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DMITRI

I stop Tash before she can leave. “A moment in your office.” Not a request.

Her shoulders tense, but she follows me inside. I shut the door with a soft click.

“There’s no going back now.” I lean against her desk, watching the internal battle play across her face. “You know that, right?”

“I should go.” Her voice wavers.

“Should you?” I shift my stance, letting her see how she still affects me. A blush stains her cheeks. “I notice everything about you, Tash. Every reaction.”

She takes a step back. “This isn’t appropriate.”

“And yet here we are.” I advance slowly. “Stop pretending you don’t want this as much as I do.”

“Dmitri...” A token protest.

“On your knees.” The command comes out rough with need.

Her eyes darken at my tone, and her pupils dilate. She hesitates only a moment before sinking down, her breath coming faster.

I tangle my fingers in her hair. “Good girl.”

The soft gasp that escapes her tells me everything I need to know about how much she enjoys being under my control.

Tash’s eyes go wide as I free myself from the confines of my pants, and I let her take in my size. It’s quite the sight, and her pupils dilate to take it all in.

“Look at you, beautiful kulkoka .” My voice is low, and I don’t miss how she shivers at my words. “My cock is already aching for you, and you haven’t even touched it yet.”

I step closer, running the tip along her cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake. “Suck it.” A blunt command. “I want those full, red lips wrapped around me.”

Her eyes sparkle with desire, and a smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she leans in, her hot breath washing over me.

Her mouth is so close now, and my cock twitches with anticipation. “Take me deep. Suck me like you mean it.” I thread my fingers into her hair, tangling my hand in the silk. “Use that talented tongue of yours.”

She moans softly, the vibration sending pleasure shooting through me. “Just like that,” I encourage, my voice rough. “Make those sexy sounds for me.”

Her tongue darts out, licking the head of my cock, tasting me. “Good girl.”

Encouraged, she takes the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge. “That’s it,” I groan, tightening my grip. “Take more.”

Obediently, she relaxes her jaw, taking me deeper. She sucks gently, her tongue caressing me as she bobs her head.

“Yes, just like that,” I praise, my eyes sliding shut as pleasure courses through me. “Wrap your hand around the base. Squeeze tight.”

She does as she’s told, and I thrust gently into her mouth, rocking my hips as she sucks and slides her tongue along the length of me.

“You love this, don’t you?” I ask, looking down at her. “You love being on your knees for me, sucking my cock.”

“Mmm,” she hums in agreement, the vibration shooting straight to my balls.

This can’t go on much longer. Her mouth is too good, too hot, and I’m close to the edge. With a growl of frustration, I pull out of her mouth, ignoring her whimper of protest.

I roughly pull her to her feet, pushing her back toward her desk. Her eyes widen as I shove aside the stack of papers, sending them fluttering to the floor.

“Dmitri—”

Before she can finish, I lift her and place her on the now-clear surface, the cool wood an erotic contrast to her warm skin. Her eyes flash with surprise and desire as I step between her legs.

This is what I’ve dreamed of. Since we met, I’ve wanted to have her like this—before me, waiting for my touch. My cock pulses with need, but I force myself to go slow, to tease.

I run the tip of my erection along her slick folds, not quite entering her, watching her face as she bites her lip to stifle her moans. Her hips arch off the desk, seeking more contact.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” I tease, my voice rough with need. “You like the feel of my cock teasing your clit.”

She nods, her eyes hooded with desire. “Please, Dmitri,” she breathes. “I need you.”

But I’m not ready to give in yet. I want to draw this out, to savor every moment. I continue to tease her, sliding the tip of my cock through her wetness, torturing us both.

“You feel so good, Tash,” I whisper, my control slipping as my need for her builds. “So fucking warm and wet.”

Her hands grip the edges of the desk, knuckles white as she struggles not to push me inside her. “Please,” she begs again, her hips bucking up to meet me. “I need you inside me.”

“Not yet.” My voice is a gravelly demand. “I want to hear you beg with more finesse.”

Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath. “I want your cock. Please, I need you to fuck me. Fill me up.”

“Better.” I trace a finger along her slit, savoring her gasp. “But I want to hear more. Tell me, what do you want me to do to your pretty pussy?”

Her eyes, dark with desire, lock on mine as her hips writhe beneath my touch. “I want you to fuck it. Please. Slide that thick cock inside me and stretch me so fucking wide.”

The wanton way she begs for it sends a shot of lust straight to my cock. “You want me to fuck that tight pussy, do you?” I ask. “You want me to stretch you around my cock and make you come?”

“Yes.” Her voice is a plea now, all pretense gone. “Please, Dmitri. I need you. I’m so wet and aching for you.”

My control is slipping fast. “Say it again.” A rough demand. “Tell me how wet your pussy is for me.”

Her hands tangle in my hair as she pulls me down for a fierce kiss. “I’m so fucking wet for you,” she whispers against my lips. “You make me so hot. I’ve never wanted anyone like this.”

I groan, my body moving closer to hers as her words ignite my need. I grab her wrists in one of my hands, bringing them above her head. “Such a good girl.”

She arches her back, pressing her chest against mine. “I want you in my pussy,” she pants, her breath hot against my neck. “Fuck me, Dmitri. Please, just fuck me hard.”

The throaty demand sends me over the edge. I slam into her, our gazes locked as her heat envelops me. “Fuck,” I grit out, my eyes sliding shut at the tight, wet pressure.

Her nails dig into my skin, her head falling back as she cries out. “Yes, just like that,” she moans, her legs wrapping around my waist. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

I thrust into her, my hips snapping as her body welcomes me. Her heat surrounds me, drawing me in deeper. I feel her everywhere—the slide of her skin against mine, her breath on my neck, her nails scoring my back.

“Harder, Dmitri,” she pants, legs locking around my waist. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Her words are like a drug, spurring me on. I lean down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss, plundering her mouth as my hips work relentlessly. I want to brand her, mark her as mine, and the thought sends a fresh surge of need through me.

“I want to feel you come around my cock,” I growl, my lips brushing hers as I speak.

“Then make me,” she challenges, raking her nails down my back. “Make me come for you.”

Her boldness sends a jolt of pure lust through me, and I pound into her, claiming her mouth in a kiss that borders on violence. Her moans fuel my desire, and I lose myself in the sensations, the feel of her clenching around me, her nails digging into my skin.

“You feel so fucking good,” I grunt, my eyes sliding shut as pleasure rolls through me. “Tight... so tight.”

“You like that?” she teases, fingers raking through my hair. “You like my pussy squeezing your cock?”

“Fuck, yes,” I groan, my hips snapping as I thrust into her. “You have no idea how good this feels. How much I’ve wanted this.”

“Then take it,” she demands, her voice pure sin. “Take what you want from me.”

I grab her hips and flip her around, pushing her down over the desk. Her moan of surprise turns into a gasp as I smack her ass, leaving a red handprint on her creamy skin.

“You like that, don’t you?” I growl in her ear, burying my cock deep inside her. “You like it when I take what I want.”

“Yes,” she pants, her chest pressing into the cool wood. “More... please.”

I slap her ass again, leaving another mark. “Such a good girl.”

I yank her hair, tilting her head back. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow,” I murmur.

“Yes...” she moans, her voice thick with need. “I want you to. Make me feel it.”

My handprints on her ass are a stark contrast to the delicate fabric of her dress. She looks so modest and conservative, yet she takes everything I give her and begs for more. It’s a stark reminder that the most unsuspecting people sometimes have the darkest desires.

I tighten my grip on her hair, my other hand sliding down to squeeze her breast through the dress. “You have the tightest pussy,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. “It clenches around my cock so perfectly. Designed just for me.”

“Only you,” she agrees, her voice breathless as I thrust into her. “Always you, Dmitri.”

Those words send a shot of lust straight to my cock. Having her like this gives me an irresistible rush.

Her hips arch back to meet my thrusts, her body moving in perfect harmony with mine.

I fist her hair hard and pull her up, changing the angle of my thrusts. “Fuck,” I grunt, my eyes sliding shut as the new position hits her in just the right spot. “You’re so tight like this.”

“Dmitri...” Her voice is a plea, her body tensing. “Right there... don’t stop.”

I pound into her, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the room. “Come for me,” I demand, my voice rough with my own need coiling in my guts. “Come on my cock.”

Her fingers dig into the desk, her back arching as she cries out. Her pussy clenches around me, and her juices flow over my length, soaking us both.

“That’s it,” I grit out, my eyes rolling back in my head as her orgasm sends me over the edge. “Fuck, your tight pussy is strangling my cock.”

I slam into her a few more times, each thrust sending new waves of pleasure through me. With a final growl, I spill myself into her, my cock pulsing as I bury my face in her sweet-smelling hair.

For a moment, we’re both breathless, our bodies still joined. Then, slowly, I pull out of her, her body reluctantly releasing my cock. The sight of my cum dripping out of her wrecked pussy is so fucking heavenly. And that’s when I realize I didn’t use a condom. What the fuck? I always use a condom.

I help Tash stand, steadying her as she wobbles slightly. “I apologize. Going raw was... careless of me.”

“The pill.” She smooths down her dress, cheeks flushed. “I’m on it. And clean, of course.”

“I’m clean as well.” My jaw tightens. “But I never fuck without protection. Never.”

She raises an eyebrow at my vehemence. “First time for everything?”

“No.” I run a hand through my hair. “I pride myself on control. This lapse in judgment...”

“Hey.” She touches my arm. “It’s okay. We’re both adults. Both tested. Both protected.”

I nod, but the loss of control still unsettles me. In my line of work, in my position, control is everything. Yet with Tash, my carefully maintained restraint keeps slipping.

“You do something to me,” I admit, cupping her face. “Make me forget myself.”

Her lips curve. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“Perhaps not.” I brush my thumb across her bottom lip. “But it’s certainly dangerous.”

Her eyes are filled with dark desire. “I want you again,” Tash whispers, her fingers trailing down my chest.

My cock stirs at her words. Fuck. The things this woman does to me. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I like getting burned.” She presses closer, and I can smell her perfume mixed with the scent of sex. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

I grab her wrist, stilling her wandering hand. “Of course I want you. I’ve barely scratched the surface of everything I want to do to you.”

Her breath catches. “Then do them.”

My control—what little I’ve managed to regain—snaps. I crush my mouth to hers, claiming her lips in a bruising kiss. She moans into my mouth, her body melting against mine.

“I should go home,” I mutter against her lips, even as my hands slide down to cup her ass.

“Should,” she agrees, nipping at my bottom lip. “But you won’t.”

She’s right. I know at this moment that I won’t be leaving her tonight. Not when she’s looking at me like that, her lips swollen from my kisses, her body still bearing the marks of my possession.

I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers as I back her against the desk again. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer.

No, I definitely won’t be making it home tonight. Not when there’s more of Tash to explore, taste, or claim.