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In no time, we are panting, sweating, heading towards climax.

My moans turn to growls in his mouth, and I bite down on his lip as my legs tighten, as my ass cheeks clench and I start to unwind. The pace of his fingers increases, thrusting inside me quickly, rapidly.

It hits me like a hurricane, barreling through my legs, up through my chest, tingling in my scalp. Our moans intertwine, our lips still brushing.

He is a typhoon, a storm on the seas. I am capsizing, and the only thing I can hold onto is him.

“Just like that…harder…” he breathes, just before he starts to pulse in my fist, gushing out onto my hand, the floor.

We sit there, frozen for a moment, for several seconds, our eyes locked.

A deep, sharp ache throbs in my center, right between my legs. And I know I need him there. I will not stop needing him. It’s the only thing that will satisfy me.

“Ciro…I want you…” I breathe.

“And I want…” He backs off, pulling away. “More.”

He winks, buttoning up his pants with that smile, that fucking devil’s grin. Then he draws me close, kisses me deeply.

Right before pulling away and casually walking out.

Leaving me sitting there like a dumbstruck fool.

9

CIRO

I’m still worked up as fuck as I leave the club, slipping out the back and into the chill of a classic Russian night.

I can barely believe what just happened. And that I fucking bailed on her when she was ready to go. For fuck’s sake, I’m still ready to go!

It’s got my head reeling, my stomach in knots.

She felt more incredible than I could have imagined.

Normally, I would just enjoy it. I would indulge in it. And the fact that she’s kind of my boss would make it even fucking hotter.

I was dominating her, that she was letting me, that she was liking it, and that she wanted me so bad in return that should have been enough to send me over the edge to take her right then and there.

But I hesitated. I held back.

Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed it. Too much.

The main thing I kept thinking about was how much I didn’t want it to be a onetime thing. Like a sad sap. Who am I? Adriano?

Or maybe the way things have gone the past year really have broken something inside me. No outside contact. Lost in a frozen hell.

I stalk down through a more or less familiar alley, heading toward a street I know pretty well. It’s been a few weeks of driving, doing errands, training. I’ve always been good with directions.

The first thing I made sure to learn when I got here was wherenotto walk.

Sighing out a gust of frosty breath, I almost cave and turn around, go back. Then I almost cave and buy a pack of smokes. Alessandro always had one when he was stressed. Sometimes I’d join him, just to let him berate me for smoking.

Bad habit, little brother. Ha. Speak for yourself, Aless.

Condescending asshole.

I miss him.