Page 13 of Anastasia

“Anastasia. Who are you?” I asked.

The way my heartbeat seemed to accelerate did not go unnoticed. It might’ve been because as my eyes searched his, I couldn’t see anything but emptiness and lust.

“Mr. Romano. Now,” he paused, searching my eyes for some response. Fear flooded my body as he stated his name, and I was sure he could see it. “Open your legs.”

My breathing quickened, and I didn’t know whether to defy him or not. “I’m not a prostitute. I just dance, okay?”

He licked his lips again with a smirk that never faltered. Slowly, he lowered me onto the couch. My bareback hit the cushioned seats as my wet pussy never broke contact with the middle of his slacks.

“I just want to welcome you, Anastasia,” he said, burying his face into the crook of my neck. My eyes shut at the sensations I was feeling. He was unintentionally grinding into me and everything just felt so right.

“You welcome everyone this way?” I whispered. He chuckled slightly, his lips lightly grazing my neck.

“Just you. I promise,” he responded.

When his hand gripped the hem of my panties, I wanted to explode from the sensations. Desire was clouding my brain with every movement he was making. I wasn’t sure what was so intoxicating about this man, but I knew that I couldn’t get enough.

He pushed my panties off to the side, where they stopped just where my boots began. My breathing was too heavy to even allow any thoughts.

I looked down, preparing for him to stop, but when his eyes met mine—I knew I wanted it. He locked me in a trance with the way he peered at me. A shudder ran through my body when his finger lightly grazed my wet lips. As he entered me, I wiggled against his hand, moaning. He then added another long finger in between my walls, and it really had me screaming out. I was humping against him, dying for more friction.

Finally, I closed my eyes because I couldn’t take it anymore. He was diving into me, kissing, sucking at my neck. When he began to rub my clit, I lost it. My head was tossing back in excitement to accommodate the strokes of his fingers.

“Oh, shit,” I moaned out.

Soon, I shook hard and lost myself in the intense sexual satisfaction he was giving me. He hardened his grip on my thighs and explored deep into me with generous finger strokes.

“Oh!” I gasped as my hand found his thick hair. My legs wrapped around his head, making sure I kept it in place. With both his fingers, it didn’t take long for me to come.

When I looked up at him, he placed the digit he had fingered me with inside of his mouth. Everything he did was absolutely sexy. I quickly pulled away and got up from the couch.

My mind was bouncing off the walls. I didn’t know what to do. He was just staring at me without saying any words. I made sure to stand in the corner of the room, making sure I was as far away from him as I could be.

“Valentino,” he said.

My eyebrows came together as I looked at him. He smirked in response before getting up and walking toward me. His hand landed on my hip as his head buried itself into my neck. I was pressed against the wall with his erection pressing into my stomach.

“I want you to call me by my name. Valentino,” he said.

My eyes shut as he gripped my neck and turned it in the opposite direction of his face. A whimper climbed out of me when he pressed me harder against the wall.

“Fine,” I whispered.

His lips grazed my jawline and I wanted to melt. The second he let go of my neck, I turned to look at him right in his eyes. There was so much desire swimming around it was terrifying me. When my eyes wandered down to his lips, I quickly looked away.

“Until next time, Barbie,” he stated.

When he let go of me, I felt like I could finally breathe. Then, he walked out of the room, leaving me in there all alone. I quickly swallowed the air I had been holding as I tried to organize my thoughts.

He was the man everyone was so afraid of, but Valentino didn’t seem like the worst person in the world. He appeared more dangerous than scary. I opened the door and exited, only to be met with the loud music of the club. I quickly made my way toward the back when I was pulled by someone.

“Where the hell did you go?” Janice asked, her eyebrows pulled together, worry drawn all over her face.

I bit down on my lip before looking around in search of Mr. Romano. He was nowhere to be seen. It was almost as if after our little heated session, he had disappeared.

“If I tell you, you have to promise not to judge me,” I tell her.

Her eyebrows were still raised as she awaited my answer. I grabbed onto her arm and took her somewhere more private.

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