Page 166 of The Harbinger

I slid off the couch, knocking a cushion to the floor, the same one he’d used to help cradle me when I’d had my memories of my parents abandoning me. I picked it up, placed it in the correct space, and then shuffled over to him.

“Don’t look so down.” He tucked his hand under my chin and lifted my gaze.

“I should say that to you, but you don’t look the part of the grieving son.”

He ran his thumb over my cheekbone as he looked down at me with a smile. “It’s complicated.”

“So complicated I’m to be locked in my tower like a stolen princess?”

“Poetic, but no. It’s foryouI’m doing this.”

I leaned my hand into his palm, relishing in his warmth. “But I want to sit beside you and support you.”

His hand slid to my neck, his thumb pressed against my pulse. “There are other ways you can show me your support.”

I clamped my legs tight and hummed my response, licking my lips as I stared at him.

“You like the sound of that, don’t you?” He looked toward the busy staff, spun me around, and pressed me against the wall, the painting above me swaying from the impact, my hip grazing the wooden hutch.

His lips brushed against mine, his hand tight at my nape as his tongue probed my closed mouth. I opened, and he plunged inside, taking whatever he desired from me. My stomach swirled and fluttered.

Sacha’s hand bumped against my belly as he slid it lower, but his fingers didn’t slide between my needy legs.

The faint metallic sound of metal teeth moving past each other welled up between us. “Make me feel better,malishka.” He pushed down on my shoulder, his legs widespread. My knees settled between them, the source of the sound before me. He’d unzipped his pants and had his hard cock pulled through the opening—waiting for me. “Open your mouth and show me how you care for me.”

I parted my lips, and he rested his bulbous, weeping head against my tongue, his salty need bursting against my taste buds.

“Better hurry. Unless youwanteveryone to witness you worshiping my cock,” he whispered. “Is that what you want, my needy whore?”

I whimpered as I rocked my hips, my clit pinched between my legs, then devoured his cock, taking him deep into my throat.

He was thick, stretching my mouth as his veins pulsed against my tongue, my fingers digging into his thighs. I stared up at him and sucked him deep as I breathed through my nose, his lustful groans caressing my ears while his fiery gaze burned my flesh.

My grip tightened around him, and his hand slammed against the wall above me, his other wrapped around my bun, driving me forward and back. “Yes,malishka. Watch me while I feed you my cum.”

His hand left my bun, then cupped my chin, his fingers massaging my throat as he pushed deep. He tensed, and with a deep guttural groan, he shot his release down my throat.

“Alexander Ruslanovich?”

Catherine’s voice caused my heart to leap in my chest, but his body pinned me to the floor and wall.

I beat against his thigh until he pulled away, and I gasped for air.

“Alexander Ruslanovich?”

Her voice grew closer, right on the other side. She walked in as I rose, my back still sliding against the wall when she rounded the corner. We made eye contact, her gaze bouncing from mine to his, then back as he swiped his thumb over my lips and pressed it into my mouth, making me forget about the woman who intruded. My tongue swirled against his thumb, taking in the ruminants of his cum.

“Good girl,” he said softly, zipping his pants up.

My stomach burst with butterflies, and warmth zinged between my legs.How would she react if I were to grab his hand and force him to release the ache?The wooden hutch covered up our lower half, so if I wanted to…

I took hold of his hand at his waist and pressed it between my thighs, the movement slow and discreet as I turned back to Catherine.

Her face contorted into a scowl so deep that it seemed as if an invisible knife had carved her skin. The deep furrows etched onto her brow and the downturned corners of her mouth conveyed a potent mix of frustration and disgust.

Maybe she could tell.

Sacha’s finger skimmed the seam of my jeans, sending minute vibrations to my core and chills rippling down my legs. I tipped my head back as he spoke to her.

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