Page 146 of Violent Pawn

“This is so you’ll get the stretch your dance requires. Let me love you, Ana.” My tongue drags over her neck, flicking against her pulse and teasing what I’ll be doing between her legs shortly. “Let me ruin you, cara mia. Let me prove how we’re made for one another.”

I move in front of her and drop to my knees—exactly the place I plan on being for the rest of our lives.

The material of her outfit is pitifully thin and tears easily when I fist it and yank, splitting it right at the seam between her legs, making her release a low gasp.

“Do you realize how pricey these things can get?”

“Do you realize that I’m hungry for my girl’s pussy and don’t give a fuck?”

Her panties are even thinner than her outfit’s material, which are easy to get rid of too. Another rip and I’m pocketing them too. Her pussy is bare and on display, the sweet scent of her making my cock press against my slacks.

Soon.

“You’re gonna keep stretching for me, cara mia. You’ll be good and keep your leg up for me, won’t you? Drop it, and I’ll keep you on edge the rest of the day.”

Fire meets my eyes, burning with both frustration and desire. It stokes a grin, thrilled with how she’ll play along.

My palms slide inside the material until reaching her lips. She’s wet and accepts the finger I push inside easily.

“You know what I thought about the first time I was in this studio? All the ways to make you dance. How loud I can make you scream. To imprint myself so deeply into this building, I’m all you see whenever you’re in here. I wanted so badly to make you mine back then, but now…” I slide my fingers from her, circle her clit once to break her concentration, and thrust them back inside. “Now you are, and there’s no undoing this. I won’t let you go. Not after all the work I did to get you.”

As she cries out and smacks the barre, I replace my fingers with my tongue, merciless in my thrusts as she grips onto both my head and the barre for balance. If only I could watch her in the mirror, but with my mouth on her sweet cunt, there’s still plenty of time for it.

I’m relentless, licking and sucking, teasing her clit until she’s rocking in my grip. Her weight drops onto my hold as her legs grow weaker, trying to keep her upright. Moans fill the room until she gasps louder, fingers fisting my hair—as if I was planning to go anywhere.

“That’s it,” I murmur before attacking her clit again. “Give it to me, Petrov.”

As her core begins tightening, I shove my fingers back inside her and curl, biting on her clit at the same time.

She comes with a scream, her back arching, hips rocking, and gasps making it so this won’t last as long as I hoped.

As she finishes coming, I lower her leg back to the ground and massage feeling into her thigh. She jolts when I press a kiss to her pretty clit, then drag my lips over her, up her hip, following the course of her stomach and to her breasts, eventually standing to follow the trajectory.

“I still can’t believe you’re mine.”

She holds onto my shoulders for balance. “I’m only yours if you’re mine.”

I give her a crooked grin full of promise. “Damn right.” And to prove it, I rip the rest of her clothing off until her beautiful body is entirely bared to me and her clothes are a torn pile by my feet that, despite the orgasm meant to lull her into bliss, she glares at.

“I promise it’ll be worth it.”

I pace behind her, trailing a finger over her breasts, around her shoulder, and to the top of her spine. My finger makes a similar but opposite trek from what my mouth did, stopping by the curve of her ass.

In the reflection, she watches me. Her eyes darken with lust, head tipping to the side so I can brand her neck the same way I did in the club all those months ago. This time, I won’t let it fade. I’ll renew it every fucking day and never tell her of these plans, but she’ll know. Now that I won her, no other man will take her from me.

“Fuck, I love you, cara mia.” It slips out, but doesn’t make it any less true. “I can’t wait to say that for the rest of our lives.”

“Me neither.” Her reflection’s lips part as I trail my lips up her neck, but flick my eyes to watch us in the reflection. My hands go to her hips, caressing around the front, through her damp core, and up to her breasts and the nipples I love so much. “Lift your leg onto the barre.”

Obeying immediately, she lifts the leg opposite from earlier and props her ankle over the barre, shifting until she’s balanced. Not that she’ll be left standing alone for much longer.

“Perfection.” I trail my hand between her thighs, gathering residual come before placing my fingers against her lips, smearing them with her wetness. She opens her mouth to suck them inside, cheeks hollowing out and my cock heats with anticipation.

I undo my jeans and tug out my cock, stroking it before rubbing it between her legs.

“Do it,” she whispers, speaking for the first time other than crying out my name through her orgasm.

“Beg.”