Page 18 of Twisted Vows

I unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her legs as I kissed my way down her body. She stepped out of them, leaving her clad only in her panties as I knelt before her. I hooked my fingers beneath the elastic, pulling them down and exposing her bare pussy. She was wet and swollen, her clit throbbing with need. I leaned in, darting my tongue out to taste her.

She cried out, fisting her hands in my hair as I licked and sucked at her sensitive flesh. I teased her clit with my tongue, flicking it back and forth as I slid two fingers inside her pussy. She was tight, her walls clenching around my fingers as I pumped them in and out. I curled them upward as I continued to torment her clit.

She bucked and writhed, her cries growing louder as I brought her closer to the edge. I could feel her muscles tensing as I worked her relentlessly. Just as she was about to come, I paused, my fingers still buried inside her as I looked up at her.

“Are you a virgin?” I asked, my voice hoarse with need that I had to suppress, needing to know her level of experience.

She bit her lip as her eyes widened with surprise and a hint of embarrassment. “Yes,” she whispered.

I groaned, my cock throbbing with the need to be inside her, but I couldn’t take her virginity when I was so consumed with lust that I couldn’t think straight. I couldn't make it good enough for her right now. “I can’t,” I said, my voice strained. “Not like this.”

She nodded, her eyes filled with understanding and a little confusion. “It’s okay,” she said softly.

I also couldn’t leave Nika hanging on the precipice of pleasure, her body trembling with anticipation. My fingers danced over her slick folds, teasing her swollen clit as she gasped for breath. Her nails dug into my shoulders, urging me onward as I pushed her closer to the edge.

The scent of her arousal filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of vanilla from the candles flickering on the foyer table. The soft glow illuminated her flushed cheeks and heaving chest, highlighting the creamy expanse of her breasts.

I continued thrusting two fingers inside her slick channel while my thumb circled her clit. She bucked against my hand, her hips grinding into my touch as she chased the elusive release I’d denied her moments before.

“Malachi, please don’t stop this time.”

I couldn’t resist the plea in her voice, her desperate longing echoing mine. I quickened my pace, plunging my fingers in and out of her as I drove her higher and higher. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling beneath me as she clung to the precipice until, with a cry that seemed to tear itself from the depths of her soul, she shattered. Her muscles clenched around my fingers, her back arching as she came. I held her through it, my touch gentle now as I coaxed every last shudder from her quivering body.

As her breathing slowed, and her limbs went limp, I withdrew my fingers, savoring the taste of her release as I brought them to my lips. She watched me through heavy-lidded eyes, her expression a mix of awe and satisfaction that sent a jolt of desire straight to my groin.

But I couldn’t give in to that desire, not yet. Not until I knew she was ready for what came next. Not until I had spoken to Rurik.

I leaned down to press a tender kiss to her lips, my tongue tracing the seam of her mouth as I coaxed her into opening for me. She responded eagerly, her own tongue darting out to meet mine as we tangled in a dance as old as time.

As we broke apart, I pulled back to gaze down at her, my heart swelling with an emotion I couldn’t quite name.

“Show me your cock,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The request was unexpected, and I hesitated, unsure if I could handle the sight of her watching me as I pleasured myself, but the desire and curiosity in her expression was too much to resist.

I stood, unbuttoning my jeans, and sliding them down my hips. My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing as I wrapped my hand around it. I was well-endowed, and though I had big hands, they barely fit completely around my shaft.

She watched with fascination as I stroked myself, her gaze focused on my hand moving up and down my shaft as I grew closer to release. My muscles tensed as I neared the edge. With a final, desperate stroke and groan of pleasure, I came, my seed spilling onto her stomach as I groaned with pleasure.

She licked her lips, eyes dark with desire as I caught my breath. I pulled up my jeans though my cock was still semi-hard as I looked down at her.

“Thank you,” she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude. “For the pleasure and the show.” She winked at me.

I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “More than that next time,” I said.

She hummed with pleasure, clearly liking the idea, and I kissed her once more before I left her apartment, my mind still reeling from the intensity of our encounter. I needed to be careful to keep my emotions in check around Nika before I got in too deep, but as I walked back to my car, I realized it was already too late.

Chapter Eight – Rurik

The aftermath of our raid on the Armenian hackers’ base left a bitter taste in my mouth. Despite our success in disrupting their operations, we hadn't gained any real information that could help us. Even worse, Narek Petrosian had managed to escape from two of our guards, leaving them incapacitated

I retreated to my office, a dimly lit room lined with computer monitors and servers humming with encrypted data streams. The air carried the faint scent of ozone and the occasional whiff of stale coffee, remnants of countless hours spent hunched over keyboards, chasing digital ghosts. It had been a hobby as a child, but I had an unexpected knack for it, and Viktor had encouraged me to learn everything I could about the digital world.

Sinking into the worn leather chair, I immersed myself, fingers dancing across the keys with practiced precision. Lines of code flickered across the screens, revealing fragments of information like breadcrumbs leading deeper into the binary dimension.

A flurry of keystrokes later, I unearthed a trail of encrypted communications, the digital fingerprints of a skilled hacker known only as “X.” It didn't take much time to uncover a link between him and the Petrosian crew.

X’s reputation preceded them. He or she was a phantom in the digital world, capable of slipping past even the most formidable security measures with an almost supernatural ease. Their motives, other than cold, hard cash, remained shrouded in mystery, but their skills were unquestionable, making them valuable assets to any organization seeking to exploit vulnerabilities in cyberspace. X had even done some work for the Yelchin bratva in the past

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