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“Vlad, oh God,” I cry out, burying my face in his neck when he does it again and again, teasing the swelling bud in slow strokes before moving faster, causing me to cry out again.

“Shh,” he whispers, and I try. With everything in me, I try to be quiet, but all my efforts fall away when he pushes into my wet entrance, my hot sex pulsing around his middle finger. A shudder racks my body and a sob climbs up my throat when he starts thrusting his in and out of me with firm strokes. “How are you still so fucking tight after riding my cock all night, baby?” he rasps into my ear, and I have to bite into his shoulder to curb my cries.

He adds another finger, thrusting faster into me; the wet sound of his fingers slapping into my channel fills the room, making the moment feel even more forbidden. If possible, his shaft thickens under my bottom as he pumps his fingers in and out of my sex, and I feel myself teeter close to the edge.

“Close,” I whimper, and he leans in, sweeping my lips with his seconds before my breath catches in my throat and my sex cinches hard around his fingers. A shudder racks my body as my feminine walls begin pulsing wildly. The seat creaks underneath us as I ride his fingers through the orgasm, black spots blooming behind my eyelids from the intensity of the climax.

Oh God!

I’m gasping against him as pleasure shoots through my system. It’s wrong and downright sinful to do this here, and the forbidden aspect of it feeds into my desire. Vlad keeps thrusting his fingers into my pulsing sex until the trembling dies down, and that’s when he draws them out.

With his eyes locked on mine, he licks at the wetness coating them before letting out a deep groan, so guttural it has my sex aching to feel the press of that tongue on me. There is a self-satisfied smile on his mouth even though he hasn’t come, and a part of me wants to return the favor, but before I can figureout how, I catch a feminine voice that sounds like Arya headed our way.

Oh my God!

She’s coming back! Of course, she is. It’s her room.

Reality smacks into me, and I jump off Vlad’s lap, forcing my trembling knees to move to the other side of the room where I take a sudden interest in the bland art on the wall.

Vlad chuckles from his corner, and I don’t have it in me to toss a glare at his side of the room, so I focus on the painting as I hastily refasten my bra and right my clothing, refusing to look up even when Arya walks into the room. Except she doesn’t walk in. The person who sounded like Arya walks past the door, and I turn slowly around as I hear footsteps recede down the hall.

Vlad climbs to his feet and walks to me, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he approaches. “It’s cute watching you act all paranoid,” he says with a grin, closing in on me, and I take a step back, gasping when my back hits the wall. “Arya’s MRI is going to take an hour at least, and until then, no one will come into this room.”

“Vlad…”

He grabs my waist and pulls me flush against him, something dark and possessive crossing his expression. “It’s my turn now, little girl.”

Chapter Eight

Vlad

She’s perfect.

Every inch of this flower, from her bright red hair to the tips of her toes, is perfect. She has me hooked, obsessing over her to a point I’ve never gotten before. I would never usually be so reckless as to be intimate in such a setting, but around Rue Carter, everything feels right.

With her is where I am meant to be, feeling that sexy little mouth part underneath mine for a kiss. Swallowing her low, whimpered moans as we engage our tongues in a carnal dance, the friction so hot and obscene it feels forbidden.

Everything about this moment feels illicit, but I can’t stop. She doesn’t try to stop me either, burying her fingers into my collar and pulling me closer, her little whimpers making my hard cock throb.

“W-we shouldn’t do this here,” she breathes against my mouth, releasing her fingers on my collar for them to travel down my chest.

“Take it slow, baby. No one will come in here,” I assure her, but she shakes her head, her fingers dropping to the bulge in my pants, and a groan climbs up my throat when she squeezes my erection in her palm. “Fuck, baby, if you don’t stop, I will shoot in my pants, and we don’t want that, do we?” My hand travels into her sweater and fondles her bare tits beneathher bra, squeezing a rosy little bud between my knuckles and tugging, causing her to cry out. “The only place I am coming is inside your tight little cunt.”

“Yes,” she whispers, her dazed eyes locking with mine as her fingers move to the button of my pants and twist it free before tugging down the zipper. I groan when she dips into my briefs and grabs my straining cock with her slender fingers.

“Fuck, baby!” I growl, forcing in deep breaths and biting back the urge to come. “I need to be inside of you.”

I draw my hand from under her sweater and reach beneath her skirt, tugging her underwear down her thighs before tearing it completely off. I lean down and wrap my arm around her ass and lift her into my arms, pinning her to the wall. Her skirt rides up when she wraps her thighs around my waist, but I am already guiding my leaking shaft into her wet, quivering sex.

Rue wraps one arm around my neck and cups my jaw with the other, her eyes shining with something akin to affection, but I am too jaded to believe that this girl would offer me such a precious gift without making me earn it.

“Want you,” she whispers, writhing needily against my cock, but I don’t keep her waiting. I dig my fingers into her thighs before slamming forward with a barely suppressed roar and burying all my thick inches in her tight heat, impaling her to the wall. She cries out, throwing her head back as her pussy pulses hotly around me.

“Shh,” I whisper, dropping my forehead against hers as I fight with everything in me to stop myself from coming with how her snug sex is milking me. “We need to be quiet, baby. You can’t make a sound.”

“I’m trying,” she whimpers, clenching her fingers around my shirt. “Y-you’re so big.”

I take her lips with mine, swallowing her cry when I start moving, slowly at first to get her accustomed to my girth before slow isn’t an option anymore, and then I start pounding into her, railing her into the wall. She gasps against my mouth, her pussy squeezing my cock rhythmically as I drive in and out of her tightness. Her sexy tits bounce under the sweater, pebbled nipples pocking holes into the soft material. I squeeze her tight little ass in my palms and boost her up the wall, driving faster into her and swallowing all her cries.

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