His hand closes around my throat, forcing my head back until my eyes meet his.
“You want the monster?” His voice drops low and rough. “Then you get all of him.”
The room spins a second later. Suddenly I’m turned around, face to the glass, my palms slapping the window just like they did in the library. Only this time it’s different. This time I push my ass back against him on purpose.
My skirt is yanked up over my hips. A sharp tug and my panties slide down my thighs, leaving me bare.
Crack.
His palm lands hard across my ass. I gasp, the sound echoing against the glass.
Another strike follows, harder this time, lighting up the other cheek. Heat spreads across my skin and shoots straight between my legs.
“Count them,” he orders.
“Two,” I breathe.
Crack.
“Three.”
He stops at five, both cheeks burning, the sting pulsing with every heartbeat. Then the pressure disappears as he drops to his knees behind me.
The first thing I feel is his breath—hot against my pussy.
Then his tongue.
It drags from my throbbing clit down to my dripping hole, slow and deliberate. A moan tears out of me, fogging the glass in front of my face.
My clit disappears into his mouth. His lips seal around it, sucking hard, pulling it like he’s trying to drink me. His tongue flicks fast and relentless.
My legs tremble violently, thighs shaking as I struggle to stay upright.
A growl vibrates against me, the sound traveling straight through my body and making my hips jerk back toward him. One hand clamps down on my hip to hold me steady while two thick fingers slide inside me.
They curl.
Pump.
Curl again.
All while his mouth works my clit without mercy.
Every movement sends sparks through my nerves.
I’m soaked for him.
“Konstantin!” I gasp, voice cracking.
He pulls off just long enough to bite the inside of my thigh, hard enough to mark, then dives back in, sucking even harder.
I shatter into orgasm. My legs shake like crazy.
My scream smears across the fogged glass, his name leaving my mouth in a broken cry. He doesn’t stop. His tongue keeps working through every aftershock until I’m shaking and helpless, my clit throbbing so hard it almost hurts. Sensitivity builds until it’s too much, and I weakly push at his head.
Only then does he rise.
The world tilts again as he turns me around, lifting me like I weigh nothing before pinning me back to the glass. My legs wrap instinctively around his waist.
