“I told you I’d never lie to you,” Viktor growls. “But it’s Ryan’s place to tell you what he does for me. End of story.”
My heart sinks and a swell of concern overtakes me. It’s like I’m in a boat bobbing around in the ocean searching for a buoy. I know without a shadow of a doubt that Viktor has told me all he’s going to say.
Fuck. My knees buckle.
“No one is perfect,” he says. “Everyone has their thing. You have to understand that. You have yours too.”
The laugh that leaves my mouth is sharp. “That’s not really an argument. You understand that, right? And what’s my thing? I am a saint compared to you.”
He kisses my neck, his warm breath like drugs on my skin. “You’re right. Maybe that’s why I like you so much. You’re a good girl.”
My panties grow wet, and my clit begins to throb. Damn it! This is how it starts, the weird seduction thing he does that I can’t escape from. The press of the needle into my veins injecting some kind of euphoric thrill that my body won’t stop craving.
“I am not a good girl!” I declare the words as though they matter. Truthfully, I know they don’t. I might act tough around him, but something about that stare pelts me with desire like an unforgiving rain.
“If I could leave the situation, I would,” he says. “But you don’t wake up one morning and walk away from the mafia. If you do, you’re dead. So that one bad decision I made, rather,that was made for me… will follow me forever. I assume for Ryan, it will too.” There’s remorse in his voice. I guess it’s for the life he’s led. “When you told me the other day… that I wasn’t as bad as I thought I was… it was the first time I walked away feeling something other than appalling in years.”
I look away, trying to avoid his emotional breakthrough because I know deep down the smart thing to do is leave this room. But my head is jumbled, foggy, and unrelentingly being advised by the quick throb between my legs. The one that doesn’t give two fucks what kind of gangster this man is.
He pushes into me harder, my back pressed against the cold wall as his hot mouth works its way over top my lips with demanding pressure. I can hate him later. Right now, my body wants to make bad decisions.Who am I to stop it?
I feel alive, euphoric, drenched in some pleasure inducing hormone that’s exploding an ache of fireworks all over me. This might be wrong, but right now, nothing has ever felt more right.
His hands slide over my body, rough and warm, his heart pounding so hard I can feel the reverberation onto my skin. Inch by inch he takes me over, pulling at the top of my dress until my breasts are exposed.
Looking up toward me he bends down, sucking one nipple up into his mouth as though he’s feeding off me, as though he’s gaining his life force from my touch.
The room begins to spin as his hot breath works its way back up onto my collar bone and near the lobe of my ear. He places one hand on my jaw, the other beneath my skirt, and over top my mound. He growls, his breath heavy, “You still trying to tell me you don’t want this?”
I don’t answer. I don’t have to. My pussy is doing all the talking, and it’s loud and clear. It’s so loud and clear that my brain is no longer functioning.
He takes my lips again, kissing me deeply as he rubs his palm over top my panties, a tight growl escaping into my mouth as I begin to move my hips. I don’t do it intentionally, but my body is aching, taking over, unable to stop the motion of what’s happening. Being so close to having him once has only made me want him more.Well played.
My face is hot, burning even. He whispers, “I’ve been thinking about tasting that sweet pussy again since the other night. You want me to, don’t you? You want me to eat you, taste you, devour every last drop of that sweet juice you’re making for me.”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer. He slides his hand into my panties, then pulls them down slowly, bending between my legs. My knees shake and whatever thoughts were left in my head are certainly gone now, lost to the thumping that’s taken over.
His fingers are huge, sliding into me with fevered determination as his mouth presses over top my clit, pulling up a rough, heavy suction that inadvertently folds my legs in half.
He presses over top my knees, holding them up as he works, his head buried between my thighs softly. A full body flush tingles from the tip of my ears into my toes, lingering every place in between.
I let out a moan as he teases my bud with the tip of his tongue, his fingers so deep inside of me that I swear I feel him tickle my lungs.
He looks up at me, his eyes hooded with desire, his voice rough and husky. “Come on my face, sweetheart. Come hard on my face. I want to press into that wet pussy, then make you come again all over my cock.”
His lips press back into my mound, his tongue swirling as he pulls a suction up hard and steady. Slowly, his hands slide up and down my hip as he grips me tight, my blood on fire, desperate for more.
I’m lost to him, too hungry for release, too desperate to stop. My hips thrust forward into him and my head leans back as my shoulders press against the wall. Moan after moan escapes my lips as I desperately grip my fingers in his hair. His mouth moves with the shaking of my body, as his hands grip my thighs, every part of him against mine as I convulse and orgasm against his mouth.
My stomach flips and butterflies dance as he licks me up, tasting every last drop of my nectar like a hungry wolf feasting.
He stands from the ground and nuzzles into my ear. “Good girl. That’s what I’ve been waiting for. That hard come. Now do it again, all over my cock.”
A whimper escapes my throat as his rock-hard cock presses up against my seam. He’s huge, and I’m desperate for him.
“You’re going to have to be quiet though,” he says, covering my mouth playfully. “I want those sweet sounds, but there’s a room full of students out there and this door is about as thin as a—”
A knock hits the door and my stomach falls, my gaze hot and heavy on Viktor’s. “They heard us. They heard me. Oh my god, they heard me.”
