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“I think I can handle her.” His gaze never wavers, and the tension between us grows. “I know her tricks now.” It’s his turn to give me a slow, sly smile. “And I’ve come up with a few of my own.”

Pleasure slices through me, excitement creating a low thrum in my blood. “Oh, pet, I’m excited to see what you can try. Though, I have a feeling it involves my ass, and just remember that anything going in mine, goes in yours.”

“Alright, I agree with Mila, you two need to cut that shit out.” Oleg groans. “God, they’re going to a fucking pain in the ass.” He rises to his feet, but I barely pay him any attention, my full focus on the man in front of me.

Zakhar grunts in disgust and also gets to his feet. “We’re going to need that fucking camera jammer on all the fucking time or we’re going to get far more views of his ass than we care to.” Then, because the dick can’t help himself, he adds, “Hers I won’t mind, but… motherfucker!”

He crashes to his knees with a loud thud, clutching his balls. Oleg shakes his head. “Man, you’re stupid today. What the fuck did you think he was going to do?”

Zakhar wheezes out another curse.

I simply grin, rise, and round the end of the table, climbing into Ilya’s lap. “Awww, defending my honor, you’re so sweet,” I purr, weaving my fingers into his hair as one of his snakes through mine and the other grips my ass, yanking me tight to him.

“We both know if he was closer, you’d have stabbed him in the balls. Mine was a far nicer option.” His mouth covers mine and neither of us care about anything else.

Damn, I missed this.

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ILYA

She tastes so fucking good.

She tastes like mine.

She tastes like forever. My forever. Finally exactly where she should be.

Neither of us holds back, and I groan into her mouth when she yanks on the strands, deepening the kiss, her tongue dueling with mine. Vaguely, I hear a door slam shut, but I don’t give a damn.

My only focus is her. Having her. Here. Now.

She yanks her mouth from mine. “Fuck, pet, I need you. I missed you.”

Satisfaction is swift and sharp. A small part of me wondered if now that everything was finished, she might change her mind, never come back to me. That I would be chasing her for the rest of our lives.

No more.

“How much did you miss me, lisichka?” I rasp, pressing my face into her neck, nipping and sucking on her skin. I want to mark her.

“Enough that when I realized you were going to drug me and bring me back here, I didn’t try and stop you.” She moans, turning her head to give me more room, and arches into me when I suck hard on her neck. “Fuck, pet, yes, mark me.”

I pull away, swiping my tongue along the blooming mark. She grinds over me, and I have to grit my teeth at the blast of pleasure that jolts through me. “Fuck, Lane, if you keep doing that I’m not going to fucking last. Need you too bad.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” she rasps. “We’ll do slow later.” She takes my mouth again, sinking into me. “We’ve probably got another ten minutes before the cameras will unjam and your men will get a show. Or maybe we should give all the nosy assholes probably back outside the door a show, huh?”

Yeah, she’s right. We’ll have time for everything else later. Right now, I need to be inside her, and like fuck am I letting any of those fuckers see anything.

I swipe my arm across the table, dishes and food crashing to the floor. Lane laughs and is already releasing me enough that I can lift her from my lap, spin her around, and pin her over the table. She gasps but gives a delighted moan when I bring my hand down hard on her ass. “Now that’s more like it.” She sighs.

“The only thing better would be if you were wearing a skirt. It would make this much fucking faster,” I mutter, reaching beneath her and unbuttoning her pants. I yank and tug, revealing the tempting globes of her ass and her drenched pussy. “Fuck, lisichka, you’re soaked.” I groan, cupping her and rubbing at her clit with my fingers.

She gasps and moans, arching and grinding into my hand. “Seems to be a thing with you. Ilya, inside me, now.” She releases a sharp cry when I bring my other hand down fast on her ass, the slap echoing in the room. Her skin blooms red, and she drips even more in my palm.

“You are not the one giving orders this time, lisichka.” I release her pussy before slipping my fingers back and thrusting them inside her. She jolts forward, head falling flat to the table. “This pussy, this moment, this is mine. And you’re going to be a good girl and lay here and take what I give you.”

“Ilya,” she moans, trying to spread her legs more but is restricted by her pants around her thighs. She pushes into my punishing thrusts. I show no mercy, pressing my hand onto the flat of her back and holding her still as I work her. “Ilya, fuck, please,” she moans, her body shuddering as her orgasm rises.

“You like that, don’t you, Lane? You like that your body responds to me. That you’re at my mercy, don’t you? Do you like the way my fingers feel inside you? Hard and fast. Or maybe we should slow them down a little bit for you, hmmm?”