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There’s no way I should be doing this. She’s half my age.

It’s not illegal, but it still feels wrong, like I’m taking advantage somehow.

Not that I haven’t fantasized about this.

We’ve come close so many times, but I’ve always been able to stop myself at the last minute.

She’s young. She’s my prisoner. She doesn’t know what she’s asking.

Except right now, when she’s guiding my fingers over her nipple, that’s a hard argument to make.

I can feel the heat between her legs burning into my lap, and I know if I touch her there, I’ll find her soaked.

And there’s something undeniably filthy about having the little Milov princess grinding on my lap, begging me to take her.

I trace my finger slowly around her nipple, lazily, even as she arches forward for more.

I really shouldn’t do this. A better man than me would put her back in the passenger seat and drive us both home, take a cold shower, and make sure this doesn’t happen again.

Each time, it gets a little bit harder to say no.

She squirms, impatient, and lets out an irritated huff. “I want more than that.”

I click my tongue and stop circling her nipple, catching it between my thumb and forefinger and giving it a soft squeeze until it hardens. “You’re used to getting what you want, aren’t you, princess?”

Her breath hitches, and she stills on my lap, eyes dropping down to watch what I’m doing. “Yes.”

I cup her other breast and start to work on that nipple, circling, teasing, pinching until it’s hard and pink and her hands are kneading at my shoulders. “But that won’t work in here.”

Fuck. It’s taking every ounce of self-restraint not to bend her over the steering wheel right now.

My cock is demanding it. But if I’m going to do this, I’m going to make it worth the guilt I know is going to hit me after.

I’m going to savor it. And I’m going to teach the spoiled brat a lesson in doing what she’s told.

“Don’t tease.” She arches forward until her breasts are just inches from my face. I want them in my mouth, want to tease those nipples with my tongue, but I know that’s what she wants, too. “I know you want it just as much as I do.”

More. I want to bury myself in her for the next four hours until we’re both too sore to move.

Instead of giving in, I flatten my hand against her chest and tilt her back against the steering wheel.

With her knees on either side of my thighs, she’s splayed for me.

That tiny skirt rides up around her hips, exposing her pink panties.

Her cheeks flush as I soak in the sight of her. She looks so damn good. Eyes bright with need and her lips swollen from my kiss.

“Matvei,” she complains, reaching for me because she can’t ever be patient.

“Hands by your sides.” I run my fingers down her chest, between her ribs, to the flat plane of her stomach. She’s so small, so fragile. Can she handle me?

She rolls her eyes. “So bossy.”

I continue my lazy route over her body, circling her breasts, her nipples, the dip of her hipbone, but never giving her what she wants. Not until she obeys. Finally, with a sigh, she drops her hands to her sides.

“Good girl.” I take her nipple into my mouth and suck it to a hard peak.

When it’s as red and pert as I want it, I kiss my way across her chest and do the same to the other one. She twists and sighs beneath me, but when she lifts her hands, I stop, and she drops them back down again. Already she’s learning.

There’s not enough room in this car for all the things I want to do to her. I want to taste her. I want to lay her down and feel her perfect thighs wrapped around my head as I devour her.

I slide my hand up her leg and thumb the crease between her thigh and pussy.

She shudders, her eyes fluttering closed.

Another stroke, a little closer this time, and another, until I brush against the damp fabric of her panties.

She’s completely soaked them for me, turning them a darker shade of pink.

She twists, trying to get more contact, and I use my other hand to grip her hip and keep her steady. “Patience.”

Her eyes open and the look she gives me shoots straight to my cock, all half-lidded and needy. “I want you.”

I rub a soft circle around her clit over the panties and she bucks into my hand. “You’ll have me. But you’ll cum for me first.”

It won’t take much. Her chest rises and falls with her heavy breaths as I rub a little faster, sliding one of my fingers beneath her panties and up her sopping wet pussy. Once it’s slicked, I slide it inside.

Her fingers dig into the seat, but she keeps her hands by her sides as I push another finger inside. She’s so tight, it’s a struggle just to fit two fingers inside of her. I work my fingers in and out, slowly at first until she relaxes and starts pressing into my hand for more.

Each stroke of my thumb brings her a little closer to the edge.

I hook my fingers inside of her and swirl faster until finally she throws her head back and cries out, pussy clamping down around my fingers with every wave of her orgasm.

I slide my fingers out, soaked with her slick, and push her panties to the side.

For a moment I just soak in the sight of her pink folds, then my cock gives an impatient twitch.

“Lift your hips for me,” I say, and she raises up on her knees enough for me to unzip my pants and pull my cock out. My briefs are spotted with precum.

“Oh fuck,” she swears, looking down at my cock, eyes wide.

“You can take it.” I palm my dick a few times, coating the head with precum before lining it up with her entrance. “Nice and slow.”

I take hold of her hips and press up just enough to part her lips. She inhales sharply and I wait, letting her slide back and forth to slick my cock with her wetness before I push up again, popping the whole head inside of her.

She gasps and grabs hold of my shoulders. Another push, seating myself just a little farther inside her, pausing each time to let her tight pussy stretch. She’s so snug wrapped around me, it’s all I can do not to bury myself inside of her with one deep thrust, but I don’t want to hurt her.

We move together, inch by inch, until she’s pressed down into my lap with every bit of me inside of her.

“It’s so much,” she moans, biting her lip and shaking her head side to side.

I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger and kiss her, slowly and gently, until her body relaxes again. Then, I start to move. Slowly at first, letting her set the pace, letting her choose the depth. Every stroke inside of her is pure bliss, and I’m already close.

I focus on her, kissing her, sucking at the side of her throat, nibbling the lobe of her ear. She’s taking it all now, rising up to the tip and sliding back down to the base, her breasts bouncing.

“You look so fucking good taking it all.” I slide a hand between us and rub her clit in time with my thrusts. She starts to tighten around me.

My self-control slips. I snap my hips up to push deeper, harder inside of her, startling a gasp out of her, but she takes it and slams back down on me for more. I circle and stroke her clit, urging her on, savoring every moan that comes out of her.

“I’m close, I’m close,” she mewls, her pace becoming frantic.

Her orgasm rips through her and her pussy tightens around my cock. I grab her hips with both hands and pull her down over and over again, setting a brutal pace. Heat tightens at the base of my spine.

“You’re so tight for me,” I groan out, still awed that she could take it all.

She scratches her nails over my chest, meeting me thrust for thrust. Every gasp I drive out of her brings me closer to the edge.

Hair slicked with sweat, blue eyes rolling back in her head, she’s never looked hotter.

I’ve wanted her since I first laid eyes on her and now she’s wrapped around my cock.

One more thrust and I explode, driving deep inside of her and pulling her down hard at the same time. Seated to the base, I fill her with pulse after pulse of my cum until I’m drained. She collapses against me. We’re both hot and damp with sweat, both breathing hard.

Shit. That was amazing. She knew just how to move, every angle of her hips, every clamp around my dick drove me insane.

In the come down, guilt floods in. She looks so fucking young draped across me.

So innocent. I clear my throat and start to shift her off my lap, zipping my pants back up.

Anya goes pink and grabs her shirt, pulling it on over her head as she sits back down in the passenger seat and smooths her skirt down over her thighs.

I have no clue what to say, and the silence stretches on until it’s painful and completely awkward.

She drops the sun visor down and checks herself in the mirror, running her fingers through her hair to comb it back into place as best she can.

There’s only so much she can do. We’re both disheveled from the fight and the sex, but she still looks amazing.

There’s no way we can do that again. I need to make sure she knows that.

“That happens sometimes, after a fight. All the adrenaline. Makes you do things you wouldn’t normally do,” I say, praying it sounds more nonchalant than I feel.

She flips the visor back up and stares out the window, pointedly not looking my way. “Right. That’s all it was. Just the adrenaline.”

Her voice sounds hollow. I turn the car on and pull back onto the road. It’s late, and we’re one of the only cars on it.

“Grab me a smoke, will you?” I ask her.

My nerves won’t settle. I tap my fingers along the steering wheel while she fishes in the backseat for a moment, coming back with my pack of cigarettes.

She pulls one out, hands it to me, and I light it, the small flame illuminating the inside of the car.

I’m still buzzing from having her. It’s a high even the guilt can’t kill.

Nicotine hits my veins, and I search for something to say, anything to break the awkward silence between us. “That’s the kind of shit the Shevchenkos pull now that they’re allied with your family.”

Anya picks at her nails, still not looking at me. “I don’t think my family has anything to do with this. They wouldn’t hit a place where you’ve got regular people working. They’re careful about innocents.”

I take a drag and turn onto our street. “Doesn’t stop the Shevchenkos. They’re bolder than ever and they don’t give a damn who they hurt. They just want to wipe us out.”

The gate swings open when my car gets close, and I pull into the drive, checking that it shuts before I stop the car, just in case we were followed. Clear.

We step out and the dogs run to greet us, milling around Anya’s legs. She cracks a smile, and something in my chest eases. At least they can make her happy, because she’s looking pretty pissed every time she looks at me.

“Come on, I’ll order dinner. Chinese? Tacos?” I disarm the alarm system and let us inside.

Anya slumps at the table and kicks off her shoes. “Tacos.”

I order extra of everything, as if that’ll assuage some of my guilt. Half my age and I took her in my car like some sort of animal. I wasn’t gentle, either. She’ll be sore tomorrow.

“Do you want something to drink? I can make tea.”

She lifts her head up from her folded arms and gives me a skeptical glance. “Tea? You can make tea?”

I search the cabinets and the drawers, but of course there’s no tea. I don’t drink tea. “Well, if we had some.” I get her a glass of water and try not to hover, busying myself with feeding the dogs until the food arrives.

“I’m tired,” she says, pulling a few tacos onto a plate before getting to her feet. “I’m just going to eat upstairs.”

“Oh shit, your ankle.” Like the beast that I am, I forgot she’d been hurt in the fire. “Let me get the first-aid kit.”

“I’ve got it. It’s nothing.”

I watch her go, smothering the impulse to go after her and pull her into my arms. That’s the opposite of what I need to do, which is put a hell of a lot more space between us.

Once she’s gone, I pick up my phone and call Oleg.

“Call Timofey and Dimoid and get over here, now.”

I can’t do anything about Anya or the hollow in my chest, but I can do something about these goddamn Shevchenkos.