Page 122 of Dance of Devils

“Stop. Now face me.”

A tremor ripples through my core as I turn back to him.

“I do need to get back to this call,” he murmurs.

I nod. “I understand.”

“Good girl.”

Fuck…

“On your hands and knees,” he says, his voice low and raspy, his veined hand stroking his chiseled jawline as his eyes slide over me.

I get down to the floor, placing my palms on the sumptuous area rug.

“Nowcrawlto me.”

A bolt of fierce, vicious wickedness explodes through my body. My thighs clench tightly together, heat burning between them as my nipples tighten.

“Yes, sir.”

Kir watches me steadily as he picks the phone up, touches the screen, and brings it to his ear. He starts speaking in Russian again, but his eyes never leave me as I crawl all the way to his desk and around the side until I’m between his spread legs.

I look up at him, my lower lip caught between my teeth as our eyes lock.

He just nods and mouths “good girl” before barking into the phone.

It's outrageously hot. Alarmingly, disturbingly so, to the point that my hands shake when I sit up on my knees and let my palms land on his thighs.

I feel his quads flex under the fabric of his trousers, and my pulse skips when my gaze drags up and I see the tight, throbbing bulge.

My hands slide up his legs until they reach his belt. My fingers tremble as I undo it and pull it open, looking up to see his eyes drilling into me as he speaks into the phone. My skin tingles, my core clenching and spasming as I pop the button of his trousers.

I struggle with undoing the zipper, because he’s so hard that his cock’s tenting his trousers and making it difficult. But I finally manage to drag it down and then slip my fingers inside the waist of his pants. When I tug those down, my throat bobs, my eyes widening as they land on thehugebulge in his black boxer briefs.

A needy throb curls and twists and flexes inside me. I lick my lips.

He looksreallyfucking big.

Kir growls something into the phone and then covers the mouthpiece with his hand as his eyes lock with mine.

“Take it out, babygirl,” he purrs. “Take it out so I can feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

My pulse hammers in my ears as I slip my fingers into the elastic and peel the boxers down from his hips.

I wondered the other day, when I first woke up here, how it could all be real.

…I suddenly have the exact same question when Kir’shuge, thick, veined, swollen cock slips free of his boxers and swings up to slap against his stomach.

What.

The.

Fuck.

My jaw drops as I juststareat him.

He’s fuckingmassive. Enormously so. Like where-do-you-hide-the-bodies. It is, without question, the largest cock I’ve ever seen in my life, including porn.