Page 20 of Konstantin

She pulls her leg up over her shoulder and spreads her open, a lazy fingertip feathering down Tessa’s glistening core.

But Tessa doesn’t look at her. She only continues to stare atme.She wants my attention. My hunger. My insatiable need. She thrives in it, and I can’t seem to resist.

My muscles coil, indignation and lust warring inside me. No one else should be touching her, making her feel good. Only me.

She’s mine!

When Veronika’s mouth drops to that gorgeous cunt and she takes her first taste, I grip the edge of the sofa, practically tearing through the leather as I watch them together.

Everything inside me fractures, splinters into something feral, while on the outside, I’m still, composed, the perfect picture of control.

It should bemebetween her thighs. My mouth, my tongue, making her beg. Not anyone else. The thought of her giving that to someone else makes my vision blur. Makes me want to break something.

Orsomeone.

Tessa gasps, back arching like a damn offering as Veronika’s tongue flicks and her fingers push deeper. Every sound she makes drives another nail into my restraint.

I can’t fucking do this. Nu blyat, I’m losing it. What the hell is wrong with me?

I’ve watched women break before, but this?She’sbreakingme.

“Oh God, yes.” Her voice comes out rough, her fingers buried in Veronika’s hair, guiding her with slow, insistent pressure.

Tessa’s lips wind, eyes glazed with lust, and aimed right at me.

She’s provoking me. Taunting me. Playing with fire. And she knows it.

I will punish you for doing this to me. I’ll make sure you never even think about anyone else’s mouth but mine.

“I’m gonna come…” she whimpers, fingers clawing into the leather, body tensing like she’s seconds from unraveling.

No. She won’t.

“Stop. Now.” The command rips from my throat, a guttural growl, raw and untamed, like something caged too long finally snapping its chain.

Veronika freezes, head turning slowly to glance at me over her shoulder, that smug little smile playing on her lips.

She knows. She fucking knows.

I was afraid of this.Terrifiedof it. If I can’t stomach watching her fall apart for a woman, what the fuck would I do if it was a man?

I’d kill him. Right there. Without hesitation.

“Get. Out.” The air in the room grows thick with the fury I can no longer contain.

Veronika rises, smooth and slow, like she’s proud of the monster she just helped wake up. But I don’t care. There’s only one thought crashing through my mind now.

Tessa belongs to me. And I won’t let anyone else touch her again.

Ever.

“Aye, aye, Captain,” Veronika mutters with a grin, her eyes dropping to the bulge in my pants before she wipes her mouth with slow, smug satisfaction.

But I don’t even see her anymore. My focus is locked on Tessa—panting, flushed, legs squeezed tight like she can shut me out after letting someone else between them.

Like hell she will.

The door clicks shut, and I move, forcing her legs apart, hands gripping her knees and spreading her open, baring that soaked cunt she tried to deny me. Her skin’s flushed, lips parted, body still shaky from what she didn’t get to finish. The glassy look in her eyes nearly undoes me.