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I take my time admiring how deliciously wanton she looks, her skin flushed red from desire, and her clit is swollen with need. She is every fantasy I’ve ever had in flesh and blood.

“Put your hand between your legs,” I command roughly. “Show me how much you want this.” I slide my hand up and down my shaft. “And don’t hold back, little slut. Give me a good show.”

Sabrina hesitates only briefly before her hand slides between those soaking folds. Her fingers move tentatively at first as she works herself into a frenzy, but soon, they’re slick with juice as soft moans escape her lips.

“Do you like playing with your slutty little pussy?” I taunt darkly.

“Yes…” she whispers, then louder: “Yes, sir! But I prefer it when your fingers play with it, sir.”

I climb onto the bed between her legs, watching her finger rub and dip into her mound. Her moans grow deeper.

“Are you going to come, little slut?” I ask.

“I…” Sabrina pants. “Almost… I… I’m close”

I grab her wrists cruelly, pulling them away and forcing them up to her head. “That’s enough, little slut, I didn’t give you permission to come, did I?”

“N… no, sir,” Sabrina stammers, her eyes black with desire as my naked body covers her, and I hold her wrists above her head, knowing she can feel the head of my cock poking at her entrance. “I’m sorry, sir. I got… carried away.” Her hips instinctively lift as I lower my pelvis to cover her and start to tease her entrance. “Oh…” She is now writhing against me, her breath coming in pants. “Please, sir, please, I need…”

“You need what, my little slut?” I kiss her ears, then down her cheeks, along her jaw. All the while, I gently rock my hips, the tip of my cock popping a little way into her tunnel before pulling out. “What do you need?” I grab a bunch of her hair and yank. Her head pulls back onto the bed, making her chest arch, and her gorgeous little titties poke me in the chest.

“You, sir, I need you, sir,” Sabrina’s voice is rising now as her hips push down more frantically as her hungry pussy tries to engulf my engorged member.

“Who do you belong to, little slut?” I start to slide my length into her. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, sir, I belong to you, and only you,” Sabrina screams as I plunge into her. “Her eyes meet mine when I go still, filling her to the hilt. They are desperate, pleading, and filled with such emotion I suck in a breath. “Oh, please, please. Sir, Oleksi, please fuck me. I need you to fuck me hard!”

My lips crush hers as I lose it and start pistoning into her, and wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure floods through me. I've never felt anything like this before. She's tight and hot and wet, and I’m a fucking goner. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I should slow down, take back control, but she sucks me in deeper with every thrust.

“Fuck yes!” Sabrina cries against my mouth each time I slam home. “Oh God, yes.”

Her inner walls pulse around me as she teeters on the brink of orgasm, and I'm not far behind her. Sabrina looks so fucking hot writhing beneath me, pushing her hips up to meet mine like a little slut in heat. I didn’t know it would be like this. A mix of anger and euphoria courses through my veins as I fuck her harder than I've ever fucked anyone.

“Do you want to come, little slut?” I growl, my voice guttural as I release all restraint.

“Yes, sir,” Sabrina whimpers, then screams. “Oh, yes, sir.”

I can feel her begin to tremble beneath me as her moans increase in volume, drowning out the sound of my own hips pounding against hers. Her pussy tightens and clenches, chaos all around us, filling the room, filling my head. My balls start to draw up.

“Then come for me, little slut, scream your release,” and with one final thrust, I take us over the edge, and I come so hard it feels like it will tear me apart as Sabrina screams my name, orgasming hard.

My orgasm seems to go on forever until, finally, we lie together unmoving, both gasping for air as we ride the little aftershocks of our orgasms. I roll onto my side, pulling Sabrina with me, breathless. I enfold her in my arms—she snuggles into me.

“Don’t leave me,” Sabrina whispers. Her arm wraps around my waist. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“You’ll never sleep alone beneath my roof again, malenkaya.” I kiss her damp brow. “I told you there is no turning back. You’re mine now, and I never want to spend a night without you in my bed.”

Sabrina sighs, and I feel her body relax. We drift off to sleep as the first rays of the early morning peek through the gaps in the drapes.

CHAPTER 20

Sabrina

I’m still sore in places I didn’t know could ache, and every time I move, I feel the phantom imprint of Oleksi’s hands on my body. It’s annoying. Not the soreness, but the flutter in my chest when I think about how it got there. Last night shouldn’t have meant as much as it did. But it did.

And now here I am, standing in what I guess is our bedroom—Oleksi’s master suite in the Diamond Hotel penthouse. It’s bigger than the damn house I grew up in. Bigger than the apartment I just fled. The one where men with heavy Russian accents tore through my closets and where a woman I didn’t recognize fled through my window.

The nursery sits between this bedroom and the guest room I used last night. There’s a huge marble en-suite with two vanities, a rain shower big enough to host a rave, and the kind of jet bath you only see in fantasy real estate listings. The closet beside the bathroom? Mine. The other one across from it? Oleksi’s.

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