Page 159 of Emerald Malice

“Lastochka…” he growls.

I lift my hips higher and align his cock with my slit. I’m so wet that his cock slips inside me with zero pressure.

“I didn’t want to have to do it this way,” I trill in fake apology. “But you’re leaving me no choice.”

With that, I sit down on his cock.

“Fuck,” I moan as he disappears into me. I’m already so close to coming and we’ve barely even begun.

He looks like he’s not far from the edge himself. His hazy, desire-dappled eyes are focused on me. His hands strain against the scarves, but I did a good job with the knots. He’s gonna have a hard time freeing himself without my help.

“You’re not getting away that easily,” I grit out, riding my hips back and forth. “I’m not stopping until you give me a baby. You’re gonna stay right here, tied up and at my mercy, until you’ve got a baby in me.”

“You really want my baby in you?” His jaw is clenched, his hands balling into fists as I steal my pleasure from him.

I arch my back as the intensity builds. “More than anything. I want you to fill me up. I want to be yours—inside and out.”

Broken curses spill from his lips. “I want to touch you.”

Every time he strains against the ties, I buck my hips harder, I bounce faster. I’m not capable of forming words anymore. I’m not capable of doing anything other than riding him, taking us both to the conclusion we need.

“Oh, God,” I whimper. “I’m so close, Andrey. I want you to finish inside of me. Fill me up. Please.”

With a roar, he comes deep inside of me, taking me over the edge with him.

Ripples of heat and pleasure ravage my body until I can’t sit up. I fall against his chest, his thundering heartbeat in my ear.

“Jesus Christ, woman,” Andrey says breathlessly after long, silent minutes have passed. “Where the hell have you been all my life?”

57

ANDREY

Natalia’s phone buzzes as I pull along the curb in front of her office, and she lunges for it like it’s her last lifeline. When she drops it in her lap with a frown a second later, I know it wasn’t who she hoped.

“Katya still hasn’t responded?”

Natalia shakes her head, chewing at the inside of her lip. “She hasn’t responded all weekend.”

“Maybe she’s busy?”

Fuck knows we’ve been busy. In bed, in the shower, on the kitchen counter. I’m actually not sure when Natalia had time to text Katya. Her hands and/or mouth have usually been pretty thoroughly occupied.

“Shura hasn’t spoken to her, either,” she says. “No one has heard from her in days.”

“They probably just had a fight,” I suggest. That would explain Shura’s bad mood the last couple of days.

“No, Katya doesn’t do the silent treatment. When she’s pissed, she screams. We’d know if they got in a fight.”

I squeeze her hand reassuringly. “Go to work and try not to worry. I’ll look into it.”

“You think there’s something to look into?” she asks in a panic.

“Just to be safe. I’m sure it’s nothing, but I’ll go check on her.”

Natalia doesn’t look convinced, but I am. After a weekend of fucking Natalia absolutely silly, the world seems rosy and harmless and easy to bend to my will. With a hand on the small of Natalia’s back, I usher her into the office building.

The moment she’s inside, though, I turn to Leonty. “Don’t let her out of your sight.”

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