My cock thrusting deep inside her until her entire body goes rigid and her little pussy pulses over me in wave after wave of pleasure as her orgasm floods through her.
I thrust into her again and explode inside her.
Fuck.
That was incredible.
I slide my cock out of her and stand up. She sits on her knees, brushing her fingers through her hair and looking up at me with those gorgeous pale green eyes, and I realize who she reminds me of. Someone who died a long time ago. Someone I don’t want to be thinking about. Ever.
The memory shocks me and sends a thrill bolting through me. I turn away from her for a moment to hide my expression. The memory that took me by surprise. When I turn back, Misha smiles. Her cheeks flushed and her lips pink. Sitting on her knees in front of me like that - she is making my cock stir again.
I lean down and wrap my fingers around her jaw.
“Come little pet. I’ll top up your drink.”
She stands up and for some reason, I can’t stop myself. I pull her close and kiss her.
It’s not like me. I usually just fuck them and tell them to leave. Not even that. Because usually I fuck them in a hotel and thenIleave before they’ve even put their clothes back on.
Buttheyare not likeher. They don’t grab my attention. And they certainly don’t hold on to it.
Misha and I sit on the sofa together, talking late into the night. It feels natural.
She gives me minimal details about who she is, skirting around solid facts - I get the sense that it’s because she doesn’t trust people. She tells me about her mother and her life and how she struggles to hold a job down.
I tease her that it’s because she’s too feisty.
But I like her being feisty. I like the crazy streak in her that makes her throw boiling oil over people who piss her off.
“It doesn’t matter, anyway. I’ll find something else. It’s just lame that most people expect you to work for practically no money but give up your whole lifeandyour dignity.” She rollsher eyes and tips the last of her whisky into her mouth, licking her lips.
“Come to bed.” I demand.
“I should get going.” She shakes her head. “It’s late.”
“You should do as you’re told. I’ll take you home tomorrow. Now take off your clothes and come to bed.” My cock throbs, hardening against my pants.
Misha stands up and slowly starts stripping out of her waitress uniform until she is naked in front of me.
She’s beyond beautiful. The image of perfection.
She throws me a sly smile and walks off into the penthouse to find my bedroom. I follow her. Knowing it is going to be an incredible night.
CHAPTER THREE
Misha
Iwake up and blink at my silver wristwatch, squinting to see the time in the dim morning light.
Five. It’s still early.
Thank goodness the whisky wasn’t that cheap shit I’m used to drinking at my local bar. It was the good stuff. Single malt and probably more expensive per glass than my weekly rent. The good stuff that doesn’t leave you with a raging hangover when you drink too much of it.
Vincent’s arm is wrapped around my waist and for a moment I contemplate snuggling closer to him. He’s still fast asleep and breathing deeply.
Oh, my word - the way he handled me last night - I’ve never had someone know exactly what I wanted before. The harder I fought him, the more I was testing him, and he did not fail to impress me. It’s the first time a man has made me orgasm during sex. In fact, it’s the first time a man has ever turned me on that intensely - ever. Perhaps I should wake him, and we could play one more time before I go.
Ugh.
