Page 107 of Emerald Malice

“Yeah, yeah. Nothing concerns me. You’ve made that clear a billion fucking times.” I huff out a sigh. “I’m not asking you to let him go. All I’m asking is that he be allowed some freedom.”

“Freedom to spend time with you, you mean?” Andrey asks shrewdly.

I shrug. “Would that be so bad? He needs company. And, come to think of it, so do I.”

“You certainly have a habit of collecting strays, don’t you?” he remarks as he moves towards the door. “You’ve already got a dog to train, lastochka. You don’t need another.”

“Andrey!”

He stops abruptly and turns to me with arched eyebrows and a pained look on his face.

“What is it about me that makes it so hard for you to listen?” Before he can answer, before I can lose my nerve, I walk right up to him, painfully conscious that my breathing is racing as hard as my heart is. “Apparently,” I continue, “the only time I can make you listen is when sex is involved. So, if that’s what it takes… fine.”

His carefully controlled mask slips for a moment. I register a kernel of confusion; he has no idea where I’m going with this.

But a second later—when I lower myself to my knees in front of him—it can’t be any clearer.

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“Get up,” I growl. “Natalia, goddammit, get?—”

She ignores me and forces down my zipper.

My cock practically jumps out at her, nearly hitting her across the face. She raises an amused eyebrow. “Looks to me like you don’t really want me to stop at all.”

“Natalia. I said that’s enough.”

But the warning rings hollow even to my own ears. She clearly agrees, because she cups my balls in one hand and hums appreciatively.

“Why?” she asks innocently. “You’re obviously having fun.”

“This changes nothing.”

Her lips purse. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?”

I have to admit, this new, devious side of her is definitely intriguing. Not to mention, a huge fucking turn-on.

Before I can assure her that, apart from my cum, she’s going to have to swallow disappointment, she’s taken the entire length of my cock down her throat.

What. The. Fuck.

Bright pinpricks of light float across my vision, obliterating everything else from sight. My blood roars in my ears, drowning out everything else.

My body doesn’t even feel like it belongs to me anymore.

It feels like it belongs to her.

She’s taken me so deep that the urge to unload all my pressure into her ravenous throat is already overwhelming. But it’s been so long since I’ve been with her, so long since I felt her sweet warmth, her pulsing heartbeat, the slickness of her desire—I can’t possibly finish this early. I need to savor every second.

I grit my teeth and cement myself to the wooden floors as her head bobs.

Then, much too soon, she pulls away. Her hips sway hypnotically as she walks to the sofa and removes the pale pink t-shirt she’s wearing. Her breasts pop out of the half-cups of her bra, seeming to have doubled in size since I last laid eyes on them.

She fixes her eyes on me as she peels off her pants, revealing red lacy panties.

I have no clue where all this confidence came from—but I fucking love it.

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