Her fingers trembled but obeyed, sliding down to circle her clit, dipping into her wetness with soft moans. She was shy at first, movements jerky, but as pleasure built, she arched, rubbing faster, her other hand pinching a nipple.
"Kirill..." she whimpered, eyes locked on mine, like she needed my approval. It was intoxicating—seeing her so open, so ready to give in because I'd made her happy.
I couldn't hold back anymore. Crawling over her, I positioned myself at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock through her slickness. "You're so wet for me. Ride me, Harper. Get on top and fuck yourself on my cock."
She nodded shyly, that joy turning her into putty—I rolled us so she straddled me, her hands on my chest for balance. She lowered slowly, gasping as she took me in, inch by stretching inch, until she bottomed out, her walls clenching tight around me.
"Move," I urged, hands on her hips but letting her lead. She started rocking, awkward at first—up and down, grinding in circles—but soon found a rhythm, bouncing with growing confidence. Her breasts swayed with each thrust, and I reached up to knead them, thumbs flicking her nipples until she cried out.
"That's it, fuck me harder. Use me to make yourself feel good."
She did, speeding up, her pussy gripping me like a vice, slick sounds filling the room as she chased her release.
I watched her face contort in pleasure, that earlier relief blooming into ecstasy. She was beautiful like this—flushed, wild, completely mine. My hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass, guiding her deeper when she faltered, but mostly letting her take whatshe needed.
"You feel so good, so tight," I groaned, thrusting up to meet her, hitting that spot inside that made her shatter. She came hard, walls pulsing around me, a gush of wetness coating us both, her moans turning to breathless cries.
But I wasn't done. Flipping her onto her back, I drove into her again, slow and deep now, drawing out every sensation.
"Wrap your legs around me," I whispered, and she did, ankles locking at my back, pulling me closer. I kissed her then—soft, warm, tasting the sweetness of her submission.
Our bodies moved together, sweat-slicked and synced, the earlier tension forgotten in this haze of warmth. I built her up again, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in time with my thrusts until she trembled beneath me, coming undone once more.
Finally, with her clenching around me, I let go, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan. We collapsed together, breaths mingling, her head on my chest as I held her close. In that quiet afterglow, with her soft sighs and the way she nuzzled into me, it felt... right. Warm, even. Like maybe this could be more than just a deal.
Chapter Ten
Harper
I didn't wake from that almost dreamlike happiness until morning sunlight burned my eyes.
I shifted, and soreness flooded through me like a tide—my inner thighs, my waist, that ache from being thoroughly used. It didn't hurt. It made me blush. My hand reached instinctively to the space beside me. The sheets were cold.
Kirill was already gone.
Yesterday, I would've felt hollow staring at that empty bed. Not today. I buried my face in his pillow and breathed deep.
He'd said yes to my confession. He wanted me.
I wasn't dreaming, right?
We weren't just a cold contract anymore.
I was Kirill Orlov's wife. Not just on paper. For real.
The thought made me want to roll around on that ridiculously expensive bed, but I didn't have time. I'd made plans to meet Rihanna today.
I took twice as long getting ready. Staring at myself in the mirror, I was surprised to find the woman looking back wasn't so bad anymore. Even those freckles I'd always hated didn't seem so terrible.
I picked a pale yellow dress. A color I never would've worn before—too bright, too noticeable. But today, I wanted to look bright.
I was almost out the door when my phone rang. Rihanna.
"Harper!" She sounded rushed. "We need to change locations! The coffee shop's closed today. Owner's getting married—there's a sign saying they're shut for the day."
"Oh?" I paused. "So where should we—"
"I'll just come to your place. God, everyone's getting married. Hey, I never got to ask you properly about your date! How'd it go with your crush? Did you tell him? Did he say yes? Tell me everything!"
