Page 109 of Dance of Devils
“Nowhat,” he growls.
Oh, shit.
“No sir,” I moan as his thick fingers ram into me, wringing more pleasure from my body.
“You want to come for me, don’t you.”
“Yes sir!” I sob, clinging to his arms for dear life, my head lolling back as he growls into my ear.
“This pretty pussy is going to make a fuckingmessall over my fingers, isn't that right, babygirl.”
I cry out in pleasure, my reality blurring and my body tensing as the pressure builds to a level I can’t contain anymore.
“Make a mess,” he snarls into my ear. “And fucking come for me like a good girlright now.”
“Yes SIR!”
I scream as my body jolts and wrenches violently, twisting and spasming as the orgasm detonates through me. His mouth crushes mine, kissing me brutally and swallowing my moans as I come against his hand over and over.
My body is still shaking, my brain still completely unable to form words or even thoughts as he slowly pulls away. He slips his fingers from between my legs and I shiver when he deftly reaches down, grabs the panties hanging off one ankle, and gently pulls them up, lifting my ass to get them up into place and smoothing my dress back down over my knees.
Kir gently cups my jaw, his dark eyes blazing as he leans down and kisses me deeply. Then he pulls away, his eyes locked with mine.
“I need to take a phone call.”
I blink. “Oh…okay.”
Oh, okay?Fuckingreally,self?
He rolls his shoulders and straightens his suit jacket. Then, without any warning, he leans in and kisses me softly before letting his lips trail over my cheek to my ear.
“Good girl.”
He leaves me with his mug of coffee, still sitting on the kitchen counter, my pulse still through the roof and my entire core shaking.
Howis this real?
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I can still tasteher on my tongue. Still feel the way her body bucked against my mouth, still hear her moans echoing in my ears.
I deliberately avoid washing my hands or taking another sip of anything. Now, I sit in my study and wait for Dimitri’s call, knowing whatever he wants to talk about, he’ll do it with me relishing the taste of Brooklyn’s pussy on my lips.
I’ve also just gotten off the phone with her stepfather’s lawyer, Diego Padilla, letting him know that I’ll be taking over any and all legal expenses.
My phone rings at the scheduled time. It’s a name I don’t recognize, butnobodybut people I know have this number, so I answer with a scowl.
“Yes.”
“Mr. Nikolayev,” a Russian-accented man’s voice says brusquely. “My name is Andrei. I’m Mr. Moskovic’s second.”
I cock a brow. “Will Dimitri himself be joining us?”
“I’m afraid not.”
My jaw clenches, thinking about the superhuman strength it took to pull away from Brooklyn’s lovely cunt to take this fucking phone call.
