Page 92 of Wicked Proposal

She spends her life taking care of others—when’s the last time someone’s taken care of her?

When’s the last time someone’s made her come like this?

As she shakes apart, I lap up all her juices. I’m drunk on the taste, drunk on her voice, drunk on her body shuddering against mine. All I want is to push into the tight, wet heat—but what happens once I cross that line? Once I sink into Mia once and for all?

Get her out of your system.It’s that cold, dark voice at the back of my mind, thepakhanin me.Fuck her out of it. It’s the only way.

She’s panting now, her chest rising and falling as her blue eyes slowly find their focus again. Her fingers have loosened, no longer digging in, but stroking. Caressing.

It makes me fucking furious.Shemakes me furious. How dare she do this to me? Make me lose sight of my priorities—make me lose control?

“Yulian?” she whispers. “Is everything—ah!”

“Quiet,” I snarl, rising to my feet and pulling her flush against my crotch. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Her eyes go dark again. She wants this, wantsme—perhaps just as bad as I want her.

But if she thinks this is going anywhere, she’s dead fucking wrong. This night will stay within these four walls. I’ll make damn sure of it.

I can’t afford a distraction like her.

I shrug off my shirt, then pin her down by the wrists. My cock is throbbing in my pants, begging for release. I haven’t been this keyed up since I was a teenager—what the hell is this woman doing to me?

Fuck her. Get her out. Get it over with.

Fuck her, then forget her.

… if you can.

Mia’s hands work my cock out of my pants. I hear a small gasp when she realizes what a struggle it is to wrap around it completely, but she quickly schools her surprise, picking her rhythm back up.

I suppress a shiver, the feeling of those delicate fingers playing with my shaft driving me fucking crazy.

I tear her bra off and take her breasts into my mouth, one after the other. They’re so full, so sensitive, nipples hard as pebbles under my tongue.

Mia whimpers, rubbing my cock along her seam, as desperate and impatient as I am. “Get inside,” she begs. “Fuck me, Yulian.”

Blyat’.

I can’t wait anymore. Can’t hold off one more fucking second.

I grab Mia’s thighs, spread them open, andthrust.

“Ahh—!” she moans as the head of my cock breaches her. Her walls stretch around it, too full, too much. She’s so petite, I feel like a giant inside her.

But when I force myself to slow down, she urges me on, her hips bucking wildly against mine. “D-do it. I can take it,” she stutters. “Fuck me, need you, need your cock—ahh!”

The last thread of my restraint snaps completely.

I pull her hips up and fuck into her, hard and fast and deep. It’s a brutal, savage pace, but Mia’s moans are anything but pained.

“Yes,” she says, over and over. “Yes, like that, don’t stop?—”

“Blyat’,” I curse, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back in. I can feel the whole length of my cock dragging against her walls, the obscene slaps of skin-against-skin echoing in the four walls of the suite.

It’s borderline pornographic, but I can’t fucking stop.

“You little minx. You’ve wanted this all along.”