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"Really?" Shaking off one shoe, I lift my leg toward him under the table, my foot touching his thigh before I move it slowly towards his crotch, feeling him hard and ready for me just as I am for him.

He stifles a groan just as I brush my toes across his length.

"I only need these," he raises his hands to show them to me before sneaking them under the table, catching my foot and stroking it gently.

My breath catches in my throat as he slowly massages my foot before taking it and placing it right on top of his cock.

"Vlad," I half-moan, impatience growing inside of me.

Snatching my foot from him, I quickly put on my shoe before standing up.

"I'm going to the bathroom," I say, a little too abruptly. But as I take two steps away from the table I turn to look at him, his eyes are on my ass.

A daring smile playing on my lips, I use one finger to give him a signal. Then, I just head to the restroom.

I barely get inside when he bursts in, closing the door and locking it.

One step and he has me backed against the sink, my back to his front as he quickly lowers the zipper of his pants. He roughly lifts the dress over my ass, bending me over the sink. One hand in my hair, the other on my hip, he enters me swiftly, a brutal thrust that has me almost coming on the spot.

"You can't help yourself," he grits, his movements gaining momentum, his cock moving in and out of me at lightning speed. "You have to tempt meeveryfuckingsecond." He continues, savagely imprinting himself on my body. His hand moves from my hair to my throat, squeezing gently as he brings me closer to him, still.

"Look at you," he prompts me to look in the mirror, seeing us tangled together, our cheeks flushed, our hot breaths fogging the glass. My mouth parts on a moan, but he slips his thumb inside, blocking the sound.

"Look how you drive me so crazy…" he speaks, his breath on my cheek. "So out of control," he continues, each word accentuating his vicious thrusts, "completely insane."

I'm barely aware of anything else but his invasion, trying but failing to keep myself from screaming out his name as I'm coming, my walls closing in around him and causing him to shout my name as he fills me with his cum.

"My fucking temptress," he speaks against my cheek, sweat clinging to our skin from the brief albeit laborious act.

It's only when we're back at our table that we finally dig into our food, our appetites seemingly returned.

23

SISI

The knife slips easily from my hand, rotating in the air before reaching the middle of the target.

"Not bad." He nods at me.

He's leaning back against the wall as he watches me throw the knives, his shrewd eyes analyzing everything—from my posture to my breath and to how I'm holding the knife, he has indications for everything.

Vlad might sometimes be an overbearing ogre, but he is a wonderful teacher. The evidence being my insane progress in just a little time.

If before I had trouble even getting the knife to embed itself in a target with its sharp side forward, now I can effortlessly throw it and more or less hit the bullseye.

I know I have a long way to go. Certainly, I don't think there's anyone more proficient in this than him.

He strides to me, grabbing the bag next to him and throwing it at my feet.

"You're advancing fast, hell girl. Time to switch up the blades," he jokes, opening up the bag to reveal even more knives, all different shapes and sizes.

"You've learned how to throw basic knives, but how about we try some daggers?" He plops himself on the floor, sorting through the bag.

Curious, I sit down too, watching closely as he removes the blades and organizes them on the floor, pointing at each one and telling me a little something about it.

"You know what my blades of choice are." he points to the shashkas, the curved blades that he's always using in combat. "They are for close combat only, the curve of the blade making it easy to control movement and slash someone's throat," he explains, taking one shashkas and showing me how to wield it.

"Always aim for the throat and the battle is immediately over," he says, raising his eyes to mine. A mischievous glint and he has the blade against my throat before I can even blink.