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“You promise to cry it out loudly when you’re cumming on my cock?” I ask, arching my brow at her with a devious smile.

“We shall see about that, mister kidnapper and killer.”

“It’s Hedeon.”

“Destroyer? How fitting.” She smirks, flattening her hand on my chest, allowing me to push it hard against me until I know she can feel my heart beating under it.

“You know Russian.”

“A little.”

“?? ????? ???????? ????, ??????? ? ?????-???? ?????. ? ?????? ?? ??????? ????, ?????????.” I speak to her in my native tongue, watching her, waiting for her reaction.

“You really think so? I’m the most beautiful thing?” She asks, her palm pressing harder onto me, her chest rising with a deeply inhaled breath. “You really promise not to kill me?”

“I may be a killer, but I’m also a man of my word. I promise.”

She startles slightly but keeps her contact with me as I run my fingers through her sticky hair, grabbing a handful of it in my fist. It’s exquisite, the feel of her leaning her weight on me as I pull her face to mine, brushing my lips over hers that tremble ever so slightly.

“Are you going to…”

“Shhh.” I shush her, then claim her mouth in a kiss to rival any other.

She tries to purse her lips closed, but I wiggle my tongue against them and pry her mouth open delving inside, tasting her natural flavor and the spiciness of the food she ate before she spit it in my face. Her tongue is warm and wet, and after a few seconds, she relaxes and lets me tangle mine with hers.

When she kisses me back, and a small moan escapes her throat, I swallow it down. She’s hungry, but not for the food anymore. I can taste the craving in her, the same thirst that took her to Le Chateaux, the one that pushes her to lean harder against me, trapping her cuffed hands between our bodies as I grind my hardening cock against her belly.

“Oh fuck, princess.” I groan into her mouth, reaching down with my free hand and unbuckling my belt, then sliding my jeans down to my thighs.

My dick needs to be free from its confines, and to be against her flesh, to feel her softness and her warmth.

“H.” She pants into my mouth, her hands grabbing at my t-shirt, trying to pull it off me frantically.

“Such a good girl.” I coo, breaking the kiss just long enough to rip the shirt off over my head and throw it haphazardly on the floor.

She gasps when I release her hair and grab her dress with both hands. Curling my fingers over the top hem that sits askew across her ample breasts, I yank, tearing the satiny fabric with no effort. It falls to our feet with the silent fluttering of the destroyed fabric. Her bare tits crush against my naked chest, her nipples pebbling against my smooth skin, rubbing on me like little buttons that need to be tweaked and fingered.

“Yes baby. So responsive.” I purr to her, grabbing her tits roughly squeezing them each in turn, making her groan and gyrate her hips closer to mine and the damp head of my aching cock.

Her feet stumble a little as I back her up towards the shower, reaching over her shoulder to turn it on, kissing her deeply while I wait for the first billowy cloud of steam to escape the glass enclosure before clumsily backing her up inside of it.

The hot water hits her first, until I turn us, letting it pelt down my back instead until I can adjust the heat. I don’t want to burn her, or cause her any discomfort yet. She’s finally touching me, taking me, making the first step to accept this thing between us and I can’t risk shocking her out of it now.

The lace panties barely covering her sex rip away easily, the wetness of them squelching between my fingers as I toss them over the shower doors onto the bathroom floor. My jeans are harder to remove, but like the good girl I know she is, she reaches down with her cuffed hands and helps me wriggle out of them until they’re a soaked pile of denim and leather on the tub floor.

Gloriously nude, and soaking wet, I turn her back to my front and slam her against the wall. Her skin squeaks against the steamy glass, and she arches her back, pressing her ass to my pelvis.

“Fuck yes baby.” I moan, reaching down, stroking the hot flesh across her bum, squeezing it roughly until my red handprints are marked all over the creamy skin.

“H?” She asks meekly behind her pants.

“Yes?”

“We need…”

“No we don’t. I’m clean and I know you are.”

“But…” She murmurs, her face pressed against the shower, her eyes searching over her shoulder for me.

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