Page 5 of Koroleva

I shed the dress, leaving only my heels on.

"Better show me everything you're capable of before I pass judgment on your skills."

"That's done..." he growled, sitting on one of the boxes. He motioned with his finger for me to come closer and pulled me in, positioning me right above his hardness, opening me up completely.

He moaned as he felt me grab his hair to pull his head back and savor me eagerly on his tongue, which still retained my taste.

He moved his mouth from mine and greedily eyed my breasts.

"Offer them to me." Though I liked to take the lead in sex, his voice turned me on too much. I took my breasts from beneath and pushed them up for his enjoyment.

I moaned when he pulled on my nipple mercilessly. My sex pulsed, melting over the zipper.

I grabbed his neck and ran my nails along the back while swaying to soothe my excessive appetite. I was going to wet his jeans, any explanations he had to give were his problem, I was ready to enjoy him fully and wasn’t going to hold back.

A couple of hours later, there was a knock on the door.

"Romeo, recess is over." I smiled at the nickname.

We had indeed finished and I was pulling my dress back on. I was sweaty and satisfied. As promised, my mysterious lover was very capable of satisfying my needs with just his fingers and tongue.

"A very romantic name..." I commented, fixing my neckline.

"Do you need a ride home?" he asked gallantly.

"No, I have my own means, but thanks. It was very good," I complimented him, turning to head for the door.

Before I reached the handle, his large body loomed over mine and he pressed my back against his torso.

"I hope you'll be very happy," he whispered in my ear. "They say love is blind and marriage restores your sight." He was a natural provocateur. He grabbed my waist to fit me against him and rubbed his fingers on my sensitive groin. I couldn't help but give him one last moan.

"Lucky then that I'm not in love." He stopped the movement of his fingers.

"Why are you getting married then? A woman like you can have anyone," he insisted.

"Because I'm marrying what I desire most," I responded cryptically. I turned around and smiled at him. He watched me intently. "Enough questions. We agreed you're not a priest and I'm not much for confessionals. All that's left is to thank you for tonight." I gave him a quick kiss.

"Will I see you again?" I thought for a second.

"Who knows, only if next time you promise to have condoms." I had been left wanting more. He raised the corners of his lips.

"I'll keep that in mind. I hope you find what you're looking for in your marriage, good luck."

"I don't need luck; luck is for fools, cowards, and those who don't believe in themselves," I concluded, before moving away from his body. "Goodbye, Romeo."

I rolled the nickname off my tongue like a distant caress and walked away to chase my fate.

3

Wedding plans

My men were waiting for me, leaning on the bar of the venue.

I could tell from their looks that they had been keeping an eye on the place, making sure nothing happened to me while I was having fun.

Next to the storage room, there was an attractive guy who didn't fit in with the rest of the bearded crowd who continued to hoist beers and fill their burgeoning bellies, the result of years of indulging in barley.

The dark-haired man looked at me with a scowl. He must have been the guy who knocked on the door to signal the Italian who had just satisfied me.

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