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I find her ear with my mouth. “And I thought the way you came on Elyah’s gun as I fucked you with it was messed up. The harder I push you, the wetter this pussy gets.”

As I talk, I rub her with my fingers and her breathing grows heavier. She’s desperate to cry out, but she keeps biting back her moans. If she wants to come—and Lilia wants to come—I’m going to hear her scream. Everyone on this plane is going to know what we’re doing in here.

I pull out and shove her face-first onto the bed. “Ass up. Now.”

Lilia lays on her belly, twisting her hands in my leather belt that’s holding them behind her back. She wants to be fucked, and I plan on screwing her. “You want to come? Get that ass up and let me shove my cock hard and deep into that needy pussy.”

“Kirill—” she begins, furious and flustered at the same time.

Lilia gathers her legs beneath her and gets on her knees, her cheek still pressed against the mattress. She even arches her back so her wet slit is bared to me. The physical expression ofplease fuck me.

My mouth falls open. This is a fucking trick.

Isn’t it?

I look toward the door, and then back at her. She can’t unlock anything and escape when we’re thirty-five thousand feet in the air.

While I’m still hesitating, Lilia says, “I don’t think my dad is mad enough yet, do you?”

I can’t take my eyes off her glorious pussy, offered up on a platter. She’s a Venus flytrap and I’m falling into her snare. I grasp the root of my cock and sink into her.

I groan, holding tight to her hips as I start to thrust. Deep, greedy thrusts. It shouldn’t feel this amazing. But it does. Holy hell, it does.

Suddenly, the door is wrenched open, and Konstantin stands framed in the doorway. He takes in Lilia naked and ass up on the bed, her knees spread and back arched, behaving like the slut she is.

My rhythm doesn’t stutter as I catch my boss’s glare.

“The diamonds, Kirill,” he reminds me.

“Well, they’re not in her pussy.” I’m checking fucking thoroughly.

I loosen the knot binding her wrists and pull the belt off. “Rub your clit for me,detka. Give Kostya a good look at how his precious Number Eleven loves to be fucked.”

Lilia reaches between her thighs and swirls her fingers on her clit. She moans, and the expression of ecstasy doubles on her face. She watches Kostya, lips parted, and her cheek pressed into the blankets.

Kostya keeps a straight face but his nostrils flare. He’s dying to rip his clothes off and join us on this bed. “Isn’t she too conscious for your tastes?”

“Horny and angry is just as much fun. Who knew?”

MyPakhanwatches me screw Lilia for a few more moments. Over his shoulder, Elyah can see us, and I hope Brazhensky can, too. Kostya slams the door closed and leaves us alone.

I pull out of Lilia and flip her over onto her back, and she gazes up at me, panting and flushed. She hasn’t come yet and neither have I. My gaze roams from her mouth to her tits to her pussy, wondering where I should blow my load.

But there’s no contest. I grasp her hips and yank her down the bed toward me. Poised to sink into her, I take hold of my cock and growl through my teeth, “I nearly fucking lost it when Kostya nutted in you, and then Elyah. I thought for sure you’d make them pull out, but you’re a greedy bitch. I bet you were panting for their cum.”

Lilia’s face is flushed, and she stares at my dick and then up at me. My mouth hooks into a smile. If only she knew that we’ve been here before.

“Watch,” I order her. As soon as she lowers her eyes to my length, I push it slowly inside her. I take my time, fucking her with steady thrusts while my thumb swirls on her clit. I could get addicted to the expressions of pleasure flitting over her face. She bites her lip. Then her brows draw together and upward. For a moment she smiles.Fuck.

“Your pussy is so ripe I could breed you right now. You want my baby,detka?”

“You want me pregnant?” she replies in a strangled voice.

I slip my hand around her throat and squeeze, and her eyes fly open. How can I not when she looks so pretty like this? Just a little squeeze to make the blood rush to her head and make her come even harder for me. I admire my tattooed fingers around her delicate neck, squeezing and releasing. Playing with her until she’s not certain whether she’s going to come or die.

“Try and run from us with your belly full of my child. You won’t be able to.”

Lilia’s eyes flash. “You think you’d own me if I were pregnant?”

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