But there’s something about her… something familiar. Even with that mask obscuring the top half of her face, I’d swear I’ve seen this woman before.
I rack my brain trying to place her, but I keep getting distracted by that goddamn dress molded to her body like a second skin. Whoever this bitch is, she’s throwing me off my game.
The armed asshole disappears into a room, and Little Miss Cock Tease follows right after, the door slamming shut behind them.
I’m about to bust in there and get some fucking answers when Maksim grabs my arm.
“Patience, boss,” he warns under his breath. “We don’t know what we’re walking into. Could be a fucking trap.”
I clench my fists, every instinct screaming at me to burst through that door and take control of the situation. But Maksim’s right. Storming in half-cocked is a good way to wind up dead.
“Fine,” I growl, shaking off his grip. “But I want eyes on that room. I want to know exactly who Little Red Riding Cock is meeting with and what the fuck they’re up to.”
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Leonid
I'm dead serious about finding out who the fuck runs this joint.
But my cock has other ideas, itching to be inside Little Red Riding Cock’s tight little cunt.
Blyat, that’s a goddamn problem.
I’m seconds away from saying, “fuck the mission,” and chasing after her when Maksim materializes at my side.
Because right now, the last thing I need is to draw attention to myself. Everyone’s too busy fucking and sucking, lost in their own depraved little worlds.Suka! That’s exactly how I want it. With Red.
I’m rock hard, and all I can think of is Little Red Riding Cock standing at the perch on the balcony. A fucking goddess.
“Down boy,” I sneer at my cock.
As if sensing my gaze, she turns.
The way our eyes lock, the club’s dim lights casting shadows over her face. Her stare is fierce, challenging, daring me to come over.
Chert voz’mi, I want to.
I want to stalk over there, wrap my fist in that glorious mane of hair, and yank her head back to crush my mouth against hers. Want to rip that flimsy dress to shreds and put my hands and mouth all over her, map every inch of that lush body with my tongue until she’s writhing against me.
I imagine bending her over the railing, spreading her wide, and sinking into her balls-deep in one hard thrust. Pounding into her tight, wet heat while she moans and screams for all the club to hear, not giving a fuck who sees us.
I grit my teeth hard enough to crack molars, fighting to get myself under control. I can’t let this little cock tease throw me off my game. There’s too much riding on tonight.
Fuck. My body betrays me. I tilt my glass toward her in a mocking salute.
Then she smiles back.Correction, more like she smirks. A predatory twist of her red lips. Like I’m a juicy steak, and she’s a starving lioness ready to pounce.
Blyat, I’ve never been on this end of the hunt before.
My cock’s so fucking hard it could hammer nails, throbbing like a motherfucker. I wanna charge up those stairs and show Ms. Red Riding Cock just what I can do with my tongue.
But some bitch grabs my shoulder before I can make a move.
“Hey, need some company?”
I glance over at a brunette poured into a dress so tight it looks painted on. Tits, ass, dick-sucking lips—the holy trinity. Any other night, I’d already have her bent over the bar.
But now? I barely fucking register her.
