Page 10 of Embrace of the Russian Tiger

With trembling hands, I reached for one of the toys, unable to stop myself. My hands shook with anticipation, my heart racing like a wild animal in my chest. I couldn’t resist any longer as I reached for one of the toys, feeling the buzz of electricity in the air and the raw desire building inside me. With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and surrendered to the images flooding my mind - Maxim's commanding presence, his hands and mouth, his chiseled body that ignites a primal hunger within me.What am I thinking?

I picked up one of the toys, feeling its smooth surface and noticing the small button on the side. My curiosity piqued, I pressed it, feeling it start to buzz in my hand. The sensation sent a jolt through my body and I knew I need to use this toy immediately. I'd used a toy before, and to be honest, never had an orgasm before. Would this manage to do the job?

As I undressed, I lied down on the bed, spread my legs and let my hands roam over my body. They travelled downwards until they reached my throbbing clitoris, already sensitive with desire. My pussy was wet and hot, just thinking about Maxim's touch ignited a fire within me.

I began to finger myself, slowly at first, moving in gentle circles. But as my arousal grew, so did my tempo. With each movement, I imagined Maxim's sweaty body pressing against mine, his hands exploring every inch of me. At some point, I started finger-fucking myself. I plunged my finger deep inside and then out. Deep inside again and then out. Faster and faster.

But then I started wanting more. Much more. I grabbed the rabbit toy, and insert it inside me while it buzzed. I had no patience. The buzzing sensation immediately sent shivers down my spine and I started fucking myself harder and harder, increasing the speed, craving more pleasure. The ears of the toywere touching my clitoris as I moved in and out. Suddenly, I felt a wave building inside me, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Then, it hit me – a surge of intense pleasure that waved through every part of me. The muscles around the toy suddenly contracted and released in pure ecstasy. My pussy was pulsating around the toy, and my body jerked uncontrollably. I had never felt so free in my entire life.

Panting heavily, I took out the toy and admired it, looking at it covered in my juices. The thought of Maxim's tongue between my legs lingered in my mind as I reached for the toy again to put it inside of me once more. Yes, I shouldn’t had been thinking about him, butfuck it. Who decided right from wrong? I moved the toy inside me, over and over again, I brought myself to the brink of climax and then started all over again – each time feeling more intense pleasure than the last.

Could men give orgasms like these? I had only had sex twice, with a boy from Russia, and it had been underwhelming to say the least. Was this what an orgasm felt like? It's incredible. Wow. I was missing out, but now I knew what I wanted: I wantedmore.

As I closed my eyes, the image of Maxim filled my mind. His hands, his mouth, his body. My pulse quickened, and I surrendered to my sins. I put my fingers inside me and felt the warmth of my pussy. I was imagining it was Maxim inside me, and not my fingers or the toy. What did his cock look like? I could bet it was wonderful. I hated him. I truly did. But in that moment, as pleasure washed over me, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Fuck me.

What was wrong with me? I was so messed up.

CHAPTER 6

The room was dimly lit, the shadows from the chandelier casting eerie patterns over the dark wooden table that stood between me and the men seated around it. I could feel their eyes on me, sizing me up, trying to gauge any weakness. They wouldn’t find any.

The room was thick with tension as I sat across from Vitali, Torres, and Vasily. The three mafia bosses.

Vitali lounged in his chair, looking every bit the ruthless leader of the Polish syndicate. Torres, with slicked-back black hair and a menacing grin, controlled the underworld in South America. And then there was Vasily, once a loyal underling of the Bratva who had gone rogue.

We all knew why we were here, but no one was willing to make the first move. We were like sharks circling each other, waiting for someone to show weakness.

But it was Vitali who broke the silence, his cold eyes trained on me.

"You've been quiet, Ivanov," he said, his accent thick with malice. "Are we here to do business or waste time?"

I leaned back in my chair, keeping my expression neutral. I couldn’t afford to show any emotion or give away my plans.

"I didn't call this meeting to waste anyone's time," I replied coolly. "But let's be clear - if you want to do business with me, you'll play by my rules."

Torres chuckled from beside Vitali, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Your rules? Last I heard, your empire isn't as unshakeable as it used to be."

His words were a calculated jab, a reminder that my control over the city had been tested in the recent months. But I wouldn’t let them see how close they had come to tearing down everything I had built.

"Be careful where you point that tongue," I warned him in a low growl. "Or it may be the last time you speak at all."

The tension in the room rose to new heights. Vasily finally spoke up, his voice calm but daring.

"This city is changing, Maxim," he said. "The days of uncontested control are over."

I could feel the weight of his words, but I refused to let it show. I had worked too hard to establish my power, and I wouldn’t let anyone take it from me. The sharks might have been circling, but my grip on this city was still strong -for now.

I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to snap back. They were circling me like vultures, testing the waters to see if I would break. But I had spent too many years building my empire, too much blood had been spilled to let it all fall now. I needed to maintain control—over them, over my business, over everything.

Including Anna.

“Enough,” I said, cutting through the growing tension. “You all came here for a reason. We have business to settle, not playground bickering.”

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