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When he finally brings me to my climax, the only word I know in the world is his name. I kiss him hard, thanking him for giving me everything I could have ever wanted.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Ivan
The first time I saw Kat, I knew she had a vixen inside of her. Whether it was the rebelliousness of her voluminous curves, or the willingness of her virgin mouth to kiss me, I wasn’t sure. But perhaps that’s what drew me to her in the first place. I couldn’t have imagined it would only take a few days for her to open up to me in the way she has. Every night, she tells me her deepest fantasies, and I do everything in my power to ensure they come true, burying my cock inside of her and filling her with my seed.
I dismiss the staff earlier and earlier every night, seeking the freedom to have her in any corner of the house I want her. I wouldn’t care if we were caught, but I know it would embarrass her. Secretly, though, I think she loves the idea of being watched. She certainly enjoyed it when I took her against the window.
She tests me every single day. She pushes me to see how much I’m willing to do for her, and the answer is simplyeverything. I knew from the moment I saw her that I needed to possess her, but now she’s the one possessing me. We’re connected in a way I’ve never experienced or expected. Every time we come together, she wants me to take her in a new position, in a new place.
I walk into the penthouse after a long day at work, and I’m immediately assaulted by memories of how she begged me to go down on her on the stairs or asked me to bend her over the couch. Each new day brings a new surprise, and I hope she never stops surprising me.
Now, in fact, I see her sitting on the kitchen counter. As I walk into the kitchen, I see that she’s wearing nothing, but her body is covered in whipped cream. The little minx.
She smiles at me wickedly as I walk into the kitchen.
“Didn’t your mother tell you that you need a healthy dinner before dessert?” I tease her.
I don’t miss the dark look that crosses her face at the mention of her mother, and I immediately feel bad for saying it. The look is quickly replaced with lust, and she spreads her legs wider for me.
“You make me want to break all the rules,” she whispers. “Besides, I’m not the one who will be eating the dessert.”
There’s a fire in her eyes as she once again challenges me with her eyes. I haven’t failed her yet. I don’t intend to start now. I look down to see she’s placed two cherries where her nipples are, and I laugh.
“You’re really trying to kill me, aren’t you?” I breathe out, pulling one of the cherries off her tit and placing it seductively in my mouth.
She watches me hungrily, licking her lips.
“No,” she says. “I’m trying to fuck you.”
My tongue slides over her breast, tasting the sweet cream there. I lick it all off until she’s exposed to me, then work on the other breast. She breathes heavily, moaning against my tongue.
My hands are planted on either side of her on the counter so I don’t get them covered in whipped cream. Once I’ve licked her breasts clean, though, I move my hands up to touch her and tease her sensitive nipples. She arches her back and sighs, crying out my name.
It’s been weeks since the first time she called me Johnny, and every time she does, it makes me even harder, makes the precome rise up even faster. I love hearing her say my name, and I will dedicate my life to finding new ways to make it fall off her lips. Despite our time together, there are new parts of her I have yet to explore.
I lay her back on the counter, intent on licking down her chest and stomach until I get to her pussy.
“Good thing I don’t have ants,” I joke. “This might have been really uncomfortable for you.”
My tongue dips inside her heat, and she cries it. “Worth it,” she sighs, already starting to come undone.
When I’ve licked her body clean, I want to taste her sex. This was her plan all along, of course. She is my favorite meal. I could lap her up every single night. Her hands ball up into fists next to her, and her head falls back, hanging off the other side of the counter. I crouch down, giving myself as much leverage inside of her as I can possibly get.
I add my fingers to the mix, feeling inside of her as my tongue circles around her most sensitive part. Her breath is already quickening, her legs shaking, a sure sign that she’s close. I pull back, teasing her. I want to be inside her, to feel her walls contract as she comes around me.
I quickly unbuckle my pants and thrust inside of her, watching as her head lifts in surprise. She cries out in pleasure, begging me to move faster. I pound into her with everything I have until we’re both in a heap. Nothing will ever feel this good.
When we’ve finished, she goes up to dress for dinner, though I tell her I’d be just as happy if she decided to eat buck-ass naked. In fact, I’d prefer it. But she tells me she’s sticky and wants to shower. I reluctantly let her go, already imagining our next round. I can’t get enough of her.
When she’s gone, I go into my office, wanting to check on a few status reports from the day. Lately, our syndicate has been dealing with a string of cyber-attacks. My best men have been looking into the attacks and working to beef up our firewall, but they keep coming.
One took out an entire real estate office for two days. We lost millions of dollars in business that day, and it infuriates me. I know who’s responsible, of course. I can’t prove it, but I know Dimitri has found a new way to attack me. The stupid man. He will never learn.
Then there are the notes that keep showing up for Kat. After that first package a few weeks ago, they showed up. Sometimes it was just one a day, other times I was getting ten or twenty in a single day.
I haven’t shown them to her or told her about them. I want her to feel safe. But I know someone is trying to intimidate her. The things they say in the notes are absolutely vile. This creep wants to hurt her, to make her pay.
