“Please,” she begs, her plush lip whitening where teeth bite down.
I tug it free and squeeze her ass. “Ride.”
Her lashes flutter, and for half a second, she hesitates. But then her hips roll slowly like she’s teasing me back for making her wait.
“Faster.”
She grinds down again, dragging that soaked little pussy over the length of my cock through the fabric like it’s not enough. Because it isn’t. Not for either of us. She’s wet enough to stain my pants, breath breaking in short pants as her hands brace on my shoulders and she moves exactly how I told her to.
“You need more, don’t you?”
A soft whimper slips out as she nods, eyes glazed.
“You feel that ache inside you?” I groan, my mouth at her throat. “That’s mine now.”
Nails bite into my skin, sharp little crescents, and she rides harder, chasing the edge. Her nipples brush my chest, silver bars catching the light, taunting me with every bounce.
I lean forward and take one into my mouth, tongue tracing the bar until she gasps.
“Fuck…Maksim?—”
She’s trembling now, thighs clenching around me, breath catching in my ear. She’s close—so fucking close.
“Keep going,” I growl against her skin. “Use me. Take what you need.”
She fucking gives it to me. No hesitation. No fear. Just raw, desperate need.
And it does something to me.
I’ve killed men without blinking, led operations, made deals sealed in blood, but I’ve never once lost control.
But this woman grinding on my cock with her tits bare and her eyes blazing, she unravels me.
Every twist of her hips, every broken moan that slips past those pretty lips, makes it harder to breathe. I’m aching to tear my zipper down and sink inside her. To ruin her for anyone else so completely that even the memory of another man makes her laugh.
I want to mark her. Not just physically. Not just bruises and bite marks and the way my hands fit around her throat. No, I want it deeper. I want to claim the places no one sees. The soft parts, the hidden ones, and the parts she’s never trusted another man with.
Valentina rolls again, harder, wetter, and I nearly lose it. My grip tightens, and I feel her losing it for me.Becauseof me.
And all I can think is…
Mine.
She has no idea what she’s done. No fucking clue that the second she opened this door, she sealed her fate. She’s mine now. And I’ll burn it all down, scorch everything I’ve built to keep it that way.
I grab her jaw and force her to meet my eyes.
“You gonna come all over my cock like a good girl?”
She nods, breathless.
“Do it. Drip for me. Right fucking now.”
Two more strokes and she comes apart, my name falling from her lips as I hold her steady, guiding her through every tremor until she’s spent and trembling in my arms.
And fuck, I want more. I want to drag her down, tear my pants open, and sink into her until she forgets her own name.
“Yeah…that’s it,” I growl against her throat, feeling the sweat on her skin. “You come so fucking pretty.”
