Page 35 of Corrupted Guilt

I walk towards her, she shrinks away from me, like a hesitant deer at a busy highway. I stalk closer until she looks at me again. Her eyes are cloudy, strained. It’s clear she’s done some thinking about me and us and trying to figure out what she wants from me.

I’ll simplify it for her.

She wants my cock inside her.

I push her against the wall, my body draping her, pinning her against the wall.

Her eyes flutter up at me, soft, sensual, bedroom eyes that set me on fire. She’s dressed as a student, a serious student, khaki skirt, tight white blouse, glasses, hair tied up in a bun. She’s all wrapped up like a present, and I need to loosen her up a bit.

I hold her wrists over her head with one hand and look down at her sensual mouth, then graze her rock-hard nipples with my free hand.

She tries to struggle against me instead of embracing the chills running up her body. But this is our game now, we both know what happens next.

I run my finger over her bottom lip, unsure whether I want to bite it, and whisper, “I might smudge your lipstick with my cock.”

Her eyes immediately stir with desire, but she says nothing. I pushed her down to her knees in front of me and let her take control.

She unzips me and when I spring out, hard, she just looks straight at it and gulps, the grabs the shaft and starts licking the tip with her tongue. She’s teasing the fuck out of me, I can barely control my hips, I want her to take me as far as she can in that hot wet mouth.

I want nothing more than to grab her head and face fuck her, but I let her have this, let her drive me crazy for a change. Finally she devours my cock like she’s been starving for it. When I can’t take it any more, I pull her head away, she looks. at me with the sexiest look in her eyes and I pull her up and hike her skirt up and lift her ass on top of my desk.

She’s right on top of Tasha’s financial report and the hard drive she acquired. The Financial report that is more than enough to put her father – and the rest of us, including me – injail for decades. And more than enough to have every man in the Bratva want to take Viktor out for putting us all at risk. Detailed financial records of a criminal conspiracy along with whatever is on that hard drive, incriminating us all for life without parole sentences. I’m going to literally fuck my problems away for a few moments here.

Her khaki skirt is hiked up around her hips and all I must do is pull aside her panties and slide my wet cock right in.

No more teasing.

I give it to her hard and fast, like we both want.

Need.

She’s coming undone, her blouse loosens, her hair, wrapped tightly has loose strands, her lipstick is indeed smudged by my cock, and she’s never been so beautiful. Her glasses have fallen who knows where, and when she cries out, close to coming, she pulls me towards her, locks eyes with me and pulls my hips in with her legs wrapped around me.

Neither of us can wait, as I watch her close her eyes tight, and start to come, I let myself go along with her, finishing inside her, pump after pump as she rides the waves of her own orgasm.

We both needed this.

She lifts herself up and starts to gather herself together. “So, this is Tasha’s report?” She asks distractedly, as she straightens herself out.

“Yes, part of it. How did you know?”

“It’s what she works on when she accompanies me to the library. She’s been working really hard on it. How is it?”

“Excellent, as always. Not quite finished. Truthfully, I need her to explain it, it’s a little like reading Chinese.”

“Sometimes I wonder…” she began.

“What?” I asked huskily.

She sounded troubled as she replied. “I wonder what Dmitry would have done with the Bratva, if he hadn’t passed away.”

“Hard to tell. He was capable but too close to it to make real changes.”

“But why? He wasn’t a stupid man.”

A latent impulse of fairness moved me to say, “It had nothing to do with intelligence.”

Katya paused and gave me a puzzled glance.

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