The look that saiddo your worst.
She didn't know how tempting that was.
Or how feral it made me.
Chapter 69
Iskra
It was a mistake turning around. He preferred my more demure look. But damn it, he always brought my resistance out of me. I had learned to keep my mouth shut—unless he asked me to open it. I glanced away before I ended up smiling and made the situation worse for myself.
His cock shifted between my thighs and I tried to part my legs but he placed his hand on my waist.
“Stay as you are,” he murmured.“And make sure you don’t wake my daughter up this time.”
He was never going to let me forget that night. He loved to push me—no, he loved to shame me. Remind me of how I had lost control in that moment.
The pressure shifted as he began to enter me. With my legs closed I could feel the friction as he pried me open. But more than that I felt myself react to him. His little performance in the office full of men had been shameless but effective.
His hand moved to my hair, gripping a fistful, the other tightening on my hip.
“Doesn’t it feel good to fulfil your purpose,” he whispered, holding my head up as he began to move.“Taking my cock inside you.”
I held onto the bedding and took whatever he gave me. He surged in and out, the soft smack of his trousers against my rear with each inward thrust. I could feel how wet I was by the way each stroke slid through my own arousal.
“Bent over to take another load,” he hissed, moving faster, hitting deeper.
He released my hair and grabbed my upper arms, hauling my torso off the bed until my feet slipped on the rug. The tempo increased and my breasts swayed as his thrusts grew vicious. I bit my lip. His fingers dug into my arms as he began pulling me back to meet each thrust.
All I could do was take him and stay quiet. The heavy breathing and dull slapping grew louder.
“Yeah,” he murmured, striking a place deep inside me.“That’s the spot.”
My eyes rolled back. I felt myself pushing back onto him before I could stop it—impaling myself, chasing it. Time seemed to stop as the tension broke and I came. Deep short strokes as he held me there. His fingers bruised my arms. I gushed around him, tightening my inner muscles to hold him inside, trying to stifle the low sounds that followed.
I was gone.
He hissed and released my arms. I fell forward onto the mattress and his weight followed, burrowing deep, shooting his come inside me. Another burst of breath as more followed. He ground himself against me until he had emptied everything into me.
Just as he had promised.
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“No time for a shower. Clean me up,” he said, swinging his leg over my waist.
The pillows were in place and my hips in the air.
His men were gone—I had heard the cars shortly before he came up. He had plenty of time to shower. But as he moved up my body I opened my mouth. Even half-hard he still managed to fill my throat. His eyes were hooded, his face relaxed, as I swallowed him down and began to move my head back and forth. Tasting him. Tasting us both.
Silently he watched me work.
“Such a diligent wife,” he said, taking hold of my head and taking over.“Taste it all.”
He moved my head in time with his hips. I lost track of how long for. I felt him harden gradually—the shift from lazy to deliberate, his grip tightening as I worked. He pulled out and lifted himself up, dangling his balls above my lips.
With a sigh I began—licking and sucking them clean, the saltiness of him, the musk of both of us still on his skin. His cock rested against my forehead as I worked.
“Best to be in your room for what I have planned tonight,” he murmured, pulling back.
