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She didn’t even know what effect she had on me. It always felt like a damn rollercoaster ride with her: hot and cold, sweet, and bitter. I got everything and nothing at all.
I buried my face in her hair, closed my eyes, and kissed her cheeks. Her scent was like a drug; a drug I wanted to become addicted to. “You are so fucking beautiful, my little dove,” I murmured in Russian.
She brushed her cheek over my beard and made a soft, little noise, pressing herself against my hardness. The sound drove me to the edge and my nails dug deeper into her thighs. “I … I wasn’t …last night wasn’t that great for you,” she said, releasing a small sigh.
I pulled my head back and raised her chin, so her eyes met mine. “That’s why you came here, to apologize for being inexperienced?”
When she was flustered, it was the cutest thing. “Maybe.” Her slender fingers went into my hair, and I nibbled on her neck. “You said you will teach me. I ... I want to learn.”
The corners of my mouth ticked upward, and I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. I cupped her ass cheeks and squeezed hard like I had done with the stress ball. They were so soft, so full, and fit perfectly in my palms. “You want to learn what?”
I ran my fingers through the waistband of her panties and slipped a finger inside. My jaw clenched. She was already so fucking wet. I rubbed her clit and her grip on my neck tightened.
“Oh, shit ...”
Her back arched against the edge of the desk and her breasts pressed against me through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. Impatiently, I held one hand between her legs and pulled the flimsy fabric off with the other. She wasn't wearing a bra. Goose bumps covered her skin and her hard nipples looked fucking inviting. I bent my head and took one in my mouth, sucking and teasing it.
Her head fell back, and a gasp escaped her lips. She tried to ride my fingers, but I kept my hand still.
“That’s not an answer, sweetie.” I kissed her chest and teased the other nipple. “What do you want to learn?”
“A lot.” I drove one finger inside her. “About you ...”
“Wrong answer.” I slipped another finger inside her and she gasped even louder.
“I want to learn...” she rode my fingers, going up and down with increasing speed. “I want to learn how to ... how to ...”
Adding another finger, a tiny shriek escaped her throat and I thrust, matching the speed of her hips. “Viktor ...”
Shit!
Hearing my name moaned from her pretty mouth threatened to drive me insane. It took everything I had not to lay her on the table, face down and ass up, and fuck her as hard as I was dying to.
“...we can’t do this here.”
I gritted my teeth. The swelling in my pants ached and watching her get off on my hand was torture. “No one fucking tells me what to do.”
“Ah—but your men ... what if they hear us?”
I cut her off with my lips to hers and she kissed me with more fervor than I had expected. Our tongues battled and I overpowered her with fierce determination; tasting every inch of her just the way I wanted to. She melted in my arms, moving her hips in an insanely slow motion, like a sensual dance she had choreographed. I increased the tempo, pushed her down, and finger-fucked my way deeper into her.
Her thighs clenched around my fingers and her body tensed as her warm moisture dripped over my hand. Her body fell limply on mine, her chest rose and fell, and she kissed my ear.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered and that threw me off-guard.
“What?”
A sharp sting traveled from my thigh to my brain and my eyes fell on the white syringe sticking out above my knee. Black spots appeared and my vision became blurred. It felt like I was being pulled under a thick cloak of darkness. I opened my mouth and tried to speak, but my speech was slurred. I laughed and she sniffled. I snorted. There was no way she was fucking crying after literally stabbing me in the fucking thigh.
“I had to use it ...” Her voice sounded like an echo as she got off my legs and stooped to pick up her T-shirt. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to do this. But I have to do it. I can no longer accept that I'm a burden to my father, and I can’t pretend that I’m okay with the blood on my hands. I have to fix this myself...”
I heard the jingling of keys, which she grabbed from the table, and the quiet retreating of feet on the carpet toward the door. She was running away. Fuck! I tried to keep my eyes open long enough to see the look of regret on her face before she turned her back on me.
“I’m sorry it had to be this way. I’m so sorry.”
My eyelids grew too heavy, they snapped shut, and I heard the soft click of the door.
Chapter 9 - Ava
