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“Such a greedykukolka,” I growl.

I continue to work my fingers inside her, licking and biting the creamy slope of her heaving breasts and neck. I kiss and suck, deciding to mark her as mine. She screams out with pleasure as I feel the orgasm tear through her. I slowly remove my dripping fingers and lick them clean, enjoying the shocked and aroused expression this elicits from her. She tastes so fucking good.

I plan on leaving things here, my cock is straining against my pants, desperate for release, but I’m determined to wait until later when I can take my time to really enjoy her. But mykukolkahas other plans. She slowly unbuckles my belt and releases my throbbing cock from my pants. Looking up at me she leans forward and takes me in her mouth.

Just the sensation of being inside her mouth, to have those ruby lips wrapped around my cock as I’d imagined earlier almost has me bursting right away. She slowly starts to work her way up and down the length of me using her mouth and hands. She’s tentative and uncertain to start, but soon she gets into the rhythm of it, taking me deeper and deeper each time. She’s looking down, intent on the task, her hair falling in front of her face. I brush it out of the way.

“Look at me,” I command.

She does and the sight almost makes me explode. I enjoy the feeling for a moment longer, planning on sitting her on my cock and making her scream. But then she licks around the tip before unexpectedly taking the entire length of me in her mouth and I lose myself in the moment.

“Fuck, Arianna,” I growl.

Unable to hold myself back I release inside her mouth. My naughty littlekukolkasurprises me again when she swallows all of my seed.

That was fucking incredible. She’s incredible.

I’m totally screwed.

Chapter 17

Arianna

Ihave to admit, I liked having power over Nikolai like that. Making him lose control like he does to me. After we’d come down from the post-orgasm high, we both readjusted our clothing. I hold out my hand for him to hand over my panties, but he shakes his head at me.

“I prefer you with them off,” he says with a wicked glint in his eye.

I’m about to argue back that I don’t fancy the idea of walking around commando all night when a sight stops me in my tracks. Outside the window, in the close distance, I can see the skyline of New York City. The sight takes my breath away.

It’s even more incredible up close than it looks in the movies. My eyes open in surprise and I let out a squeal of delight, peering out the window and eagerly taking in the city. The bright lights and looming skyscrapers look almost magical to my eyes in the twilight. Next to me, I hear Nikolai chuckle, but he says nothing.

Before long, we drive into the underground car park of a tall impressive-looking building. Nikolai gets out and comes around to my side to help me exit. As before, I rest my arm in the crook of his elbow, and he leads the way. We enter an elevator, and he scans a keycard and pushes the button for the top floor.

I’m a little surprised at the fact that when we exit the elevator, we step out straight into a luxury condo since I thought we were going for dinner. The apartment is stunning.It’s massive, taking up the entire top floor of the building. The main area is a huge, open-plan living, dining, and kitchen area with sleek modern furnishings, much like at Nikolai’s house. The ceilings are amazingly high, and the large windows look out over Central Park. It’s an incredible view, one I am sure will be just as impressive, if not more, in the daytime. It's only then that I spot that the dining table is fully laid.

“When you said we were going to the city to have dinner, this isn’t quite what I had imagined,” I say to Nikolai.

“This is safer, we can’t risk your father or his associates seeing you,” he says with a shrug.

“Is this your place?” I ask.

“Yes, one of them. Wine?” he asks, heading toward the kitchen area.

“Sure, thank you,” I say, following him.

He opens the bottle and pours us both a glass, returning and handing me one. “I hope you like white, it pairs better with dinner.”

“I do. Wait, are you cooking?” I ask, surprised.

“Don’t sound too surprised, you already know I can bake. But no, not tonight. I had chefs prepare some sushi for us. I didn’t want anyone else here, so sushi seemed like a safe bet since it’s cold,” he explains before adding, “I can arrange for something else though if you’re not a fan.”

“Sushi’s great,” I reply, touched that he seems to be taking into account what I want for a change.

He busies himself in the kitchen, plating up the food as I enjoy my wine. It’s delicious and no doubt expensive.

As we sit down and start to eat, I ask him, “So, Kimiko told me she went on business to Japan recently. Have you been before?”

“Yes. Many times,” he replies, casually, as though it’s a standard thing to be so well-traveled.

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