“Seems unprofessional.”
“Some things are more important than business.”
The way he said it made my stomach flip and I had to look away again. He was so fucking intense, I almost couldn’t take it. I glanced around the villa, taking in theocean and the quiet power humming under the surface of everything.
I thought I was following a man who needed to hide. Instead, I had walked into a world just waiting for him to ascend to the throne. Apparently, I had also decided to crown myself his queen.
I was having one of those dreams again. Ever since I crossed the line into risky texting territory with Sasha, I’ve had dreams about him almost every night. About all the things he could do to me.
But this time it was different; this time it felt so real. Normally, his face was blurred, and he was just a hulking figure manhandling me, but there were no clear features. It was a voice in the dark, changing in pitch and timbre, and always leaving me wondering if he actually sounded like this.
This time, however, there was no doubt in my mind; everything was crystal clear and sharp. The dream was vivid; every sensation was magnified.
The pressure in my core, the breath ghosting over my heated skin, the rough hands holding me down. It all felt soreal.
Usually, I would wake up hot and bothered, just before I reached the point of no return, leaving me with no choice but to take care of myself. But not this time. I was so fucking close, I could taste it.
A tremor shook my entire body, my clit throbbing and sending a rush of heat through my veins. I was hot, so fucking hot, and I could’ve sworn actual thrusts were rhythmically rocking my body.
Fuck, this is the hottest dream I’ve ever had.
The pressure between my legs mounted higher and higher until, with a final push, I careened over the edge of the cliff I’d been teetering on. I rolled my hips, little whimpers escaping me, and slowly drifted into consciousness.
I didn’t want to wake up.
“Oh, fuck yes! Come on my cock!” a deep voice rasped from above me. I mewled sleepily; my mind was still struggling to catch up, but my body was responding just fine. My back was arched, pushing my ass out, and the throbbing between my legs was almost unbearable.
“You feel so fucking good, squeezing me like that, baby. Gonna ride this tight little pussy until it’s always drooling for me.”
My face was pressed into the fabric and my breath was coming out in pants. I lifted my head out of the pillows it had been wedged between and blinked.
“Wha—” I gasped softly, trying to make sense of the situation. “W-what’s going o-on?”
Hot breath ghosted across my back as a dark, husky chuckle reached my ears. I realized I was on my stomach, and a heavy weight was settled on the back of my thighs.
“Oh, hi, baby,” Sasha cooed, his cock buried to the hilt in my pussy. “Didn’t realize you were waking up.”
“What are you doing?” I tried to look over my shoulder, but he had one hand in the nape of my neck, holding me down.
“Well, you see,” he drawled, fucking me with shallow thrusts. “I woke up with you grinding on my cock, all desperate and needy, so I figured I’ll … take care of it.”
“I was asleep!” I gasped, trying to resist the temptation to push my hips back into him.
“I know.” His words were accompanied by a sharp snap of his hips. “You were whimpering and moaning for me. Even said my name. So fucking adorable.”
“I thought I was dreaming!” I hissed, wriggling in a half-hearted attempt to escape his grip. “I can’t believe you’re fucking me in my sleep, you sick bastard.”
Sasha snickered. “Sick, huh? Tell that to your pussy. You were dripping before I ever even touched you.”
“You can’t—” His hand fisted my hair, pulling my head back and making it difficult to speak. “Y-you can’t ju-just…”
“I can’t? This was the deal, baby. Don’t pretend I didn’t warn you. Your holes are mine, anywhere, anytime … and I decided now is the perfect time. Just like I’ll probably decide every time I wake up with you grinding on my cock. Now, I’m curious. Tell me…” His necklace ever so slightly brushed against the skin of my shoulder, making a shiver race down my spine as he bent over my back, bringing his mouth closer to my ear. “Do you often dream about me?”
“No!” I choked, but I could hear the lie in my own voice.Pathetic.
“Aw, don’t be embarrassed. I think it’s cute.” He grunted, picking up the pace. “You’re such a perfect slut for me.”
The lingering fog of sleep was now mingling with the dizzying pleasure he was evoking in my body: not an inferno but a slow burn of glowing embers, spreading through every inch of me and unstoppable.