Page 128 of Cashmere Ruin

“I want m-my reward.”

I’m almost satisfied, but not yet. There’s one more thing I want to hear her say. “What reward?”

“Y-Your cock,” she mumbles, too embarrassed to look me in the eye. “I want your cock, I wanna come, Matvey, please…!”

That’s it; I can’t wait anymore. I grab her thighs and yank her towards me, watching the pain of being left empty flash on her face for just one second before?—

“Ahh!”

I watch myself sink into her. Slowly, every inch disappears into her body, swallowed up by her wet pussy. No matter how kind she always is, how giving, I know there’s another April hidden within: a creature of lust and greed. “Want me to fuck you like this? All spread open for me?”

“Yes!” she screams. “Yes, yes, want you to fuck me?—”

“You want it hard?”

“I want it.”

“You want it fast?”

A breathless nod. “Yes, I—yes.”

“You want it dirty, you little vixen?”

With every “yes,” I drive my hips down faster, deeper. April’s legs lock at the small of my back, as if she’s terrified I’ll pull out and leave her like this.

I’ll admit, the idea is tempting.

But not today.

Today, April’s been a very good girl.

“Yes, yes!”

“Want me to come inside you,kalina?”

That’s what does her in—the thought of me owning her. Utterly, completely, until there isn’t a spot inside her I haven’t painted with my cum. “Matvey, Matvey…!”

She comes so violently I can feel it. It’s like she’s trying to squeeze the life out of me, but I know she’s too lost to do anything that intentional. She’s too busy coming, coming with my name on her lips, my cock buried all the way inside her, fucking her through it.

Mine.

My orgasm hits, but I still don’t stop.

I may never.

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I enter the fashion expo on Matvey’s arm, stepping through the doors with jittery feet.

I can’t help the nerves. It’s not just that the last time I was here, I had a literal gun to my head—it’s that this is the Mallard. The hub of New York fashion, the place where history is made.

What amIdoing here?

“Maybe we should turn back,” I mumble.

Matvey raises a skeptical eyebrow. “And miss out on all the hors d’oeuvres?”

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