Page 132 of Scarred Angel

She whimpers, turning her head just enough to glimpse the patrons below. Rows of shooters lining up, unaware of how I’m ruining her, how my face is buried between her thighs, savoring every delicious drop.

The sight alone makes her legs shake.

She lifts off the desk with a sharp inhale, nipples hard under her tank as she braces herself on her elbows.

“Fuck…please…”

I don’t give her time to beg. My tongue circles her clit once, then I suck her into my mouth, hard. She cries out, one hand slapping against the glass behind her as her body jerks.

“That’s it. Sing for me,” I growl, angling her hips higher, my breath hot against her. “Let them hear you, Ptichka. Let them know you’re mine.”

Below, someone reloads. A man fires a rapid triple-tap. A woman adjusts her stance and sends a clean shot downrange. And above it all, Valentina is unraveling for me.

Her thighs clamp around my head, shaking, trying to escape the pleasure even as she drags me closer.

“Maksim, I-I’m coming…”

“Drip for me.”

One more stroke of my tongue and she breaks open, head thrown back, mouth parted on a sound that hits me right in the center of my chest.

Her release pulses against my mouth, and I don’t stop. I drag my tongue through every aftershock, forcing her to feel every second of it.

“Too much?—”

Her voice cracks, legs trembling, but she doesn’t push me away. She never does.

I pull back slowly, wipe my mouth with my thumb, then lick it clean as I watch her fight to breathe.

“Up,” I say.

She barely has time to gasp before I spin her around and bend her over the desk. Her palms slam onto the wood. Her ass is glistening.

I drag my hand down the curve of her spine and grip a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back just enough to hear her moan.

“Hands and eyes on the glass.”

She does as she’s told, ass in the air, greedy little cunt searching for me. I line up and push inside, a sharp breath ripping from my chest as her heat clamps around me.

“Fuck,” I hiss, eyes falling shut for a second before I force them open again. “Look at yourself, baby. Don’t you dare look away.”

My hand finds her throat, fingers curling tight.

“God, I missed you all fucking day. What have you done to me, Valentina?”

She exhales a broken laugh that turns into a moan when I thrust again—harder.

“I need you to know something,” I say, kissing her shoulder. “You belong to me the same way I belong to you—violently, completely.”

“I know, Maksim…Always yours,” she breathes, pushing back into me, taking me deeper. “But don’t fucking stop.”

I pull her back by her hair, arching her spine until her mouth is inches from mine.

“I love it when you beg,Ptichka. When I have you like this, spread open on my cock.”

I take her mouth in a brutal kiss, swallowing the gasp that tears out of her when my other hand slides between her legs and finds her clit. She jolts and nearly collapses.

“Fuck—there—right there,” she whimpers, voice cracking on every word.