Page 25 of Captured By the Russian Wolf

He gave my ass another spank before tearing my panties down, and without warning, his fingers were pressing between my lips. I gasped, and at the same time, he let out a low chuckle, the two of us no doubt reacting to how slick and ready I was for him.

"This pussy knows it's mine," he murmured.

I couldn't protest fast enough because he was dropping into a squat and shoving his face between my thighs like a man starved.

"Nikita!" I yelled, shuddering in his face as his mouth opened to claim me.

I pressed my face to the cool glass as he lapped me, swirling his tongue, spreading my juices. I wanted to pull away, to spare myself the humiliation of being seen, but the stinging of my cheeks kept me in place—along with one thought.

I was his. Iwantedto be his.

And right now, he wanted me just like this, right in front of the window while he licked my pussy.

"Say it."

His voice came muffled, and I was all too happy, lost in pleasure, to give him anything.

"I'm yours," I moaned, now pressing both my hands to the glass.

"Damn right you are."

I felt him pull away, and I heard him stand, which only made me tighten up in anticipation. I knew what was coming next. My hips swayed from left to right in anticipation, my cunt dripping at the thought of his cock.

"Fuck me," I whispered, clawing at the window. "Please fuck me. Claim me, take me," I begged.

He released his cock and buried it against me, teasing at my clit as he leaned over me, close to my ear.

"As you wish," he whispered back and dove into me.

"Ohh fuuck!"

The words spilled from my lips, my eyelids fluttering shut as he filled me, his shallow, hard thrusts getting him deeper and deeper. I spread my thighs, a gesture that mirrored my inner need to accommodate him, to help him reach as deep as he could. His panting filled my ears, my moans joining in as hemade me dance on his cock. I met him thrust for thrust, and our movements became more frenzied.

He fucked me like he missed me, and I fucked him right back.

"Nikita, Nikita!" I gasped out, feeling my orgasm getting close.

I knew it would crash over me, just like I wanted it to. I wanted release, to be freed from all emotion, all guilt, everything. And at the end, I'd just have Nikita.

I'd just be his.

"Close," he grunted, pumping me hard.

I nodded my head against the window, knowing I was right there with him.

We didn't say another word, just exploded together, erupting into synchronized, frenzied jerks and spasms. I had the deep satisfaction of him filling me with his seed as his arm wrapped around my waist. Pressed against the glass with him still hovering behind me, buried so deeply and unmoving, like there was no place he'd rather be, I finally knew it with certainty.

There was no way I could kill a man I had fallen for.

CHAPTER 9

Nikita

Something about Lily had changed. I couldn't put my finger on it at first—she still smiled at me, still said all the right things, but something felt off. She stopped trying to hide from me, but a distance had crept between us, a hesitance she couldn't quite hide. I tried to dismiss it, to convince myself that it was just the weight of her adjusting to this life. But the more I watched her, the harder it became to shake the nagging feeling gnawing at my gut.

It was Mikhail who put my suspicions into words. He always had a way of seeing through the bullshit, cutting to the core of things I didn't want to confront.

He stood in my office, arms crossed, his face unreadable as he studied me. "Nikita, we need to talk about Lily."

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