Page 45 of The Mafia's Quadruplets

I shiver as he slides my shirt off my shoulders and tosses it aside. His hands are warm and calloused as they skim over my breasts, making me gasp. He smiles wickedly, cupping them through my bra. “You like that?”

“Yes.” I arch into his touch, desperate for more.

He unhooks my bra, sliding it off my arms and tossing it onto the floor. My nipples harden instantly under his heated gaze. “Beautiful.” He leans down, capturing one nipple between his teeth. I cry out, gripping his shoulders as he sucks and bites gently.

My legs tremble as he moves to the other breast, lavishing it with attention. I moan, grinding against him shamelessly. “Please, Valerian, I need you.”

He releases my nipple with a pop, smirking. “Not yet. I want to taste you first.”

Before I can respond, he slides my pants and panties down my legs. I help by elevating my hips before lying flat on the massage bed again. “This isn’t the best place for this...” All thoughts of suggesting we move to one of our beds flees when he kisses my pussy, gently stroking my fluttering clit with his lips before his tongue gets involved.

“Oh…” I grip the edges of the table, trying not to squirm too much.

He laughs softly, licking and sucking my clit with expert precision. I writhe beneath him, panting and moaning while he brings me closer to orgasm. He slides his tongue lower, teasing my entrance before plunging inside. I cry out, bucking my hips as he fucks me with his tongue.

It doesn’t take long before I’m teetering on the edge, ready to fall over. “Valerian, please... I’m going to come...”

He growls, burying his face deeper between my thighs. He refocuses on my clit, swirling his tongue around it with single-minded devotion. My stomach clenches, and I quiver as heat builds. It’s more than just physical. There’s an entirely different warmth growing alongside my impending orgasm that has everything to do with him, and how I feel about him.

The realization sends me spiraling over the edge. I scream his name as I come, my body convulsing uncontrollably. He holds me steady, prolonging my pleasure until I’m spent by gradually slowing the pace of his tongue, until he’s just lazily licking me when I finally regain my senses.

“Wow.” I pant, staring up at the ceiling. “That was amazing.”

He grins, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. “Glad you enjoyed yourself.”

I sit up, reaching for him. “I want more. You. Your cock.”

His eyes darken with lust. “As you wish.”

We kiss passionately, tangling our tongues together. I can taste myself on his lips, and it turns me on even more. He parts my thighs, positioning himself between them. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. We both groan as his cock brushes against my sensitive folds. It briefly crosses my mind that we should use protection, but I forget about the idea when his cock rubs against my clit before slipping lower, edging toward my opening.

I break away from the kiss, gasping for air. “Now, Valerian. Please.”

He nods, pushing forward slowly. I bite my lip, savoring the feeling of being stretched and filled by him. His cock is thick and heavy, and I savor every inch when he sinks deeper inside me. I cling to him, digging my nails into his back once he bottoms out.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice strained.

I nod, unable to speak. I’ve never felt so full before, and it takes a moment to adjust to his size. Once I’ve relaxed, I rock my hips experimentally, urging him to move. He complies, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back into me. I cry out, arching my back as he sets a steady rhythm.

Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and I meet him eagerly, lifting my hips to match his movements. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and he grips my hips tightly,driving into me harder and faster. Another orgasm is building, and I tighten my legs around him, desperate for release.

He groans, his movements becoming erratic. “Claire, I’m close.”

I nod, unable to form words. I’m right there with him, hovering on the brink of ecstasy. He reaches between us, rubbing my clit in quick circles. That’s all it takes to send me flying over the edge. I scream his name as I come, clamping my inner walls down around his cock. He follows soon after, spilling his seed deeply inside me.

Afterward, we lie tangled together, basking in the afterglow. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat steadily beneath my ear. He runs his fingers through my hair, tracing patterns on my skin. It feels good, intimate. I could get used to this.

But then reality comes crashing back down. This isn’t real. None of it is. We’re just acting, playing our roles, and once the movie wraps, we’ll go our separate ways. I try to ignore the ache in my chest at the thought.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, breaking the silence.

I hesitate, unsure how to answer. “Just...everything,” I say finally. “I guess...how you nearly died today, and how it seemed like a good idea to seize the moment.”

To my surprise, he laughs. “If getting shot at leads to this outcome, remind me to fax my schedule to Matvey Petrov.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head. “You aren’t taking this seriously.”

His expression changes, becoming solemn and focused. “I am,zvetochek. My...line of work comes with certain risks, but I’mnot shrugging off the incident. I’m merely appreciating how you’ve found a novel way to take my mind off the situation.” He slants me a half-smile. “Would you be up for continuing the distraction?”

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