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maggie

I grab Vladi’s hand, leading him toward a broom closet I saw earlier today.

He follows me without hesitation. Heat curls low in my core as I realize everything has come full circle—back to that first night when I dragged him across the gala and he willingly followed.

For a moment, something tight and uncertain ripples through me.

Is this a mistake? I know we need time to process what happened and to heal.

My fingers twitch in his. Both of us have so many scars no one can see.

But his mere presence, his scent that makes me want to devour him inch by inch, the constant heat and rugged strength rolling off him make my entire body tremble—it’s too much for my mind to reason with.

The slick, aching need between my thighs drowns out every thought.

My body wins out over my mind because…fuck, I need this. I need him.

We reach the door and he opens it, peeking in to see what’s behind it and making sure there’s no one in here.

Just stacks of cleaning supplies, none of them strong enough to clean the dirty thoughts running through my mind.

He steps in, closing the door behind us, and I leap into his arms, wrapping my legs around him as I press my lips to his.

He grips my ass swinging us around to slam me against the door.

Opening my mouth to him, our tongues collide in a frenzy of passion.

Every fear melts away as the man I feel safest with devours me, moving his mouth down my neck, licking and sucking my feverish flesh.

“ Lisichka , goddammit, I’ve wanted you so badly all day,” he groans through panted breaths kissing lower and lower, finally reaching my chest.

“Then fucking take me, Wolfie.”

He unleashes a growl as he sets me down, taking down his pants just enough to free the part of him I’ve been aching for all day.

“Turn around, hands on the door,” he demands, and I do as I’m told.

I love giving him shit, but right now, I need him inside me, I need him to soothe the ache that’s reaching a fever pitch, I need him to fuck the living hell out of my cunt.

I need him, and not even my sass is going to keep me from getting railed by this man in a janitor’s closet.

He lifts my dress, the fabric bunching on my back.

I can’t help but move my hips, my skin prickling at the brush of his hands up my legs.

Reaching my hips, his palms caress my ass, then pull my panties down to cage my legs right where he wants me.

The bottom half of me is completely exposed, bare just for him, the cool air hitting my skin doing nothing to relieve the heat coursing through me.

He rubs a finger through my slit as he lets out a guttural sound, pleased at what he’s done to me.

I feel his hardness press against me, and I shiver in anticipation of the sting from him filling me.

He doesn’t hesitate. He drives deep inside me, sliding all the way until his hips are flush with mine.

The music is loud outside the door, but I can’t smother the scream of both pleasure and pain that escapes me.

His hand covers my mouth, trying to muffle the moan clawing its way out.

But I can’t help it. There’s nothing slow, nothing gentle, nothing sensual about this.

Not like the other night. This is us filling a carnal need to be with each other.

This is us desperate to feel something. To feel wanted.

To be filled. To be in control. He relentlessly slams into me.

Hard. Fast. Brutal. Increasing the burning desire to need more of him , more of us , more everything.

I pull one hand off the door, reaching down to relieve my aching clit, but my hand only reaches my chest before he pauses and moves my arm back in place.

“Hands. On. The. Door.” His voice is deep, rough, intense. Normally, I’d push back and call him bossy, but I want him in charge. My pulse races knowing he needs to be in charge.

He doesn’t leave me wanting, reaching his hand around my thigh to provide the relief I long for. His fingers find my swollen nerves and rub them with the precision only a damn good goalie could have.

“Always so wet for me, lisichka ,” he grunts between thrusts. “So tight.” Thrust. “So perfect.”

A rush of heat sparks inside me, low and deep. I want to hold onto this feeling like I want to hold onto him, but the need in me is too great, too overwhelming. He is overwhelming.

“Come for me; come all over my cock,” he says through panted breaths. “I’m going to fill you up right now. Come .”

With that, I can’t hold in my release any longer, coming so hard stars fill my vision. I tremble violently, steadying myself as my legs nearly give out. And he’s right there with me, grunting and shaking as he finishes.

We stay still for a few moments, his heat, his scent covering me like a warm blanket. My heartbeat matches the muffled sound of the booming bass at the reception. He breaks the stillness as he leans over, placing delicate kisses along my neck.

“Vladi. That was…that was amazing. Fuck, I needed that.”

“Me too,” he says, pulling back. The emptiness already has me aching for him again. I feel his finger rubbing along the outside of my pussy, and I know he’s once again in awe of his release leaking out of me. “Fuck, that is beautiful. You taking me like this? Magdalina, you are…amazing.”

Heat crawls across my cheeks. “I like taking you all the ways, Wolfie,” I say, starting to stand up.

“No,” he places his hand on my back. “Stay like this, just for a moment. Lift your leg.” I slowly shift my weight onto one foot as he slips my panties down my leg, removing them.

He taps my other leg to do the same, helping steady me once my panties are clutched in his fist. “You won’t be needing these anymore this evening.

Might as well put them in my pocket for safekeeping. ”

I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. “Are you stealing another pair of my panties?”

“I wouldn’t call it stealing. Collecting, perhaps.”

“You think you’re gonna need two pairs this season?”

“Maybe I could have a pair for home and away games,” he says as he finally lets me stand.

Shaking my head, I turn to face him, watching him place my panties in his pocket.

I can’t help but smile at his obsession.

He steps toward me, helping me adjust my dress and smoothing out my tousled hair.

There’s a softness in his eyes as he looks at me, his hand running along my jaw as he leans toward me, only a breath between us.

Before he can kiss me, the courage that’s been slowly rising in me reaches its peak, and my voice whispers along his lips, “Are we something?”

His lips press against mine, softly, quickly. “What is something ?” he murmurs before kissing me again.

My stomach twists, threatening to take the words back as I pull away to look into his eyes. “I just mean, what happens when we get home? Are we...anything?”

I bite my cheek. Shit. Why did I say that out loud ?

The softness that’s been in his eyes all evening shifts into confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, are we…” I swallow hard, trying to spit the words out. “Can we be…together?”

He steps back, running his hand over his face as his gaze drops to the floor. “Maggie, I …I don’t know if—” His voice cuts off, stopping mid-sentence.

There it is. The pause I’ve been dreading.

The pause that speaks volumes without a single word.

The one that says nothing and everything all at once.

He doesn’t want to be with me. Static runs beneath my skin.

This is where I should cry, beg, make him understand that I want him and I fucking know he wants me.

But Melissa is cowering in a corner, and she’s taken all my empathy with her.

The mix of raw emotions rises like bile in my throat.

The stupidity I feel for letting myself get caught up in this, in him, has me physically ill.

I may have some power over him, but he does not get to have this power over me.

No fucking way.

I don’t feel sad. I’m not upset.

I’m enraged.

“Maggie? You’re calling me Maggie now? Goddammit, I knew this was a mistake!” I seethe as I quickly turn and reach for the door handle.

“Maggie, wait,” he says, placing his arm against the door, keeping it closed. “What’s a mistake?”

I slowly turn around, glaring at him, not giving a fuck about anything.

“Well, Vladimir, since we’re on a non-nickname basis now, where do I start?

You want to know what was a mistake? You.

This. All of this. I didn’t want to admit it.

I kept telling myself I was wrong. I kept convincing myself you could change, but… dammit, I knew you would do this. ”

His eyes widen as he tilts his head. “What did I do? What is wrong?”

“Nothing,” I spit back. “You said nothing. You did nothing; that’s what’s wrong.

” I push his arm aside, stepping out into the hallway and pulling the door closed behind me.

I look down the hallway, taking a half step forward, then back.

I have no clue where I’m headed. I have to get away.

The music blares in my ears as I power-walk away, but I hear his footsteps fast on my heels.

I peek back—he’s catching up to me. I round the next corner, trying to lose him.

But I’m knocked to the ground, the loud crash of china shattering around me.

Fuck, that hurt.

“Oh my goodness, miss, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you.” A waiter stumbles toward me, his tray of dirty dishes is scattered across the floor.

“Oh, it’s okay, I’m so sorry I didn’t see you; I was walking too fast and wasn’t paying attent –”

“GET AWAY FROM HER!”