His pumps speed up, plundering my body, going deeper and deeper inside me as he fucks me hard and sure.
Every touch, every kiss, every careless whisper of sweet nothings in Russian sends me closer to climax. Then it comes. I come, and mindless ecstasy cripples through my body and our hearts pound together, beating as one. Our bodies quiver, sharing the release, and we both surrender to the force that’s been driving us together.
Even when I feel him come, he doesn’t stop kissing me or touching me.
We continue just like this, and I know everything will be different when we stop. Nothing will ever be the same again.
29
Mikhail
“Ride me, baby,” I tell her, squeezing her hips as she straddles my cock and moves over me. She looks like a fantasy come to life when her hair bounces as she does, and her gorgeous tits move up and down in front of my face. “Harder, fuck me the way you want to.”
She does exactly what I tell her to do like the good girl she is, and the sizzling sensation that pours over my soul eradicates any thought and responsibility from my brain.
I have that mind-fucked feeling a drug would produce where I can’t think of anything that’s not her, and in the moments I do, I remember my threats to Ivan to watch himself. She wouldn’t have known what I was saying because I spoke in Russian. I didn’t want her knowing of the bad relationship I have with my brother just yet.
I’m sure she guessed, though. It wasn’t hard. And when I see him next, I’ll make sure he gets the message loud and clear to leave my woman alone.
I just need one more time before I leave.
One more time.
Seconds pass by, then minutes, then hours, and I can’t make myself stop.
It’s worse than the other night when we were like this.
We fuck until we fall into sleep, and all plans of what I had to do get pushed to the back of the shelf.
When the sun comes up and we open our eyes, I’m inside her again. I take breaks to get us food and water, and then I find myself back inside her.
I’ve lost my mind and given in to recklessness, taking comfort in the fact that my phone hasn’t rung, which generally means I’m not needed.
By no means does it mean I don’t have any work. There’s so much to do, but I can’t stop touching her.
The sun comes up again, and we’re the same.
I have her on her hands and knees, fucking her from behind in her sweet pussy and in her asshole.
The day ends the same way, and I close my eyes feeling the changes and the gears shifting in my mind.
On day three, I wake before her, and when I touch her, she’s so exhausted she doesn’t move, which is what breaks the spell.
That’s what brings me back to reality and my responsibilities, and I make myself get off the bed.
Before I leave, I look at her and notice that she feels like she belongs to me. When I leave, I feel her everywhere, I smell the scent of her sweetness and taste her in the air.
I can’t control myself no matter how hard I try to bleed her from my mind. I can’t do it.
I feel some ounce of myself coming back, however, as I march down the hallway to Ivan’s office at Dmitriyev Ltd.
It’s early. He won’t be in yet, but I can wait.
He’s not going to get away with what he said to Adriana. I won’t allow it. Being away the last three days has given him the respite he didn’t deserve. Now he will feel my wrath.
Before I get to his office, I hear him inside, and he’s not alone. I was hoping for the element of surprise, but this is better.
I push the door open without knocking and find him fucking his new secretary over his desk.
