Page 53 of The Councilor

He snagged my arm.

I kicked out as I’d done before.

He spun me over onto my stomach, issuing several brutal cracks of his hand against my backside before rolling me over once again.

I was still in a playful mood, laughing even as he crawled onto the bed. But the man was serious. I could tell and not just by the look in his eyes but also by the way he wrapped one hand around my throat while straddling my upper body.

“You will learn. One way or the other. Open that mouth of yours.”

I obeyed instantly this time. I honestly wasn’t certain if I liked anything as rough as what I knew he could give but pushing every button seemed the right thing to do. I slammed my fistsinto his chest, trying to laugh as well as pull myself out of his hold.

He did little more than dig his fingers into my skin while wrapping his hand around the base of his cock. “Open up or else.”

Which of course prompted me to purse my lips shut. I already noticed several drops of pre-cum and it was impossible not to dart out my tongue. He rolled the tip around my lips, finally allowing me to gather the incredible beads in my mouth.

The taste instantly set my soul afire. Sweet and tangy at the same time, I was shocked how much I liked it. Then again, I did enjoy just about every aspect of the man.

“Good girl. Now, wider. Much, much wider.” His voice was throaty, a whisper of velvet caressing my naked skin.

He made it impossible not to open my mouth like the good girl he wanted me to be and without hesitation, he thrust several inches inside. Thank God, it wasn’t more or I would have choked on the thickness.

He was huge, but I did my best to relax my throat, swishing my tongue back and forth as he gently thrust. With his big warning, I wasn’t certain what to expect but he was being more tender than I believed he could be.

As soon as I didn’t seem to have any issue obeying him, he took his hand away from his cock, planting it on the comforter over my head. There was no doubt he was in full control.

And I loved it.

I managed a few seconds later to wiggle my arms free, instantly sliding one hand between his legs while I returned to twisting my hand on the base of his shaft.

His breathing was so labored his chest was rising and falling. I even noticed the vein on the side of his neck was pulsing erratically.

He began pumping a little faster, a little harder until the tip hit the back of my throat.

“I think I’ll do this every day. When we wake up, you suck my cock. When we go to bed, you suck my cock. Come to think of it, anytime I point to the floor, you’re going to crawl toward me and suck my cock. I don’t care if we have visitors, that’s part of your duties.”

I wasn’t honestly certain if he was kidding or not, but the salacious thought kept my pussy throbbing.

The scent of both of us was now almost as powerful as his actions.

He was enjoying himself tremendously, starting to fuck my mouth like a wild man. I knew him to be a savage, but he was determined to prove it.

I did my best to keep some control but around him, it was all but impossible. I finally gave in to him, staring up at him with lust in my eyes as he fucked my mouth.

This was filthy, so sinful I had a feeling we’d both burn in hell, but I didn’t care. I continued to suck and swirl my tongue, enjoying every moment of the way he was panting like an animal. At least I knew I was getting to him just like he’d done with me.

We might be an odd combination but the joy of relaxing, of the extreme passion was unlike anything I had or thought I’d experience.

He continued pumping into my mouth until I squeezed his testicles again. His sounds were now more leonine as he threw his head back, roaring toward the ceiling. I prayed to God the walls were soundproof.

Seconds later, he pulled out, jerking back onto his feet with enough force I was certain he was going to stumble and fall. I rose onto my elbows, licking my lips in an exaggerated way just to continue teasing him. The look on his face was completely carnal.

I was given quite the fantastic view as he raked his hands through his disheveled hair. Even his eyes appeared dilated, but it was his muscular, carved body I was more interested in. I allowed my eyes to fall ever so slowly down from his face, marveling at the number of tattoos. I knew each one had a meaning, at least two with Russian sayings. At some point, I’d ask him what they meant. For now, I was enjoying the colorful ink.

Why was it that so many men had tattoos covering portions of their bodies? The only difference with him was that in a buttoned-up suit, no one would know who or what he was. He was truly an icon inside any courtroom, setting the tone for all the other attorneys, new or experienced. I couldn’t wait to see him in action.

Sadly, I had the distinct feeling that it would be the first and last time. I’d heard him mention to one of his men that he was going to take a leave of absence. Was there that much danger floating around us? I guess in my position I would soon learn the ins andouts of the mafia business, more so than with my father. He’d done his best to shut out all three of his kids.

With Aleksander, I had a feeling he didn’t care what I knew. He would be forced to trust me as I would with him. The thought was honestly riveting.

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