Page 83 of Ivory Ashes

We’re too close. I want her too much. My plans and self-control are balancing on a razor’s edge. I should pull out and shove her in the passenger seat. Leave her to finish herself off. Show her what happens when she tests me.

But instead of taking my own advice, the thought gives me an idea.

“Touch yourself,” I growl against her mouth. “Come for me.”

Viviana slides her hand between her legs, working her clit at the speed of my thrusts. Her breasts strain against the buttons of her shirt.

This isn’t enough. Fucking her in a cramped car in some random alley is never going to be enough.

“I’m c-close,” she whimpers.

I need her spread out on the bed beneath me. I need her weight on top of me. I need to fill her from behind and I need to devour her from below and I need to feel her come quivering on my mouth and, and, and…

“Mikhail.”

I need to take this woman in every way imaginable.

“Fuck me,” she begs. “Please.”

I need to see her pregnant with my child.

The thought sets off alarm bells in my head, but I can’t hear them over the cries tearing from Viviana’s throat.

My hand slides to her flat stomach as she contracts, pulsing her release around me. The image of her tight body carrying my baby fills my head as I pull her hips flush against my body and come deep inside of her.

Viviana drops her head to my shoulder, breathing heavily. “Holy shit.”

I’m still twitching as I lift her off of me and drop her into the passenger seat. She sags into the leather, limp and sated.

It’s been a long time since I’ve lost control like that. Of my body or my mind.

“It’s been so long since…” Viviana’s voice fades into a soft chuckle. She starts to grab for the spare napkins Pyotr keeps in the center console, but I swat her hand away.

“Don’t clean yourself up. Leave it.”

“You want me to walk around with your cum between my legs? Why am I not surprised?” She bites her lower lip and tugs her skirt down into place. “You’re a real brute.”

“Only when my wife goes out with another man.”

She groans. “It was coffee with a friend; not a date.”

“Would it have turned into a date if I hadn’t shown up?”

Viviana leans closer. Her makeup is smudged from my mouth and my hands, but her eyes are bright when they meet mine. “No other man has touched me in six years. You think I’d give it up for Tommy?”

It’s only been you.

I strap that thought down so I can interrogate it later. Figure out why the fuck this woman gets under my skin.

“Besides, I wouldn’t do that to you.” She reaches for her hair clip in the center console and expertly twists her hair up. “I made you promise there wouldn’t be any other women. That means there won’t be any other men for me.”

Helen hangs like a ghoul over my shoulder. I should really end that engagement before things get messy.

But I’d rather lay the seat back and take Viviana again, right fucking now. Show her that no other man could ever make her feel the way I do.

Instead, I shift the car into reverse. The last thing I need is to cloud my head even more.

“It’s funny, though,” she sighs, mostly to herself.

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