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Chapter Four

DEMYAN

Erin.

Her name is Erin.

It’s pretty. Like her. And she’s fucking amazing in bed. Her cunt is tight. And she’s so responsive it’s a wonder I didn’t come in my pants.

She’s sleeping naked. One tit peeking out, her hip showing, the white of the quilt tangled, and her blonde hair is spread out around her.

I wasn’t fucking kidding about the prick who hurt her.

So fucking obvious. Her hesitancy, the way she kept drifting to start with. Normally, that’d piss me the fuck off, but it was more like she was comparing and coming to some kind of realization.

Hopefully, it was one that told her if she could come like that with a total stranger, then it was him and not her.

Of course, this isn’t my business. She’ll be gone by tomorrow and I need to get shit done.

The party’s tomorrow night, so I need to go to the jeweler’s, a beautiful one, not a big name, to pick up the piece I’m having designed for Alina—a pendant, along with a belly button ring that my father would give birth to kittens over if he found out about.

I know about the piercing. And I like the idea of her having something that’s special for her, a secret.

After all, I took her to the parlor for the piercing.

It was either that or Alina would have found someone subpar.

I shift my gaze from Erin to the phone in my hand and read the message again. It’s late. If I head out at five to take care of this shit, then… I crush the phone tight.

She shifts behind me in the bed, a soft sound escaping her lips in sleep, and in the half light, I turn and set the phone down. Yeah, I’ve got time to indulge.

Taking hold of the quilt, I pull it off her, revealing her slender limbs, the fullness of her tits, and I start at her feet, kissing my way up, parting her thighs, and feasting on her sweet cunt.

Long slow licks are like a taste of heaven and she moans low, her hips undulating up and into me, rocking as her thighs spread.

I push a finger into her. She’s hot and wet, the narrow canal soft and inviting.

The lips of her pussy are pinkish red, still swollen from me fucking her.

I push her legs farther back, licking down, then all the way up as a slow spasm hits and she gasps.

She’s still mostly asleep, a sweet spot of vulnerable and pliability as I move up.

My cock’s hard again, needing warmth. I need to fill her with my cum once more.

Her pussy squeezed me last time like she milked me, and I already know what I’m going to do.

I want all her holes. I want to mark her.

Make her mine in some indelible way.

Even if we never meet again, which seems unlikely, she’s number one in my spank bank and I want to imprint on her so deep that when she does the sweet slide, I’m her go-to.

I push into her as I rise up over her, thrusting slow and deep, and she’s already coming.

Her pussy is a fucking magic thing that clenches me, and I want to be in here forever.

I kiss and bite her throat as her legs suddenly snap tight at my hips and she lets out a strangled little sobbing moan as she opens her eyes.

The lust and need and pleasure there fuel me and I fuck her harder, keeping the pace steady as her arms come around me.

Erin makes tiny gasps, and they’re pure fucking music.

I pound into her harder, wanting to lift the pace, but keeping it where it is because I know she’ll come around; the tiny ripples of aftermath of her orgasm that woke her tell me.

She seeks my mouth and I kiss her, hard. It’s the kind of untamed filthy kiss I wanted to give her earlier, and now I do. I delve in deep, then I pull back, biting down hard on her lip and she comes around me, hard.

I don’t stop. I pound harder, needing her to rise again and I know she will even as she tries to pull back. “Work for me. Give me all your orgasms. Give me your all, darling. Come.”

She moans low. “I can’t. I can’t. It’s too much.” Her fingers dig deep into my skin at the back of my neck and she rocks up into me even as she starts to shake. “It’s too… oh… my… God…”

Her “god” is a shriek in the air and she shatters, coming so fucking hard that I slam into her through it, riding her wave, my spine tingling all the way to my balls that tighten.

I swear to fucking God my dick gets bigger, harder, and the ache there is borderline agony.

I’ve never wanted to come so much in my life.

And her cunt crushes down on me over and over and finally that rush of pleasure, dark, sweet and wild, sweeps me and my cock jerks and twitches and I come deep inside her.

I roll off her onto my back, breathing hard. “I had to have you.”

She pushes a mass of blonde hair from her eyes as she props herself up, hand on my abs, and she looks at me. “You know I’m going to have to charge you double.”

I start laughing, and it’s like a weight lifted one I didn’t know I had. “I’m not done.”

“What are you? A machine?” she asks, slightly breathless as her fingers softly stroke my belly, and unbelievably, I’m not because, like a sorceress, she’s performing magic and making me rise again. Her hand shifts lower, brushing my junk.

And her eyes go wide. “Oh my goodness, I think you are.”

“For you.” I want her. I can’t and won’t deny that.

But I like the ease of nothing between us, not even notions or a minute’s worth of history outside this room. It means we can be anyone we want and I want… I just want to play.

My day’s about to explode into a nightmare of logistics and possibly blood before it hits nine in the morning, and then—I don’t want to think about the bratva.

I don’t want to think about the perpetual cloud of disappointment that’ll come and the sidestepping of taking care of the trouble coming before it arrives.

For Alina. That’s what I tell myself. For her. I do it all for her.

My father’s only redeeming quality is the love he has for his baby. But even then… I don’t trust him not to try to sell her to someone for a better alliance. So I’ll make those. To make sure her life is her own.

“For me?”

I smile again. Erin makes it easy, even though I’m not a smiler. I’m not one given to showing emotion, any cracks in my armor.

But. Again. This is a moment out of time.

“Yeah.” I turn my head, her fingers wrapping about my cock, pulling it lightly, her thumb exploring the head, that sensitive underside, and I groan. “So how much? Are you open to negotiations?”

“Like a twofer?”

“More like the whole package. There has to be a discount.”

“Don’t you have money since you can afford to book this suite?”

“Oh, Lyubimaya ,” I say, capturing her chin as my cock jerks under her administrations, and I pull her mouth close. “That’s how you get rich. Bargains.”

She kisses me, laughter on her lips, then she pulls back. “I’ll see how you do.”

“Not all things in bargains are about money.”

She blushes hard. “Oh.” Her gaze goes to my cockhead and then back to me and she says, “I’m not very good at it.”

“False modesty,” I say, deliberately sidestepping her serious note. “Too bad I know better. All the best escorts can blow a man properly.”

She swallows, and though I’m teasing, she takes it as gospel and goes down on me and the moment her lips meet my cock, the humor’s gone.

I need to be in the back of her throat. I clench my teeth and let her play, explore. Erin licks along the veins, down to the base, and her tongue slips farther down, over my balls, and she sucks one. My hiss of breath seems to scare her.

And she backs off.

“Too good, darling. Way too good. Your mouth is also magic. Suck me in deep. As far as you can go and I’m gonna try to keep my hands to myself.”

“Why?”

“Because, Erin, I’ll be fucking your throat like it’s your cunt if I don’t.”

“Oh. ”

She starts in and I shove my hands behind my head and my body’s a live wire of electric current as she does that.

At first, she licks around the head, cleaning up the pre-cum, licking me clean of our juices. She bathes my length, coming back up to the underside of the head that makes me shudder and clamp my teeth hard together.

And then. Oh fuck. Then she sucks me in.

Her teeth scrape a tiny bit. Just enough that gives it grit and edge, like I fucking love it.

Rough and hard so I can throat fuck is the name of the game and here I am.

Demyan fucking Yegorov letting a girl set the pace.

She’s young, no more than twenty-two or three, and I bet she can count the sexual encounters of her life on one hand with fingers to spare.

I really don’t care. Not usually. Why should I want innocent? It’s clumsy, boring. And my tastes run to older, more sophisticated women.

But there’s something about her.

Something that crawls under my skin. Lights, matches, and sets things alight inside me and I’m struggling, really fucking struggling to find things to think about other than the mind-blowing head she’s giving me.

Erin works me over, trying to fit as much in her mouth as she can. And she’s struggling, but fuck, the way she tries, choking, sputtering, drooling, is one of the hottest things ever. This is an honest, enthusiastic blowjob and I’m so turned on it’s a wonder I don’t blow a fucking fuse.

She tries to go down and swallow me and she gags. The spasms of her throat work my cockhead and shit—I’m going to come if I let her keep going.

“No.” I pull her off and up and I kiss her long and hard and deep. “That’s not where I want to come. I want your ass.”

“My—”

“I want all of you. ”

She’s lost, and I take that and run. Her eyes are pools of sleepiness and satiation and the tendrils of arousal.

“I’ve never…” Erin looks at me and fuck, if there isn’t trust there. I don’t know why. Outside the fantasy, she’s got no reason to. And she shouldn’t. She isn’t anyone. She isn’t my tight inner circle. She’s a chick I decided I wanted to fuck.

The moment the thought hits, I want to take it back. Because regardless of the truth in those words, there’s the other thing I can’t deny. The fact there’s something spectacular about her. Special.

And she isn’t mine.

But tonight, she is.

“It’s up to you, Erin.”

“Caution to the wind,” she says, voice wobbling, “right?”

I’m up, halfway to the bathroom to get the lube I carry, when she speaks again.

“If… if I don’t like it, if I change my mind…”

I look at her. “We’ll stop.”

I get the lube and go back to the bed and it’s a wild out-of-body moment I have. Ass, mouth, pussy, I love them all. A hole is a hole as they say and the women I bed never say no. They’re hungry for it; they want to be a notch.

This woman, Erin. She isn’t a notch. She’s different, so the moment I’m ready to ease into her ass, if she changed her mind, I’d stop. I know it. Fuck, if she just wanted to make out like teenagers, I’d do that too. Her mouth is that good.

I kiss her, taking my time. Her throat is delicate, her pulse throbbing hard as I suck on it gently.

I spread lube on my fingers, then I slide my thumb into her cunt and then my finger into her ass.

I rock in and out of her, letting her get used to it before I add another finger.

I’m biting and sucking on one of her nipples.

That hard little nub, all that soft flesh, it’s hard to not want to go to town and lose myself .

But I stretch her open before adding a third finger and when she moans and starts to rock, I slide farther down, sucking her clit and using my tongue to bring her up and into orgasm.

The moment she does, I pull out, and she’s lost in it, so I move back up, hooking her legs on my shoulders. Grabbing my cock, I ease slowly into her, inch by inch.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” Her eyes go wide and she bites her lip.

I stop. When she doesn’t protest, I push a little farther into her, more and more, until finally, I’m balls deep.

She’s tight everywhere. Some guys might carry on about that, but it isn’t one passage being tighter; it’s the act, the feel. Her ass is a stretchy thing, so when she’s used to it, I can slam home even harder than I can in her cunt.

I start to fuck her and there’s real delight in her ass. I pick up my pace as she digs her fingers into my arms and she lifts to meet each thrust. I kiss her. I need her mouth. I need her tongue. I need all her magic. I’m fucking addicted to her.

She shakes and pulses, and she’s fucking coming again.

This girl is orgasmic. And she has the insane ability of setting me off.

The pleasure sweeps through me, and I ride through her orgasm.

The intensity of it has her eyes rolling back and her scream is voiceless.

She clutches at me, biting me on the shoulder, sinking her teeth in deep and sharp and setting off my own orgasm.

I come in her deep, shuddering. When we both come down, we lay curled, her skin damp, arms boneless as she molds into me.

I brush my lips over her temple. “You okay, Erin?”

“Better than okay. That was… intense. Intimate. I never thought…”

“About that bill…”

She rubs her cheek against me. “You can settle it in the morning. ”

And I hold her until she drifts off. I hold her until I have to get up, pack, shower, and go.

Walking out that door on my one-night stand that’s breathed something into me is the hardest thing I’ve had to do.