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I crave it, like a sick addict. It’s pathetic, and I don’t care.

How could I, when he strokes my pussy with his fingers and that’s enough to drive me insane?

I hum and moan as he fills my pussy with his fingers, and when I’m so close I could scream, he pulls his hand back, rips the gag from my mouth, and buries his pussy-coated hand between my lips.

I suck them and lick, cleaning them off, as he presses his enormous cock against my entrance. I have half a second before he drives himself inside of me, slipping in with ease.

Pleasure and pain erupt in my core. He’s so fucking big and he stretches me to the max. His groan of pleasure is the most sensual sound I’ve ever heard in my life.

“Gag now,” he growls, shoving the shirt back into my mouth.

I bite down as he fucks me. The bastard’s rough and perfect as his cock fills me over and over. My fingers press into the wall so hard the knuckles turn white and I’m screaming into the t-shirt as pleasure wracks my little body. He growls like a beast and spanks me, he pulls my hair and bites me, and I push back against his length again and again as bliss builds and builds.

“When you come, scream your husband’s name,” he commands. “Scream it as loud as you want, you filthy fucking girl.”

I mumble something and push back against him. He reaches around my hip and flicks a finger against my swollen, sensitive clit, and that’s enough.

All my triggers pull and I come like an avalanche.

Like a good girl, I moan his name into the gag, over and over again, until it falls from my lips. He keeps fucking me through my knee-melting orgasm, practically supporting all my weight, and I whimper his name again and again until I feel him fill me. He’s warm and big and perfect, and he empties himself between my legs.

He stays there, still buried inside of me, breathing hard. I push against the wall to keep myself upright. My head’s a blurry, cotton-filled mess, and I’m smiling like an idiot.

“That’s a good girl,” he says and grabs my face. He kisses me, slow and wet. “Fuck, you are such a good fucking girl.”

I collapse against the wall as he steps back. I’m barely aware of anything but Alex. I expect him to leave, but instead, he starts to lather the loofa.

“What are you doing?” I ask, surprised as he pulls me against him tenderly.

“First, I punish you. Now, I take care of you. Don’t ever say that I’m selfish.”

“Jury’s still out on that one,” I mutter, a little embarrassed that he’s cleaning me, but he doesn’t seem to care. He’s methodical about it, scrubbing me from toes to neck, and rubs the suds away.

“Now, if you ever cover the cameras again—“ He palms my ass hard. “Your next punishment won’t be as nice.”

“I’m gonna be honest here. That didn’t seem so bad.”

His smile is wicked. “Good, because I suspect you’re going to keep on pissing me off, and I’ll have to come up with even more vicious ways to make you come.” Then he buries my mouth in a blistering kiss that leaves me shaking and gets out of the shower.

The t-shirt remains on the floor beside my feet, and I’m wondering what the hell just happened as he towels off and leaves me alone.

Chapter 26

Alexander

Natalya hides in our room while I finish placing a few more cameras around the apartment. I make sure to have one prominently displayed above the pool, an outdoor model that won’t mind the elements, and have it placed high enough that she can’t easily reach it without getting out my ladder.

I’m smiling while I work. Sex with Nat does this to me. I don’t know what it is about her, but the moment we’re together it’s like an explosion of passion.

She’s everything I dislike. Privileged, spoiled, and messy. The girl barely knows how to do the dishes, for fuck’s sake, and she leaves her little herds of water glasses all over my damn apartment.

There’s a pile of shoes growing on the floor of my closet like moss on a log and I’m pretty sure half of them are missing their match.

Its infuriating. And yet the moment I see her, so small and delicate, with those pouty lips and her gorgeous hair, I can’t help myself.

She’s always been so god damn sexy.

I had a crush on her when we were younger. She was pretty back then, and she’s only gotten more attractive as she’s matured. Now her figure’s filled out and she’s an absolute fucking smoke show, the sort of woman that drives me crazy. But looks shouldn’t matter. There are thousands of beautiful women in Philadelphia alone.

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