I exhale slowly, a low growl escaping, raw and thick with hunger.
Then she steps back, chest heaving. For a moment, she just stares at the camera, a mix of anger and determination on her face.
Finally, she raises her middle finger again, holding it there longer this time.
Something snaps inside me. My cock throbs harder. Demanding attention.
“Goddammit,” I snarl, unzipping my pants. I need a cold shower. Now.
thirty-one
Leonid
As Istorm toward the bathroom, I catch one last glimpse of her on the screen. She’s lounging on the bed now, looking far too pleased with herself.
I slam the door shut with a kick, the noise bouncing off the black-and-white marble walls.
I peel off the tuxedo jacket and toss it aside, quickly following with the vest. Grabbing the waistband of my pants, I yank them down and step out, leaving them crumpled on the ground.
My cock is hard and pulsing with an intensity I’ve never felt before, ready to explode.
I look over to the oversized tub across the room, but I head straight for the glass-enclosed shower.
Fucking need to calm the fuck down.
Stepping under the spray, not bothering to turn the water back to hot, the icy water hits my skin, and I hiss through clenched teeth. But it does nothing to cool the fire in my veins.
That’s when I smell it. A mix of jasmine and sandalwood. Her scent.
“Pizdets,” I growl, slamming the water off.
Suddenly, I’m back in the garage, popping the trunk. Hauling her limp body from the car trunk. Her golden dress revealing all of her curves as her fragrance coated me.
I press my nose into my arm, inhaling deeply. Her scent floods my senses, making my cock twitch.
“You’re a sick piece ofmudak,” I mutter to myself. Ishouldn’tbe this turned on by Red.
Shouldn’tfeel like I want to ram into the room and claim her as mine.
But since when do I get stopped by things Ishouldn’t do?
The thought sends a thrill through me, but I push it away. I’m a fucking Kuznetsov. I take what I want when I want it.
But there are lines even I won’t cross.
I’m a bad human, but I’m sure as hell not a rapist.
She must be willing, just like five years ago.
I take another hard sniff of her scent on my skin, closing my eyes as I grab my cock with my right hand.
I grunt at the contact.
Turning the shower back on, I adjust it to warm. The streaming water wets my hair and entire body. The warmth relaxes my muscles but does nothing for my rock-hard cock.
I start pumping myself, the water making everything slippery. A groan escapes me. “Suka, this feels too good.”
In my mind, I see her in that golden dress, prowling around my playroom. A room I’d built thinking I’d enjoy some female company there, but never used.
