Page 87 of The Virgin I Desire

I knew how to fulfill that request and I completely left shame aside to allow myself to be carried away by the unstoppable desire. I placed the pillows behind my head and slightly opened my legs, flexing my knees upwards.

I squeezed my breasts, running my hands over my body and getting to know myself a little more while I heard his moans and was encouraged to continue. At the angle my cell phone was at, Mikhail could see between my legs, and look directly at my vagina. I didn't want to think about the madness, I just surrendered to the moment.

With one hand still on my breast, I moved the other down my belly, until I placed it between my legs. I opened my labia majora with my finger and touched my clitoris, which was already hard and pulsating.

I let out a moan and arched my body onto the bed as I stimulated myself with my fingertip. I knew exactly what pressure was necessary for me to feel maximum pleasure. I had only done that a few times before I met Mikhail, but he was showing me that it was okay to touch myself.

My fingers danced over my sex as my legs shook, and my entire body shuddered. I bit my lips to contain my moans. As much as Mikhail would have liked to hear them, I didn't want to draw anyone's attention to what I might be doing.

The pressure was maddening, and the spasms seemed to want to intensify. I let myself go until the tension exploded in a delicious wave of ecstasy, filling every one of my veins and leaving me completely numb. It was delicious, but with Mikhail dictating that dance it was much better.

I heard his moans and realized that he had reached his peak just like me.

I sat down on the bed and picked up my cell phone again, letting him continue looking only at my breasts, which had hardened nipples.

“Do you know that I want much more than just looking at you?”

“Yes.”

“Tomorrow I will go see you.”

“I'll wait anxiously.” I smiled, thinking about the possibility of being with him again.

“I need to hang up.”

“Alright. I love you, Mikhail.”

He smiled at me in a kind way and that smile warmed my heart intensely.

“I love you too, Pietra.”

“That's all we need.”

He might not agree with what I said, but he didn't say it out loud. He hung up the call and I looked at my cell phone for a while until I left it on the mattress and went to get dressed.

I wanted the fingers on me to be his next time, as well as his tongue and his entire body.

Chapter thirty-seven

I left the room with wet hair, dripping on my shoulders after taking a long shower that followed my call to Pietra. I wanted to have actually touched her instead of just looking at her naked image, but I had done what I could at the moment and dealt with my need and frustration a little.

“Sir.” Sergei called out to me as soon as he saw me appear in the hallway.

“I thought you were still with the traitor.”

“Well, he apparently didn't know who was mainly responsible for the attacks you've suffered since you took over as Pakhan.”

“What do you mean he didn't know?”

“In the midst of torture, he could only cry and not say anything.”

“Where is he?”

“Still in the warehouses, but he won't survive for long.”

“I'm starting to believe that the person responsible might be right next to me.” I looked at him with a firm gaze and Sergei took a step back.

“It's not me.”

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