Page 64 of Emerald Malice

But as fun as this cat-and-mouse game is, I’m done with it. No more banter, no more quips, no more back-and-forth. I didn’t know what I was coming here for when I first left my office.

But I know now.

With one hand on her throat, I pin her against the wall next to her bed. “You know what I think, lastochka?” I whisper in her ear. “I think you’re a filthy liar.”

I pull at the cord holding her robe together and it parts easily. She’s trembling, goosebumps running up and down her arms despite how warm it is in here.

“Andrey…” she whimpers.

“Let’s see if I’m right.”

My fingers delve past the band of her panties. I drag a knuckle through her throbbing lips and find her absolutely soaked.

I fix her with a cold glare. “Are you done lying to me now?”

“I… I can’t want someone like you,” she admits through gritted teeth.

Can’t. She can’t want someone like me. It’s a far cry from saying she doesn’t.

I part her legs with my knee, just like I did in front of all of her coworkers the other day. “Let me show you what you can have.” My lips trail the soft skin of her cheek. “Let me show you what happens when you tell the truth.”

My lips come down on hers like a sudden storm. I kiss her until she melts to putty in my hands. When she’s breathless, I slide to my knees, ripping her panties off with one tug so I can feast on her sweet, wet pussy while she stands skewered against the wall.

She cries out, muffled screams tearing out of her even with her lips clamped shut. Her nails dig into the wallpaper, looking for something to hold onto.

Grabbing her ass, I hoist one leg over my shoulder and thrust my tongue into her dripping slit. Her hands curl around my head, her fingers weaving into my hair, simultaneously trying to push me away and pull me deeper.

She comes in record time, drenching me in her pleasure and losing her battle to be quiet.

I take her limp body into my arms and carry her to the bed. I rip the tank top off her—the robe fell off somewhere during my pussy feast, long forgotten—and gaze down at her tight little body, glistening with sweat and wracked with fevered pants.

Her eyes are glazed, and she stares up at me dreamily as I take my clothes off.

When I’m standing naked in front of her, her eyes fall to my engorged cock. Her pink tongue darts out of her mouth to run a straight line down her bottom lip, and I know what she wants.

Hungry little bird.

Lucky for her, I’m happy to provide.

I climb over her body, straddling her chest. Then I feed her my cock. She takes me into her mouth, letting me set the pace even as her tongue lashes out enthusiastically to wrap around my shaft.

As much as I want to explode down her throat, I want to explode inside her even more. The thought of my seed filling her up, marking her as mine, is too powerful to ignore. I’m seconds from finishing when I force myself out of her hot, wet mouth and slide down her body.

I align myself with her dripping opening… and wait. Because, as much as I tell myself this means nothing, I know as well as Natalia does that there’s no coming back from this.

We’re crossing a line. Letting a genie out of the bottle.

But fuck it.

Some things are born to be messy.

Appropriately enough, when I drive my cock inside of her, “mess” is the only thing I have in mind. Natalia’s gasp is messy; my thrusts are messy; and by the time I finish emptying myself in her, I’ve made an absolute mess of her.

The only things messier than what I just did to her body are the words that came out of my mouth as I did it.

“… I’m gonna fill you up, baby…” I snarled as I erupted inside her. “… all mine… all fucking mine…”

I roll off of her immediately after the last drop of desire has left me. For a few seconds, all I can hear is the sound of her heavy breathing layered with mine.

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