She blinks like she never considered the thought. “Do you want me to?”
“Fuck yes.”
I sink my cock and grind my pelvis against her outer sex. I circle my hips, stimulating her clit. Her sweat-glazed face ripples with tension. A cry bursts out of her throat. She clamps her eyes shut and stifles a moan. The walls of her pussy convulse. Her whimpers break free, falling on my ears like the sweetest of blessings.
“That’s right,” I muttered viciously, pushing her knees back onto the mattress to open her body to me further. I come up on my toes, my feet digging into the bed and finding traction as I fuck her climaxing pussy with wild abandon.
The sound of the bed creaking at my hard thrusts melds with that of her frantic cries and my own pounding heart.
God, it’s so good.
I didn’t mean to take her so ruthlessly—at least not this first time, but something snapped in me when she climaxed. I was suddenly overwhelmed by pure raging lust.
It doesn’t take long before I fall over the edge.
I come with a deep, beastlike roar, my sinews seizing as pleasure crashes into me.
Moments later, I fall over her, burying my face in her neck as I pant wildly for breath. She wraps her arms around me, hugging me tight and I fill my lungs with the sweet smell of her, letting it calm my buzzed nerves.
I thought I’d be no better than my father, but from the moment I set my eyes on Mila Voronin, I knew I’d never treat her like my father treated my mother. But still…a subconscious part of me held back, waiting to prove myself wrong.
Now that I’ve had her though, I’m never letting her go.
She’s mine.
Chapter Seven
Mila
“Fuck, Mila!”
I grip onto the desk harder, my body violently jerking forward with the force of his thrusts. But he doesn’t relent, ramming into me again. And again. Until nothing but the sound of his fucking me from behind fills the office.
I grind my teeth hard, trying to be quiet despite the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me. It’s enough that anyone could walk in on us at any moment, the least I can do is not attract passersby.
But it’s hard. Oh, it’s so hard…
He feels so, so good.
I arch my back, dropping my forehead to the desk, as I try to catch up with the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.
Then, like it’s not enough that I’m barely holding myself up, he reaches around my hip and slides his hand between my folds, the pad of his finger stroking my clit in time with his deep, rhythmic thrusts.
“Oh, God,” I whisper. “Holy fuck! Yes…yes, Daddy!”
And suddenly, my body gives way, falling forward against the table. I slam my left palm over my mouth as a powerful scream tears through me. I’m coming so hard my body is shaking with the force of it.
Andrei growls, spanking my ass again so hard that I flinch and clench around him. He hisses, tugging my hair with a forceful pull as he comes hard and hot inside of me.
As if on cue, Andrei’s phone starts to ring. I laugh softly, breathless, my forehead still resting against the desk. He groans under his breath and reaches for the phone like it personally offended him.
“This had better be important,” he mutters, already answering as he steals one last, deep kiss from me—possessive, unhurried, like he’s reminding both of us who I belong to before turning his attention elsewhere.
I smile to myself and slip away while he’s distracted, padding into the adjoining bathroom on shaky legs.
The mirror tells on me immediately.
My cheeks are flushed, my hair messy. And I have that soft, dazed look I still haven’t learned how to hide. I rinse my hands, smooth myself out as best I can, and let out a quiet breath, grounding myself.