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“Good.” He strokes my neck and surveys me with hot eyes. “Now, where was I? Ah, yes.” He squeezes my nipples between his fingers and slaps my breasts, and I moan in response. I asked to be ravaged, and that’s what I’m getting, and it’s so good. So shockingly good. “I was about to do this.”
He kneels in front of me, his fingers parting my folds. He stares at my naked pussy long enough that I squirm with embarrassment, something that earns me a hard slap on my thigh. Then he dips his head and licks me. “So fucking wet,” he growls. “So wet, and we’ve only just started.” He looks up at me. “You’re allowed to scream.”
That’s awfully cocky of you,I want to respond. And then he bends his head to my pussy again, and I realize that he might be cocky, but he’s got reason to be. His tongue circles my swollen clit before sucking it between his teeth. He thrusts one finger inside my slick wetness and quickly adds another. Hot arousal knifes through me as he fucks me with his fingers, hard enough to make me gasp.
A haze of lust envelops me. Andrei’s mouth plunders my pussy, his tongue dancing over my clit, his fingers slamming deep inside of me. My muscles tremble and quiver as my orgasm hurtles toward me, an impossible storm that threatens to tear me apart. “Andrei, please,” I moan through the gag, my words garbled. It’s too much, and I can’t bear it. I try to clamp my legs together, but the cuffs hold me open for him. “I can’t.” I shiver and shake, every nerve ending in my body on fire.
“Yes, you can.” He adds a third finger, and the painful stretch is the push that sends me over the edge. Shock waves hurtle up my spine, and I explode with a scream.
He doesn’t let up. He keeps fucking me with his fingers, hard, bruising thrusts that unlock something raw and primal in me. My muscles clamp down on him as I shudder and shiver to another climax.
Even then, he doesn’t stop. He keeps licking me until I can’t bear it. Until his touch feels more painful than pleasurable. “Yellow,” I cry out.
He pulls his mouth and fingers off me at once and removes my panties from my mouth. “Too much?”
“I can’t come anymore.” I take a deep breath to calm myself. “I’m too sensitive.”
“You want to stop?” He strokes my arm, his touch light. “Should I untie you?”
I shake my head. “No.” I can see the outline of his erection straining against his trousers, and it sends a burst of fresh heat through me. “I want to suck your cock.”
A dangerous light glitters in his eyes. “If you want something, lisichka,” he says warningly, “you should ask nicely.” He grips my breasts roughly and bites down on my nipples, hard enough to make me gasp. I have to grit my teeth to keep from begging for more.
“Please, may I suck your cock, Andrei?”
“Better.” He unbuckles his belt and unzips his trousers. His cock jumps out, long, thick, and hard, and I swallow in consternation. Andrei’s exceedingly well-endowed. There’s no way he’s going to fit.
And I have no time to freak out about it because he’s pressing his head against my lips. I open my mouth and take him in, and he throws his head back with a groan. “Oh, fuck yes,” he grits out. “Take it all the way; that’s my good girl.”
The ragged edge in his voice sends a thrill through me. I open wider, and he slides in, hitting the back of my throat. He pulls out and pushes in again, going a little deeper this time, and tied down as I am, there’s not a thing I can do to stop it.
Not that I want to. I asked Andrei to ravage me. I told him not to take it easy on me. This is exactly what I want,who I want.
“Ah, lisichka,” he groans. His hand cups my cheek possessively, and he holds my gaze in his. His eyes are hot, his breathing uneven. “You make me come undone.”
He thrusts into my mouth again. His hands play with my nipples and my clit, and I sob my pleasure around his thick shaft. He’s fucking my face now, his strokes deep and urgent. Tears leak from my eyes, and drool falls from my mouth. It’s dirty and hot, raw and perfect.
“If you don’t want to swallow,” he says, sounding like he’s hanging onto control by the thinnest thread, “Now’s the time to say something.” He pulls out my mouth so I can speak, but I keep defiantly silent. His eyes flare with heat, and his lips curve into a twisted smile. “Such a good girl, Mirabella,” he says. “So deliciously proper on the outside, but inside, so wonderfully kinky.”
He thrusts again and erupts in my mouth. I swallow his cum, feeling oddly wistful as I do so. That was. . . that was everything I thought sex could be and more.
And it was with a man I can never be with.
“Untie me?”
He does. I don’t meet his eyes as I get to my feet and stretch the slight stiffness away. “Mirabella,” he says, that damn caress in his voice again. “Talk to me, lisichka. If you regret this?—”
“I don’t.” If I’m to keep the fallout from my father’s betrayal from taking down my entire family, my attention cannot be on sex. It must be on more weighty matters.
This hour with Andrei Sidorov has been the best hour of my life, but the bratva prince is dangerous to my peace of mind. I reach for my bra and put it on. I look around for my panties, but they are nowhere to be seen, so I give up and slip the dress over my shoulders. “This was a one-time thing, Andrei. We both know there’s no future here. The Caruso and Sidorov families are at war, and as you said yourself, you enjoy playing the field too much for anything else.”
He doesn’t respond for a long moment, and then he shrugs, an elegant movement of his shoulders. “You’re right, of course. Forgive me. I’m Russian. Sex makes me sentimental.” He gets dressed, too, which, in his case, just involves zipping up his pants and buckling his belt. He kisses my cheek. “Until next year, Mira.”
CHAPTER4
MIRA
The next year, Antonio doesn’t schedule poker on Valentine’s Day. “His new wife would kill him,” Gabriel jokes as we take our seats around the table. “Or steal something valuable from him in revenge.”
