Mikhail throws me over his shoulder. He gives my ass a hard squeeze, the sting igniting the fire simmering deep within my core. He deposits me on my bed without any semblance of grace. Mikhail’s deft hands strip me of my bra and panties, so swift in his movements there’s hardly time to register what he’s done.
“Misha,” I whimper, my core aching for his touch. “Please, Misha—”
Mikhail rolls me over easily and claps me on the ass. Once, twice. I wouldn’t be surprised if he left his handprint on my skin. The mere thought of it makes my insides all warm and fuzzy. It would be so nice to be marked by him, like Ibelongto him.
“That’ssirto you,” he growls.
I press my knees together, so terribly wet I’m worried I’m about to ruin my sheets before the fun’s even started. “Sorry, sir,” I mumble.
The wonderful metallic rip of his zipper sends goosebumps crawling down my arms. I can barely hear anything over my own ragged breath and thudding heart. The shuffling of his clothes as he undresses, the shift of the sheets beneath his weight. When I feel something hot and hard resting against the dip between my cheeks, I realize his cock is out.
I attempt to turn to look, too curious and intrigued to remain still. I haven’t seen Mikhail naked since the night of the party. I want to take him in, drink in all the glorious details. Unfortunately, he seems to have other plans. His free hand flies to my hair, keeping my head still and facing forward.
“Are you on anything?” he asks, breath hot against my ear. The weight of his body on top of me is oddly comforting, like a heated blanket in the dead of winter.
“I’m on birth control,” I reply, though my words are mostly muffled by the blankets beneath my face.
Behind me, Mikhail hums in satisfaction. “That’s my girl.”
I preen at his sweet words, a soft moan escaping my chest when I feel the blunt tip of his cock nudging my entrance. I grip the sheets, toes curling, waiting with bated breath for the moment he finally penetrates me.
Mikhail buries his cock in me, the burn of the stretch as pleasurable as it is shocking. I’m suddenly so full it knocks the air out of my lungs. His grip in my hair remains steadfast as he thrusts, strong and hard and measured, the slap of our skin and the creak of my bed beneath us punctuated by the sounds of our moans.
“Fuck,” I whine against my pillows. Heat coils in the pit of my stomach, pleasure rushing through my veins. He moves with purpose and force, the head of his cock sweeping over my sweet spot with every roll of his hips.
“So nice and tight,” he grunts against my ear. “Fuck, you feel better than I ever could have imagined.”
My walls flutter around his shaft, the heat that’s been growing inside me suddenly erupting into a glorious explosion of pure bliss. I writhe beneath him, moaning so loud I swear my next-door neighbors are going to file a noise complaint.
Mikhail strokes my back, his touch far more tender than I expected.
“Came for me already, did you?” he says, amusement dripping off his every word. “I can’t say I’m surprised. You’re practically dripping for me.”
“M-Misha—”
“Don’t worry,kisa. I’m not finished with you yet.”
Chapter 12
