But even if I did, I’m not sure I’d change a goddamn thing.
He yanks me back to him. I grip the sheets in my hands, bracing for what’s to come. But I am surprised when he gently runs the tip of his cock over me, teasing the opening before pressing himself inside.
“Fuck,” I let out as he glides in, filling me with hot need, every nerve set on fire.
“Am I too much for you,dorogoya?” he asks as he goes even deeper.
“No,” I gasp.
“Good. Do you want it?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
Ransome’s hips pull back with a slow, smooth glide, and I moan. “Are you going to come for me?” he asks, his voice gravelly.
“Yes,” I nod.
“Yes, what?” he demands, his grip steel on my hips.
“Yes, sir.”
I’m more than ready, but Ransome still waits. He wants something else.
It takes me longer than I care to admit to figure it out.
“Yes, Mr. Rozanov,” I play along.
“That’s a good girl.” I can hear the amusement in his voice, and I almost look back so I can sneak a peek of this newfound smile thing he’s trying out tonight.
But before I can even dare to do it, Ransome drives himself inside me hard and I cry out. He pumps in and out, harder, then more gently, fast and slow, never giving me the benefit of predicting what each thrust will feel like.
“You’re so wet for me,” he growls as I gush around him. “If I had to guess, you’ve been wanting a good fuck for a long time. Waiting for it for a long time. Am I right?”
“You’re not—wrong.” I do my best to answer between thrusts. I get dirty talk, and I even understand why men get off on it. But this man’s dick has me so full I don’t know if there’s much room left for anything else, including the ability to process words.
“Is everything you imagined it would be?”
My lips curl in a smile.
I shouldn’t do it. Now is not the time for dousing the fire. But the temptation is too great.
“What makes you think I’ve imagined this with you?”
Ransome stops.
For a moment I worry he’s going to stop altogether.
But then he flips me over in one fluid motion and crawls on top of me, pinning me to the bed.
“Because I know you,” he says, his voice dangerously low. “I know you better than you know me. I knew you were stalking me,dorogoya.I knew you were obsessed with me. I knew it was more than just detailing my office and my schedule. You were detailing my life.”
I swallow, my eyes locked on his because he won’t allow them to look away.
“You spent time in my penthouse. You went into every room. You learned me. And then, when I left my office door unlocked, you went in there too. You’ve taken pictures, taken notes, stolen glimpses. You watched me jerk off and left little pieces of yourself for me to find.”
“You think I wanted to get caught?” I ask.
Another tick of a smirk. “Youhopedyou’d get caught. But kitten, you have never been in control. I’ve always known. I knew when I hired you that you would want me. Your attentiveness gave that away.”
