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YULIAN

I can’t take my fucking hands off her.

“Yulian—” She gasps into my mouth, driving me crazy with want. We’re in the elevator, heading up towards the Goldenrod’s luxury suites. My personal suite, where I’ve taken all my one-night stands.

Because, if I take her there, then that’s all she is to me.

“Wait,” she whispers, so close I can fucking feel it. “Maybe we should?—”

“Quiet,” I growl against her lips. “From now on, you only make noise when I tell you to.”

Then I’m on her again.

She moans, soft and keening. Opens up to me like I’m all she’s ever wanted. I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to do this. Every sound out of her mouth goes straight to my dick, turning it harder than goddamn stone.

When the elevator doors finally open, I don’t waste a single second.

I pick her up, swipe my card, and carry her into the suite.

It’s not gallantry.

It’s not seduction.

It’s pure, raw animal instinct.

Drag her into your territory and make her yours.

She wraps her legs tight around my middle. Her dress rides up, exposing those creamy thighs. I sink all ten fingers into them, relishing the little moan she gives in response. Like I’m hurting her in all the right ways.

But it’s not enough for me.

I want more.

When I toss her on the bed, her eyes go wide with surprise. Around her bent legs, her dress flares. It’s an expensive piece—easily worth a small fortune.

I rip it up like it’s nothing.

“Yulian!” she gasps. “That—that was your?—!”

“Don’t care,” I growl. “ This is mine, too.”

My gaze travels over her body, ravenous. Every inch of her is like a banquet laid out just for me. I want to eat her whole.

It’s never happened before. Not like this. Until now, I’ve never met a woman whose form I actually appreciated. They were all just warm bodies, distractions for a night.

With Mia, I never want to stop looking.

But the urge to touch is too strong.

She’s wearing coordinated lingerie. Lilac lace and purple satin. The sight of it on her is enough to drive me insane, possessiveness rising through me like poison.

I yank her panties down and rip those up, too.

Mia’s cheeks flush. Her hands move automatically, trying to cover up what I’ve already seen. “D-don’t stare like that! It’s?—”

“Beautiful.” It’s not what she wanted to say, but it’s the only word in my mind. “ Blyat’, kotyonok. Do you even realize what you do to me?”

Before she can answer, I sink between her thighs.

“Yul—!” she chokes, fisting the sheets. My tongue licks ravenously into her pussy, like it’s the first meal I’ve eaten in ages. Like it’s the only thing that can curb my hunger.

But the more I taste of her, the more I want.

I suck her clit, drinking in the sounds she makes. Hot, desperate, like she doesn’t get a say in what happens to her body now. Doesn’t get to decide how much pleasure she can take.

She’s got that right.

Tonight, I’ll decide how many times she’s coming.

Her thighs wrap around my head, pushing me harder against her. I’m not certain she even knows she’s doing it: every time I glance up, all I see is the quivering mountains of her breasts, still regrettably clothed in lace, and her head thrown back.

I reach out and grab her chin. “Look,” I command. “Look at what I’m doing to you. If you take your eyes off even for a second, I’ll stop and walk out that door.”

It’s a bluff. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. Even taking my mouth off of her long enough to speak is sending me into withdrawal, but I can’t have Mia thinking she’s got the upper hand here.

She can’t know how deeply she’s crawled under my skin.

Slowly, her eyes meet mine. The black of her pupil has eaten away at the blue, leaving only thin rings of ocean around the abyss of her desire.

I dive back into her, fucking her with my tongue.

Her manicured fingers sink into my scalp. “Ahh, Yulian…!”

I palm my cock through my pants, seeking relief. It makes me crazy—how hard she’s digging her nails into me. Like it’s all she can do to hold on for dear life as I strip her self-control away.

And finally, I feel it: that telltale contraction, her hips bucking wildly into my mouth, seeking more.

She’s so close already. I haven’t even fingered her yet, haven’t tortured her clit with my thumb as she begs for mercy, and yet?—

“I’m coming,” she gasps, all helpless need. “I— ahh ? — ”

“Come,” I growl into her pussy. “Show me all those pretty noises you make.”

She moans, high and desperate. I lap into her harder, suck her clit and torture her entrance and yank her thighs flat against my shoulders. When she comes against my face, I want to feel it.

And I do.

It’s wild. She’s wild. This is who Mia Winters truly is, under that tough exterior and spitfire attitude: a warm, quivering mess of need.

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, the pakhan in 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. She makes 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, wants me— 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, and thrust.

“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.”

“N-no,” Mia gasps, “I?—”

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” I pick up my pace, voice twisting into a snarl. “I’ve seen the way you looked at me. You wanted my cock the second you towed my car.”

“I-it wasn’t?—”

“Oh, yes, it was.” I spread her legs wider, sink my cock in deeper. “Were you hoping I’d fuck you right there? That I’d drag you into an alley and make you regret it?”

I can see it in her eyes when the fantasy sets in. “Yes,” she breathes, too far gone to deny it. “But you wanted me, too.”

“Did I now?”

“Y-you bought me,” she says. “You made me undress in your car. You wanted me to bend over and beg for it, didn’t y— ah! ”

There you are. I hold her hips a little higher and pound into that sweet spot all over again, making her scream. “Naughty little kitten,” I snarl. “Always so disrespectful. But that’s an act, too, isn’t it?”

“Ahh—”

“You want everyone to think you’re tough,” I rasp, the pleasure making it hard to talk, to think. “You act like you want to be punished, but I know the truth.”

“W-what’s that…?”

“You want to be a good girl for me.” I wrap one arm around her waist and rub her clit with the other.

She moans so loud at that, I’m convinced the whole floor must be hearing her.

It drives me crazy with possessiveness—the thought of anybody else witnessing this.

Seeing how delicious she looks when she’s so close to breaking.

“You want to be good so bad, it’s killing you. ”

She flushes crimson. It tells me all I need to know: that I’m right about what makes her tick, what makes her come.

“I… I?—”

“But you know what, kotyonok? ” I push her flat against the mattress, chest flush to hers. The next time I speak, my lips brush her ear. “Tonight, you’ve been a very good girl.”

It’s uncanny—how quickly it happens. How quickly her thread, too, snaps.

“I-I’m gonna?—!”

“Come,” I order.

Her head rolls back. Her body seizes. Her pussy tightens into a vise, trapping me so deep, I couldn’t pull out if I wanted to.

But I don’t want to. Tonight, I want to claim every inch of her.

Inside and out, she is mine.

She comes so hard, her nails break the skin on my back.

That’s the last straw. I buck into her, sink deeper than ever before, and see white.

It’s the hardest I’ve ever come in my life. Mia’s body milks me for every drop, her legs locked at the small of my back, her walls fluttering wildly around my cock.

I don’t even realize I’ve been kissing her until we break apart.

The second Mia’s eyes meet mine, I know.

The second her arms wrap around me, warm and inviting, I know.

I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life.