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That fucker.

For a moment, I let him, because after that short break, it feels so damn good to have his hot tongue pressing down on my clit again, but then I lift my legs and wrap them around his head, squeezing hard. At the same time, I buck my hips up and twist. It’s neither elegant, nor does it work out exactly as I’d hoped. I’m no pro-athlete after all, but I still get what I want and that is Riccardo off from on top of me. We’re both on our sides now, but his face is still between my legs. I can’t see his mouth, since it’s buried deep in my core, framed by my thighs, but his eyes seem to be laughing at me as he starts licking again.

The guy is fucking nuts, and yet I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

I push myself up and twist my hips to maneuver myself into a sitting position on his face. It’s not easy, but since I don’t especially care if Riccardo is hurt or able to breathe in the process, it works just fine.

And then I’m finally on top.

“Now lick,” I order and I can’t help my grin, because,yeah, okay, this game is pretty fun.

While he complies and his tongue gets back to work, Riccardo doesn’t seem to accept defeat yet, because as his tongue pushes into my folds again, his hands come up to hold my hips in place.

And then he nips.

Actually fucking nips my clit.

With his teeth.

I topple forward and the next thing I know, he slaps my ass and his cock pushes at my entrance. I’m so damn wet and horny, all I can do is moan as he drives into me.

Hell, I’ve needed this. So I arch my back and push back, rocking myself on his cock as his hand massages the spot where he slapped me.

He starts slamming into me and it’s almost enough to make my brain go haywire, but I have just enough sense to push my own body back in rhythm with his movements, riding his cock in the most mind-blowing way.

He wants to slap my ass? Fine. But I make sure his balls are slamming into my pussy hard enough he’s going to remember this tomorrow. I bet I can take it harder than he can.

Except, neither one of us is playing fair and I’m getting close already. My muscles are taught and I feel the pressure building low in my belly. At least there is no fucking way he’s far off either, so I simply keep going until wave after wave of sweet release ripples through me.

And then I feel it. His cock stiffens even more and hot jets of cum shoot into me like molten lava.

Fuck.So much for using protection.

“You’re mine now.” His words are more of a groan than anything, muffled by the fact his mouth is still pressed against mine, but I hear him. And I can picture his smirk perfectly.

I’m not his. I never will be. I will never belong to a man.

But for tonight, I’ll let him believe otherwise.

And then I fall asleep because I can’t do anything else just now.

Chapter Eight

Anya

My phone buzzes on the nightstand, the soft vibration breaking the silence. The first rays of sunlight slip through the curtains, casting a soft glow over Riccardo’s bedroom. My body is sore in all the right places, a reminder of how we spent the night. I slip out from under the sheets, careful not to wake him, and reach for my phone.

The name on the screen makes my stomach clench. Sergei.

The message is short and clear, but my eyes fly over it several times, anyway.

Your father is unwell. The doctor is with him. You need to come.

My breath catches, and for a moment, I just sit there, staring at the screen.

Unwell.

My father has been unwell for years. If Sergei, of all people, texts me, then this is much worse than him being unwell. I’ve known this moment was coming, but that doesn’t make it any easier to face.

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