Page 25 of Defiant Devotion

I couldn’t get enough of my “stranger” like this.

She wasn’t as lax this time, following my lead and waiting for my direction. She wasn’t a virgin anymore. I’d seen to it. And with a little experience from having done this before, with me, she seemed more confident to take the initiative to show me what she wanted.

For me to go faster. Harder. Deeper. Each time I clutched her hips and dug my fingers into her flesh, I swore she creamed a little more and squeezed me tighter.

She couldn’t get enough of this. Of me.

Yet, she refused to acknowledge who I was.

We weren’t goddamn strangers. I was aware that she might have struggled to place me at first, with my hair how I liked it, out of the disguise and cover I had been using when I met her in that bar three months ago.

But she had to know it wasme. She had to realize this cock deep inside her was the same one that had ended her virginity.

When I first entered the room, I noticed the flare of recognition in her eyes. She remembered. She’d reacted, seeing me and making the connection.

But why is she acting like we’re just a couple of strangers now?

Can she know that I’m working for her family?

Is there more to her disappearance than what Lev and the others found out?

Is she playing a game? Conning me and everyone else?

Too many questions flogged my brain, but I couldn’t slow down or pause to think through any of them. Not with her mewling and panting in front of me, welcoming me deep inside her pussy. Not when she arched her back and made me wish I could see her huge tits swaying and bouncing from the hard thrusts.

It had been a surprise to see her again, but now as I fucked her ruthlessly, relishing the reward of her moans, I was too distracted by desire to want to stop.

After.

We’d talk after I made her come.

There was no way in hell she was getting away from me so easily this time. In my motel room upstate, when we’d slept together again, she’d snuck away when I went to the bathroom. Here in this tiny little space in the club, I’d hold on to her and make sure she cut this shit out about pretending not to know me.

I’d fuck her brains out. I’d flood her cunt with my cum again. And after, I’d be handling the matter of her absence.

“You’re gonna come for me—” A deep grunt followed my words, ending my question prematurely, but I was glad I’d caught myself from saying her name. If she wanted to keep up this game of acting like we were still strangers, I didn’t want to be the one to slip first.

“Yes. Yes!” She hung her head lower, tensing under my hands. Crying out loudly, she announced her orgasm at last. I felt it in the squeezes of her pussy around me. I saw it over her trembling skin as it broke out in goosebumps. In the air, the smell of sex grew stronger, and it was just enough to prompt me to follow her into bliss.

Relief streamed through me, making me growl as I thrust twice more. I came with a bold and potent release. Spent and exhausted from the strain of fucking her so fast and hard, I staggered on my feet. My feet arched. My heart raced. My spine stiffened as I emptied my balls and shot deep inside her.

Just like last time, she was perfect. Perfect for me. And I wondered if that could be a possibility once we came down from the high of our releases. Once I talked to her and called her on pretending to not know me, I’d have an answer for why she wastrying to hide. I had a hunch it had to tie into the matter of her disappearance, but that wouldn’t be an issue anymore.

Now that I’d found her—even if it had been an unexpected discovery—I’d be able to bring her home. She’d be able to explain to all of her family members why she’d been gone for so long.

Deep down in my heart, I wrestled with a slight fear that she might be playing us as fools. If she hadn’t been kidnapped or taken but had run away instead, who knew what kind of subterfuge or deception she could be plotting?

What if she ran away from the Baranov home because they were mistreating her? What if she took off because she was being abused or harmed or?—

I shook my head, pulling out of her slowly as I watched her slender back.

Easy. Just wait a minute and slow down.

I’d get my answers. I would. But I wanted her to face me as she talked.

She remained leaning over, gasping and shivering from the effects of coming so hard. Her knuckles had turned white with her steadfast grip on the top of the chair. But after I stepped back and watched my cum dribble out of her, I leaned over to remove her hands from the chair and encourage a little more blood to circulate through them.

She stood, clumsy and lax. Leaning against me, she heaved out a deep breath and blinked.

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