Page 138 of Sinful Games

That’s when something inside me snapped.

I released her nipple from my mouth and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Caia,” I spat. "If you cum, I’ll handcuff you to my desk and spank you so hard this time you’ll be begging me to stop."

I lifted her up, set her down, and quickly turned her around, pressing her hands on the desk. I adjusted the camera to frame her perfectly—her tits hanging, face flushed, and pussy exposed. Without warning, I plunged into her, hard and fast, gripping her tits and digging my nails into her skin as I thrust relentlessly. Amidst my frustration, she apologized repeatedly between moans.

"I'm sorry, Alexsei," she gasped between moans, her voice strained with lust and desperation. "I didn't mean to..."

"Shut up.”

But she persisted. "I didn't mean to h-hurt you, please, I'll doanythingto make it up to you.”

Ignoring her cries, I let go of her tits and kept slamming into her, my anger making every thrust rougher. “Look at the damn camera, Caia,” I said, grabbing her chin to make sure she faced it. “Look at it and beg me.”

Her eyes locked onto the camera. “I’m so sorry, Alexsei,” she whimpered, voice trembling. “Please, forgive me. I’ll do anything to make it right.”

“Fuck, Caia, you’re driving me insane,” I growled. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Being filmed like this?”

She nodded, biting her lip.

“You’re such a fucking mess,” I said, holding her chin to the camera. “Look at your tits jiggle and your pussy swallowing my cock.”

I could barely handle it. Her pussy was my favorite place. I gripped her hips tighter and pounded into her harder. “Cum for me,” I rasped. “Come on, Caia. Show me how fucking sorry you are.”

Her body tensed and she screamed as she came hard. “I’msosorry, Alexsei. Oh my?—”

She slumped onto the desk, gasping for breath, totally spent. I kept pounding into her, rough and relentless, until I exploded inside her with a guttural groan.

Breathless, I threw my head back, my hands roaming over her back as waves of pleasure hit me. Satisfied, I pulled out and slouched in the chair, motioning for her to crawl onto my lap. She settled against me with a satisfied sigh, and I wrapped my arm around her, kissing her chest softly.

"I forgive you, baby, but don't youeverbetray me again.”

I then planted a final kiss on her neck and turned the camera off.

Chapter

Forty-Seven

“All I was afraid of is saying good-bye.”

?Mitch Albom

Alexsei

A month’s passed since Caia last visited her father. The day after our sextape — which I’ve watched more than once because, fuck, she was mesmerizing — I made a little visit to Mankiev’s filthy dump. The look on his face was priceless, fear swallowing him as he scrambled behind his dining table like a rat.

My fist crashed into his face, my final warning. Caia didn’t want him dead, just gone, but I was done playing nice. If Mankiev dares cross me again, he’ll wish for death before I’m done with him. Slow and brutal.

Things had been smooth since then, slippingback into our usual rhythm. Even Lukyan stopped teething, so we finally got some sleep. But then Igor called for an emergency meeting.

“Fucking Vlad!” Igor roared, smashing his phone against the wall. We watched as it shattered, just like Igor’s patience. He paced, sweat pouring down his face.

I didn’t blame him. If someone I considered a brother screwed me over like Vlad did him, I’d be out for blood too.

For months, Vlad’s been poaching clients from Silas, and the fucker’s been successful. Seems people want quantity over quality these days. But today, Vlad crossed the line. Igor found out he’s been sweet-talking the Las Águilas in Colombia, trying to pull them from under us. That was our bread and butter and losing it would gut our business.

“Don’t worry, boss,” Volk said, lounging on the couch. “I’ll kill him for you.”

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