“Fuck this,” she hisses, hiking up her dress.
I expect a kick, a knee to the groin. What I don’t expect is for her to wrap her legs around my waist, using the leverage to flip us around. Suddenly, I’m the one with my back to the floor, and she’s grinding down on me, her heat pressing against my straining cock.
I groan, my hands gripping her hips. “You’re playing a dangerous game,myshka.”
She leans in close, her lips brushing my ear. “But you love the danger, don’t you,Pakhan?”
She’s right. I fucking do. And right now, all I want is to see her face or to fuck her; I am not sure anymore. But one thing’s for sure: I know I’m not going to let this woman sneak out on me again.
I let one hand slide up her back, tangling in her hair. She tenses but doesn’t stop me as I grip the edge of her mask. At the same moment, I feel her fingers at my own mask, ready to reveal me, too.
In a single, swift motion, we both tear off each other’s masks. For a moment, we just stare at each other, drinking in the sight we’ve both been denied for so long.
Fuck.
She’s stunning.
No, she’s fucking gorgeous.
My brain just snaps. She’s brutally, painfully gorgeous.
She’s out of this damn world.
High cheekbones, full lips, a tiny scar above her eyebrow.
But it’s her dead stare that stops my heart.
Those icy blue eyes are like a frozen sea, and I can tell she’s imagining stabbing me over and over in her head.
Even in this mess, my cock is so hard; it remembersRed.
It wants her tight, juicy cunt. More than ever.
Before I can respond, the door bursts open. Maksim rushes in, his gun drawn. “Pakhan, there’s been an incident in the Ladies—”
He stops short, taking in our position, the discarded masks. I can only imagine what we look like, her dress hiked up around her waist, my hands on her ass.
“Wait…” she whispers. “This can’t be…you have brown eyes.” Her voice is shaking as she stares at my face like she’s seeing a ghost.
twenty-five
Clara
I'm wetter than a damn rainforest down there.
Really, Clara?Way to keep it classy. My nethers are practically singing the Hallelujah Chorus at the first hard cock they’ve come across in five long years.
Congratulations, you’re the lucky winner!I think wryly as I stare down at Leonid beneath me.Claim your prize—one (1) hot, ready, and oh-so-willing baby cannon. Batteries not included.
It’s almost funny, in a twisted sort of way. Here I am, straddling my mortal enemy, and all I can think about is riding him like a frontrunner at the Kentucky Derby.
Motherhood has clearly done wonders for my priorities.
But can you blame me? Between midnight feedings, diaper changes, and spit-up stains, my vagina has been drier than theSahara. The only action I’ve gotten lately is from my trusty vibrator, and even that’s collecting dust bunnies under the bed.
Now, with Leonid’s rock-hard erection pressing against my aching core, my body is coming alive in ways I forgot were possible. It’s like every nerve ending is standing at attention, ready and eager to surrender to this man’s touch.
Down, girl,I mentally chastise myself, even as I feel a fresh gush of arousal flood my already soaked panties.
