Big mistake.
Yulian takes advantage of my parted legs immediately. He starts playing with my clit under the table, over the fabric of my panties.
Heat floods my cheeks, then lower.
“Well?” he coaxes. “What will it be?”
“I…” I whisper, but my voice cracks when Yulian presses down harder.
“Do you surrender?”
“No,” I grit, then double down.
It’s the wrong move. Yulian’s punishment is instant. He pushes my panties aside and?—
Oh… my…!
I start trembling. My cards scatter all over the table.
Yulian keeps rolling his chips around like nothing’s wrong.
I’ll kill him.Pleasure mounts together with my rage.If Desya doesn’t get him tonight, I swear I fucking will.
I bite down hard on my lower lip. Wetness is spreading now, drenching Yulian’s fingertips and what’s left of my panties. I’ve never been more glad to be wearing black in my life.
I shouldn’t be this sensitive. But it’s been a week of silence, lonely nights, and building pressure. Now, that pressure feels like it’s about to explode right here, in front of every stranger who’s watching our game.
“I…mhh?—”
“Yes?” Yulian teases.
I’m gonna come.
Fuck me, I’m gonna come.
I slam my cards down and pant, “I surrender!”
Yulian stops.
I take the opportunity to stagger upright and stumble over to the ladies’ room. “Asshole,” I curse under my breath. “Fucking asshole?—”
“Is that a request?”
I whip around in the bathroom hallway.
Yulian is right behind me. He’s got a shit-eating smirk on his face, and Jesus H., I have never wanted to break my oath so badly. To marry his smug face with my closed fist.
Instead, I drag him down and kiss him.
It’s angry. Feral. He kisses back with all the intensity he’s capable of, not seeming to mind that I’m practically eating his face.
I pull back to breathe. “That was cheating,” I pant.
“Was it? I thought I was dealing honestly.”
“Not that part.”
His hand slides between the folds of my dress. My pussy’s still drenched, desperate to finish what it didn’t get to. “How about this?”
