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My lips parted in a silent scream as he thrust his finger into me again, adding a second and making me feel in a way I had never felt before. He strummed his thumb over my clit, wetness pooled, and I could hardly take it anymore.
“I didn’t …I haven’t”.
I dug my nails into his arms, pleasure shot up my spine, as he kept massaging my insides.
His gaze fell on the point where his finger and my sex met. “You've never done this before, have you?” He looked at me again, I only shook my head.
And then he suddenly pulled out his fingers, leaving me breathless and already missing his touch. He pressed his hard, thick shaft against my entrance and rumbled into my neck. “I’ll be gentle.”
I wasn’t sure which waves I was riding: The incredible softness in his voice or the feeling of him thrusting deep inside me, thrusting with a tantalizing speed and gentleness, as he had promised. I wanted his fullness buried inside me and lifted my hips and matched his rhythm.
Our breaths mingled, our skin burned, and I wanted it all. We didn’t even bother with the rest of our clothes, and I felt a strange satisfaction just being with him like this. Slow kisses became rough, and soon after sloppy. I clutched his shirt with one hand, the other still digging into his arm, as I felt the tide coming in. I was about to climax and judging by the look on his face, he was too.
My body quivered every time his thick cock dragged against my soaking wet walls, thrusting harder and harder.
“Fuuuck.” He groaned long and deep.
I tensed, clutched his cock, and release swept over me while fireworks exploded behind my eyes. A short time later, he collapsed on top of me. We were both breathing as if we had run a marathon, and I could hear the soft beating of his heart against my chest. He closed his eyes, and it was my turn to study him.
I heard myself ask, “Why do you taste like cherry?”
“I like cake,” was all he said with a soft growl.
His fingers twirled strands of my hair as I rested my head on his shoulders. The answer to the cake made no sense, but neither did any of this. Not that we lay there half-naked and panting after the most indescribable and only sex experience I’d ever had, nor that I saw his lips twist into a crooked smile.
“You have a lot to learn, Moy malen’kiy golub’ [my little dove].” He got off the bed, grabbing his jeans from the floor when he said, “And I’m going to teach you. Next time, I promise, I’ll make you scream my fucking name.”
I felt the heat creeping into my cheeks and dropped back onto the bed after the door had closed behind him. My emotions were a mess and I wondered how I had come to have sex with my captor. As for my awkward silence and insecurity, he was right; I needed some lessons. But he was wrong about one thing: he didn’t let me forget for long.
As I stared at the ceiling, I saw Anton’s lifeless eyes looking back at me.
Chapter 8 - Viktor
My cell phone buzzed on the table, and I picked it up.
The smile on my face widened when I saw the identity of the caller. I turned the chair so that I was facing the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, crossed one leg over the other, and stuck the Air Pods in my ears. I threw a stress ball into the air and squeezed. “Look who finally decided to call. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten all about her, you know, because you're such a horrible father Who leaves their most prized possession in the care of a fucking weakling? And what took you so long?”
He growled on the other end of the line, and I heard the firing of a gun at close range. Knowing Cian, his rage was unbridled, and whoever was standing next to him while he made that call had either an arm or a leg to lose. Everyone except the damn blonde, fucking Prince Charming. He could hurt any other fucking Irish wanker, but if it came to Declan, he’d take his finger off the trigger without hesitation. Another shot and a loud thud on a table re-echoed through the Air Pods.
“You fucking—”
“Lunatic? Bastard? Monster?” I threw the ball up and laughed as loud as I could, only to set his fucking teeth on edge. He groaned, but I wasn’t satisfied yet. What I wanted was to drive his blood pressure up until he was gasping for air and choking on his spit. “I know them all, O’Sullivan, and honestly, I think you could be a little more creative.”
Her voice came back to me, reminding me of a very specific insult she’d dished at me a year ago. It’s clear your boss lacks creativity. For what it was worth, I thought her father lacked creativity too. The repeated insults had become quite fucking boring.
“You think this is funny, don’t you?”
“Is it not?”.
“I swear, Voronin-Varkov if you’ve touched a strand on my daughter’s head...”
I grinned. The old bag would freak if he found out I'd let more than a strand of her soft hair slide through my fingers last night.
“If you’ve harmed her in any way, I will make you pay.”
The sound of my laughter ricocheted off the walls and made him fire another shot from his gun. Harm her? On the contrary, we had a lot of fun. I would have given anything to see the look on his face when he found out I'd taken his daughter’s virginity.
I squeezed the stress ball tightly to relieve some of my tension.
