I watch as she slips her hand underneath the purple material and a moment later, she moans around my cock, sending shivers down my body and I fist them over the leather seats not to messher hair. Fuck, but I want to mess her hair. I want to slam that mouth over my cock deep and hard, choking her with me.
I thrust into her mouth, and she moans again.
“Yes, slide those fingers over your clit.”
“I-I need more,” she wheezes around my length, sucking me hard and fast, her spit flowing down my balls.
“You need my cock, don’t you, malysh? You need me to fill you up?”
“Mm-hmm,” she hums.
“Later, I’ll fuck every inch of you, later. For now, be a good fucking girl and come as I feed you my cum.”
A loud moan escapes her throat as she convulses in front of me, her body buzzing with her climax, and it sends me straight to heaven as I spill inside her mouth.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I groan as my thrusts slow, my cock slowly softening as Aurora gets up, swallowing my seed.
The fucker who can’t get enough of her, twitches at the sight. And then as my post-sex haze slowly lifts, I wince.
“What?” Aurora asks. “You didn’t touch my hair, did you?”
“Um, no. But your makeup…”
Those green eyes widen as she scrambles off the floor and opens the mirror on the ceiling.
“Oh my God!” she shouts. “I’m going to kill you! And what are you smiling about?”
“You look freshly fucked. By me.”
Aurora takes a deep, steadying breath before she turns her murderous gaze back to me. “I swear to God, you’re a dead—”
“Vitalik, stop at the nearest hotel that is not the dinner venue,” I say into my phone, breaking her murderous rant.
Thirty minutes later, we pull up to the Ritz, Aurora’s makeup once again immaculate, but the scent of me is imprinted into her skin and I take deep, animalistic pleasure from the fact.
Our driver stops and while the concierge runs to open the door, I take a steadying breath before I reenter the world I despise with my whole heart. The viper’s den.
“It’s not too late to go home.”
“Would you stop? What’s the worst thing that can happen?” she asks with a playful eye roll.
A lot. A lot of horrible things can happen when you’re surrounded by the Minaev family and our secrets.
“Aurora, whatever you see or hear tonight, don’t take it personally, okay? This is not the place for that.”
She nods, a glimmer of fear in her eyes.
I won’t admit it to her, but I didn’t want Aurora to come tonight for my own selfish reasons. I wanted to keep her as far away from my secrets and our shared past she isn’t aware of forever. Sure, that makes me an asshole but I’m fine with that if it means she remains mine.
I’m still determined to do just that.
Aurora doesn’t remember much from that fateful night, and I don’t think anyone here is going to bring it up, but I’d still prefer to stay home, with our son.
Emett wasn’t too impressed with us leaving him behind, but Stella promised to take him to an Outlaws game and that made up for it.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell the driver to leave when the door opens and I have to step out, donning my Minaev heir mask on as I extended my hand over to Aurora who immediately draws closer to me because there is no escaping the chill that my family gives you even from simply being near.
The ballroom is brimming with people, opulence, and riches but still somehow manages to remain beautiful and clean.
