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And then my cock does get hard.

Because I’m remembering Cerise.

Shit, I never knew I was into that before. But the sight of my marks on her perfect round ass make my dick hard as a fucking rock.

Because they mean I own her. They mean she’s mine.

I pass a red-haired woman with massive tits and she shakes them in my direction.

I move past her.

The entire club is full of gorgeous women, and I don’t want to fuck any of them. Because they aren’t goddamnmine.

I think about that perfect contemptuous curl to Cerise’s lip as she kicked Anatoly’s dead body and my dick gets so hard it’s punching a hole through my pants.

I almost fist it right there in the middle of the goddamn hallway, but then I think about Cerise in the hotel room, maybe taking a shower, maybe lying on the bed with her creamy tits smooth on the covers.

What she needs is my cock down her throat.

So why thefuckshould I deny myself the pleasures of what’s mine?

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CERISE

That was how I fuckingknewfucking Andrei Petrovic was going to go. He was not the marrying type. He would be driven to have sex with me once, just to show he could, then he would get bored. I wondered what was going to happen to me since Andrei didn’t want me as his wife. Was I about to get reassigned to another member of the Bratva?

The thought was depressing, so I tried to put it out of my mind. I had a long soak in the tub, hissing with pain as the welts on my ass hit the water. I looked with interest at the marks of Andrei’s fingers on my hips, twisting around to see them winding up and down my body.

My heart beat faster when I saw them and I felt a flutter in my stomach. I examined myself in the mirror when I was done. My lips looked puffy and bruised and I touched them gently.

I wanted his hands on me again.Goddamnthe man.

I turned away and put on the complimentary striped satiny robe especially provided for the women rich men must bring back to this hotel room. Then I ordered room service, making a special point to order as many expensive things as I could, since Andrei would be paying, and he could afford it.

It was delicious, and afterwards I stood for a moment on the balcony, looking out over the sparkling lights of the city as the chill brushed over my nipples. I sipped my tea and rubbed one foot absently against the other. I wondered what club Andrei was at and if the women there would be as wet for him as I was. I expected they would; he was gorgeous. I touched my ass gingerly. Evil but gorgeous.

Damn, I wanted his hands on me. I slipped my hand down to my pussy.

I was wet just thinking about him and seeing the welts he’d made on my ass.

There was something fucking wrong with me.

I dipped a finger inside my warm pussy and then circled a finger around my clit. It was already straining, pulsing, trembling.

I moaned slightly as I fingered myself, my head rolling back as my fingers began to move faster.

I was greedy for another orgasm.

I heard a slight noise behind me and was just turning around, when an arm grabbed me and pulled me against a broad, muscled chest.

Andrei.

“I’mthe only one allowed to give you pleasure,” he said, shoving my hand roughly away from my pussy.

He bit down on my shoulder, his sharp teeth pulling and biting my skin. Then he ran a hot tongue up my neck. I gasped as he ripped my robe away to cup my breast.

He growled at the sound, then put both hands on my hips, tipping them savagely up, rubbing my ass on the cock that was straining at his pants.

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