I wiggle and grab the armrests, trying to behave, but it’s so hard. I’m so hard.
“Help,” I whisper, and Georgiy lets out a small, dark chuckle.
“The only help you’ll get is when I’m finally satisfied you learned your lesson.”
I moan, my head rolling back as I continue to watch him stroke himself. I want to slide between his legs and drink him down, but he won’t let me.
“Please,” I whisper, my dick throbbing. “Please. I’ll be good.”
He cocks his head and then stops touching himself. A bead of precum sits on the tip of him, and I want to lean forward and lick it off. My tongue peeks out and wets my lips. He sees it, his cheeks turning a darker shade of red.
It’s the one thing that gives him away. He wants this too. He’s struggling as well.
That thought stirs lust within me. I shiver and shake, my hips arching up into the air, meeting no resistance, meeting no friction. It’s painful. Horrific.
“Come here,” he finally says after what feels like hours.
I unbuckle so quickly that I snap my finger in the metal clasp and yelp. Georgiy leans forward and brings my hand to his mouth, kissing it softly.
“Careful.”
“I need you” is all I can respond.
His eyes meet mine, and then he pushes me to the floor, my head clasped in his hands. And he fucks my face. It’s brutal,feral, an unhinged possession. I gag and choke, my fingers holding onto his thighs as I swallow him down.
When he comes, it’s rough, pouring down my throat and into my stomach. I choke on it, some of his mess sliding down my chin and my neck.
I don’t even care, just stare up at him as he strokes my head.
“Get back in your seat.”
On unsteady legs, I move back toward the chair opposite him, but he stops me with a grip on my waist.
“This one,” he tells me, bringing me over to the seat next to him. I slide into it and rest my head in his lap, his soft cock going into my mouth. I suck on it, happily sighing as his hand wraps around my dick once more, stroking me softly until we arrive home.
It’s only then that he lets me come.
Right when we’re landing.
I make a mess, as usual, and when I step from the plane, I’m naked and wrapped in his suit jacket.
When we arrive home, Viktor winks at me, and Kit gives me a thumbs up. They all know I got some on the way here, and I can’t help but puff up like a peacock as I walk toward the house. Georgiy is mine, and he’s wearing my ring. And in turn, I’m wearing his cum. It sits in my belly and is sticking to my skin.
Le sigh.
Everything is so good, despite some of the recent findings about my past and how nonexistent it is, life is good.
Nothing can go wrong. Nothing. Not when I have Georgiy by my side and my dick in his hand.
I’m in the shower while Georgiy meets with Anthony, giving him the update on what we found out, when things go sideways. As I turn off the shower, I hear it.Pop. Pop. Pop.
Gunshots in quick succession.
My heart rate picks up, and I rush out of the bathroom, throwing on a pair of boxers that are lying discarded on the floor. I don’t know whose they are. But I don’t care. The sounds of the gunshots continue, and I suddenly worry for everyone. For Georgiy, Anthony, and Agatha. Oh fuck. Where are they? Are they safe?
I grab a knife from one of my hiding spots behind a hallway picture, toppling it to the ground, glass shattering as it goes. No time to care, I just charge forward. In the distance, behind the landing leading to the stairs, I see Jax crouching down, his gun out. He sees me and waves me over.
“What’s going on?” I ask, skidding to a stop near him.
