“What will happen to me if he doesn’t give you back what you want?”
I nod. “As much as I would love to keep you, I’m not holding someone against their will to get what I want. I don’t need to be somebaklany.”
That is the truth. I have needed to force myself on a woman. I have needed to hold someone hostage to get what I needed and wanted. Varya was meant to be a pawn but has become something more to me. What I need to know is if she wants me as much as I want her or if she is attracted to me because I’m the one bringing down her husband.
She gets closer to me. I can smell her even more and my cock chaffs against the material of my underwear. Varya reaches out and touches my shoulder. “I want to stay here,” she whispers lightly. “I’m needing to make sure you aren’t going to kill me and dump me in an alley,” her words are spoken lightly but hold so much vulnerability in them.
I smirk. “Little fish,” I murmur. “You’re sure about this? Once I have you, you’re mine. I’m not letting you leave to go back to Sergei and hisvorovskoe blago.”
“I don’t want to. I want you,” her words are truthful as she gets closer to me. I can smell her arousal coming from her shorts as she is so close to me.
My hands reach out to her hips to pull her closer to me. My lips crush against hers with power. She is straddling my dick with her heat burning a hole through my pants.
Her kiss is luscious and demanding just like mine and she moans in my mouth.
