His fingers tighten around my throat, and I smile, biting my lip as I watch him lose himself.
He thrusts deeper into me, his eyes flaring, his jaw clenching as his cock buries all the way inside me and my pussy pulses around him.
Yulian doesn’t move. He lets himself throb inside me. Each minute flicker of his cock sends a ripple through me and makes me wetter than before.
When he does slowly pull back, I’m struggling to breathe.
He shoves forward again, slamming into me, spreading my pussy open and filling me up.
Yulian loses control in that moment. One hand tightens around my throat and his other around my waist. His fingers dig into my skin as he begins to fuck me with savage force. Over and over again, his cock penetrates me, pushing deep inside me, a dance of pleasure and desire. A wildness that is spilling from both of us as I moan and gasp with each thrust.
He tugs me closer to the edge of the desk, grinding himself into me. Each rocking movement rubs the base of his cock against my clit, and it’s making me lose my mind.
“Eyes open, Kitten. I want to see those beautiful turquoise pools when you come. I want to watch you lose yourself with my cock inside you.” His voice is so commanding, so intimidating, that I don’t dare disobey him.
He grinds harder, moving from side to side, rubbing himself over me while his cock moves inside me.
I can’t take it anymore.
It’s too much. It’s too intense.
My body spasms as bolts of lightning shoot through me. Wave after wave, the orgasm steals my breath and my thoughts. It leaves me gasping and glittering with perspiration.
Yulian watches me with dark eyes, locked onto me.
When my orgasm ends, his begins, and he fucks me hard until it’s over.
Before he pulls out of me, he kisses me. The kiss is what makes me question everything. But I deny it. Tuck the thought away. Pretend I’ve misunderstood.
This is just sex. Nothing else. Nothing more. It was a passionate encounter. An unrestrained moment of pleasure.
Just sex.
Shaken by the kiss and how incredible it was to be with him, I slide off the edge of the workbench and giggle nervously as I straighten my dress. “I should get back to work,” I say, redirecting the entire moment to avoid the awkwardness that he doesn’t seem aware of.
“Go for it. I’m going to be working on a few things here, then I’ll give you a ride home later. We can stop and grab takeout on the way,” he smiles, tugging his pants closed.
Dammit, he’s sexy. His hair is tousled, wild and messy. His face is glowing, and that smile…fuck…that smile is incredible.
To my surprise, once he’s dressed and straightened out, he steps close to me and kisses me again. He doesn’t say anything when he smiles at me afterwards, but his eyes are speaking to me. I can’t help smiling, too.
It was just sex, Katerina. He’s in the afterglow of how good it was. You are, too. That’s all.
***
It took me a week to make his suit. And holy shit, it looks so damn good on him, I want to scream when we walk into the gala, and he’s wearing my design.
I made myself a dress to complement his suit. It’s a tight-fitting design in black with neon orange edging and grey geometric panels around my waist. I feel sexy, bold, and high fashion.
Yulian has his head held high and a confident smile on his face. I notice how many people are looking at us. He has this way of acting like he doesn’t notice, even though I know he sees everything with those sharp eyes.
“Wow, bro, that’s one hell of a suit. Fuck me, it looks good,” Arkady walks over us, taking in the sight of his brother.
“Katerina designed it. It’s fucking great, hey?” he says proudly, pulling me close.
“Are you serious? You made this?” Arkady stammers.
“She made it, but she’s designing under the name Kat Lake. So if anyone asks, that’s brand,” Yulian says.
