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CASSIE

Gold - Kiiara

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“Oh, fuck,”I cry as I rub my clit while he jacks off over me.

His eyes gleam like fiery coals as he stares at me, one hand on his shaft, the other on his balls.

I thought he’d fuck me after we showered, but Niko, I’m learning, always does things the hard way.

Instead, we’re fully dressed on the ride to wherever this gala is being held, and now is apparently the perfect time for him to soak me in his cum.

He finds release faster than I do, the visual taking him under swiftly. But when his seed drenches my pussy, my fingers slip and slide with him, and all of a sudden, I’mthere.

As I cry out with the sheer delicious agony of it, he moves closer to me.

We’d been seated along the length of the limo, on the bench seats directly opposite one another, but he hauls me onto his lap as he touches me under my skirt.

Not to entice, just to pet.

I’d burrow my face in his throat, but I’m already worried about the wet spot, never mind the mess I’d make of my makeup, so instead, I just tilt my head back against his shoulder and let him play.

I’m overheated and tired, and the night’s event hasn’t even commenced yet.

We’d argued earlier because I’d learned I’ll have four guards following me around the house as of today. Not just Igor and Semion, faces I’d adapted to recently, but two other guys—Victor and Sergei—as well.

Calling it an argumentwas, I’ll admit, a bit of a stretch.

I’d shouted at him, and he’d blinked at me.

I can’t decide if he’s selectively mute or if, in moments of passion or where he feels deeply, that’s when he can talk.

Either way, he decided not to today. He just stood there, watching me as I told him he was insane when, in truth, I should have expected it.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that my presence at tonight’s gala is a claiming.

Which means the danger I’m in is exacerbated greatly—not just from Harvey and the Albanians but his enemies too.

Still, understanding the necessity is one thing. Him just having me shadowed by four men without warning me is another.

Annoyed enough to be drawn from my orgasm-induced good mood, I mutter, “You’re such a jerk.”

“A jerk you trust,” he rumbles in my ear, evidently not insulted.

That croak—it shouldn’t be hot.

Itshouldn’t.

But it is.

Seeing as I literally let the man get away with murder, I press a kiss on his cheek. “So long as you know you’re a jerk, I’ll consider that today’s win.”

His hum tells me he’ll let me think whatever I want—I’ll still have four guards tomorrow.

“Thank you for the necklace.”

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