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And probably my soul.
Chapter Ten
Kirill
Did she just call me a dick?
I fucking love it!
Doesn’t mean she’s going to get away with it. Shifting away slightly, I press down on her shoulder until she’s on her back, looking up at me.
“That is not a good start to the arrangement,” I tell her. She licks her lips. They’re bee-stung; plump and pink after I kissed her, and maybe a little from the stubble on my jawline. After her initial reluctance, she’d responded with such enthusiasm it had surprised me.
A pleasant surprise.
And one I intend to fully explore.
But first, she needs to understand exactly who wields the power here.
“I don’t remember agreeing to any arrangement.” She looks at me from beneath lowered lashes. Her cheeks are still flushed, the color spreading down her pretty tits. As I trail a look down, her nipples begin to pucker again.
“You don’t have to say you agree. Your body is already telling me everything I need to know.” I lower my head to take a tight nipple into my mouth and she gasps. When I raise my head, her pupils are blown, her dark eyes almost the color of midnight.
“That’s not fair.” She pushes at me slightly but it’s a half-hearted gesture. I flick my tongue over her other nipple and the tiny hairs on her skin rise.
“The world is not fair.” I blow on her nipple and she shivers, arching up toward me. I pull away and she groans.
“You’re a total dick!” she repeats.
“There’s that word again.” I grasp her jaw in one hand and hold her face firmly to look at me. “You overstep, Ptichka. That’s not a good idea.” I’m lying. It’s the best idea, because it gives me a reason to show her what she can and can’t get away with. “Now, what did I tell you?” I cup her breast, my thumb teasing her nipple.
She huffs out a breath, making it seem like she’s finally giving in. When she replies, her voice rasps. “That I have to follow your rules.”
“And?” My hand trails lower until I’m cupping her mound.
“Escape is… futile.” Her breath catches. It stops completely when I run a featherlight touch over her clit.
“What else?” I can almost feel the little nub throbbing beneath my fingertip. It’s matched by the throb in my cock, which has suddenly perked up again.
“I… um… I’ll learn the ways of the Bratva,” she says in a rush, her hips bucking up when I withdraw the pressure on her clit. “Ohh… fuck!”
“You are not done yet. What else?”
There’s a moment of confusion, her eyes slightly glazed as I circle her clit then slide my finger between her slick lips. She’s still dripping wet, a delicious mess that I’m tempted to taste once again.
“That I can’t go somewhere. I don’t know,” she answers quickly before giving a low moan. The wet sounds of my fingers in her cunt are underscored by her rapidly rising breathing. When I stop yet again, she mewls.
“Where can’t you go, Ptichka?” I growl, keeping my fingers inside her.
“Don’t stop, you bastard!” she demands so violently, that it seems like it shocks her. But I’m not going to let it slip. I need to know she understood me.
“Where can’t you go?” I repeat.
“Fuck… the East Wing! I can’t go to the East Wing!” She moans, pressing her core against me, urging me to move my fingers inside her. Lucky for her, I’m just getting started.
“And you will stop calling me a dick. Unless you want me to show you what one looks like again.” I take her hand and guide it down to where my cock is now jutting firmly.
Blyad.
