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I close my mouth. I didn’t know that. But I do now, and it sends a wave of warmth through me. Somehow, knowing that he’s been with nobody but me makes me even hotter for him.

“I have a few ideas for the punishment,” I say, practically whimpering when he rocks his cock against me through my panties. The real punishment would be if Boris stepped away right now, leaving me panting and wet in this closet, but he won’t.

He wants me too much, which is evident by how he reaches down and rips my panties right off me.

Chapter 19 - Boris

Ripping the panties from Fiona is such a turn-on that I can’t believe I haven’t done it before. Chasing her through the club was also a turn-on, but she knew that.

From the start, dancing with that guy was part payback, part foreplay. It’s hard for me to fathom Fiona thinking I could stomach the idea of being with anyone but her—she occupies my every waking thought. Other women aren’t even appealing to me anymore.

I’d forgotten that Miranda was even flirting with me, just trying to talk to her about the upcoming arms shipment, when I noticed Miranda looking down into the crowd.

That’s when I saw Fiona dancing like that, that man’s hands all over her.

He’s lucky I didn’t cut them off and instead punished him with a firm roughing up from my guys in the alleyway and a warning to never return to Noch or else. He’ll also go on a no-admit list for all our other clubs once they open.

It’s perverse, I know, but thinking of the beating that guy is taking in the alley right now only spurs me on as I slip my cock inside Fiona, gasping against her damp skin at the feeling.

It will never not feel like the first time, taking her. I slide out slowly, then pound into her again, feeling as she flexes her walls around me.

Fiona is all hands, running her palms over my chest, grabbing fistfuls of my hair, digging her nails into my back. I slam her into the wall, hiking her little black skirt up around her hips, gripping her, and adjusting her so I can seat myself deep inside her.

She gasps and lets her head fall back against the wall, and I take the opportunity to bite and kiss her neck, leaving a hickey clearly visible above the collar of her shirt. I want everyone in this fucking place, and everywhere she goes, to know that she belongs to someone.

That she belongs to me.

When Fiona starts tipping her hips up against me, desperate to have me deeper, I only get in a few more thrusts before I shudder into her, my seed leaking out onto her thighs.

She’s panting hard when I set her back on her feet. Grabbing my phone, I use the flashlight on my phone to locate some paper towels and help her clean up.

“Guess I just have to go without panties, huh?” she says, laughing when I ball up the towels and throw them in a garbage can. “Unless you have a pair I can borrow.”

“That’s a good idea,” I say, crowding her against the wall. “I should carry a pair of yours with me.”

“That’s not what I meant,” she laughs, but I know she likes the idea of it. Despite the fact that I just came, something doesn’t feel finished. I lean down and kiss her, feeling how taut her body is under me.

“You didn’t come,” I whisper, looking at her. She stares back at me, not saying anything. I was so caught up in getting inside her that I didn’t pay attention to her body. It’s time to correct that.

I drop to my knees, not missing the way Fiona shivers. I throw one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her up to me, and trace around the sensitive skin between her legs with my finger.

She’s already panting, her head against that wall, her hips rolling toward me, begging for more of my touch.

Slowly, I slip a finger inside her, reveling at how warm and loose she is. My cock really stretched her out.

When I press my tongue to her clit, I add two more fingers, turning my hand and feeling her adjust. When I hit that little spot inside her, her body jerks toward me, and I smile against her, knowing she won’t last much longer.

I’m starting to know every part of her, know how to unravel her in record time. I circle my tongue around her clit, pressing her hips into the wall to keep her from bucking them against me.

After she comes, I stand, smiling and wiping my mouth with a paper towel.

“Was that supposed to be a punishment?” she breathes. “If so, I plan to misbehave more often.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” I grumble. “The next time I catch you near another man like that, I’ll lock you in a room for days.”

“Excuse me,” she says, faking like she’s going to push past me. “I need to return to the dance floor right away.”

I laugh and catch her around the waist, pulling her into me. She smells, like always, of warm vanilla. Comfort personified.

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