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“Hands up,” he demands.
My skin comes alive, and goosebumps break out at the feel of his hands pulling my hoodie off. I still have my T-shirt and bra on, but he doesn't take those off. Instead, he pulls both up so they’re shoved above my breasts, giving him full access. He circles them with his hands, pinching and flicking a thumb over my nipples until my every nerve ending is singing with his touch.
I moan out, and he releases a satisfied chuckle. One of his large hands lands between my shoulder blades, pushing my front against the dingy brick. My puckered nipples brush against the cool, rough stone, and it feels … so good.
“Stay like that,” he bites out. “Now your going to let your husband fuck you with his tongue until you come all over his face.”
His thumbs hook into the waistband of my leggings and thong, and he sinks down. In one pull, he has them down around my ankles like a shackle.
I’m vulnerable and exposed to him—and anyone who dares wander into the alley for a breath of fresh air or a smoke. Fuck me, that only makes this hotter.
One of his calloused palms lands on my ass, a light caress over my heated skin. “Spread your legs as wide as you can,” he commands.
I do my best, my leggings stretched to the max restricting my movement.
“So perfect, lastochka.” One of his thick fingers slips inside of me.
I can’t help but bite out a curse because, Lord help me, it fills me to perfection. But as quickly as it entered me, he pulls his finger out, leaving me wet and restless, and desperate for more of his touch.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” His voice is a husky growl.
I huff out a laugh, my cheeks on fire. “I have an idea,” I say, trying not to sound too hopeful. I arch my ass back flush with his hard cock.
He pulls back with a grunt. An unexpected, harsh slap to my pussy jolts my thoughts apart. The sensation sizzles in my bloodstream like a shot of adrenaline.
“What was that for?” I cry out.
“That was for disobeying me. Tricking my men, sneaking out, putting yourself in danger.” He sucks my earlobe into his mouth and gives it a tug with his teeth. “Now, I’m going to give you pleasure. Be a good girl. Keep your hands glued to the wall”— he presses down again between my shoulder blades — “and your tits pressed against the rough brick. Keep your ass out, presented to me like this.”
A low, needy groan slips between my lips in anticipation of his touch. I’m probably working through some messed-up trauma right now, with the man I thought was my aunt’s killer. But messed up or not, it feels good. It feels cathartic.
Without hesitation, his powerful hand lands on my backside again, and this time I jerk forward, finding pleasure in my breasts grating against the brick. I’m desperate to feel the same type of friction between my legs.
“You’re so much fucking trouble, and have been from the moment you stepped foot in my home,” he hisses in my ear.
“You mean, from the moment you abducted me and held me prisoner?” I sass back.
It earns me another slap on my clit, and a sharp tug on one of my braids before he uses it to guide my head back and to the side, taking a deep inhale of my scent as he trails his nose down my neck.
“I need to taste you so fucking bad. I’ve wanted to suck your clit into my mouth for so long.” He almost sounds pained, like I’ve hurt him in some way.
But I’m hurting too. My clit is hard and tense, desperate for release only he can provide. His mouth trails from my neck, down my back, and then… Whoa, I wasn't expecting himthere,coasting over my most private hole. I clench on instinct, and he chuckles.
“It’s okay, lastochka. Only a taste. I won’t lick your ass properly until you’re ready to take my cock here.” A finger trails up and circles my puckered hole.
I stop him with a strangled sob. “Maxim,” I plead, “I can’t.”
“You can, baby, when the time is right.”
He doesn’t give me any room to question what’s coming next. Two hands grip both sides of my hips and I’m bent over further, my cheek against the wall while Maxim kneels behind me.
Holy shit, I’m spread as wide as I can go, so vulnerable right now. My feet are shackled by my leggings, my shirt and bra above my tits. If someone found us right now, we’d certainly make a lewd tableau—me bent over and exposed to him. Maxim looking like a Roman gladiator, half-dressed and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, his mouth inches from the apex of my thighs. So close, I can feel his hot breath coast over my delicate flesh.
Grabbing hold of each of my ass cheeks, he spreads me wide and swirls his tongue over my opening. I gasp at the foreign sensation. I’m no virgin—I’ve had plenty of one-night stands and hook-ups—but no one has gone down on me properly. There were some feeble drunken attempts that ended up feeling more awkward than satisfying, and I quickly put a stop to it, preferring penetration than having my labia licked because all of the men I’ve been with seemed confused as to the location of my clit.
Not Maxim.Shit, not Maxim.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
