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"Have you?" I ask, moving closer until I can feel the heat radiating from her skin.

"Not even close," she whispers, and then she's crossing the distance between us, pressing her nearly-naked body against my fully clothed one.

Her lips find mine in a hungry kiss that steals my breath. I pull her against me, one hand tangling in her hair while the other slides down her back, over the curve of her ass. She makes a small sound against my mouth that drives me wild.

My hand slips between her legs, finding her already wet through the lace. She gasps against my mouth as I stroke her, feeling the fabric growing damper beneath my fingers.

My cock strains painfully against my pants, demanding attention, demanding release, and demanding her. The sensation only intensifies when her hand travels down my chest, fingers trailing lower until they reach my belt.

Aurora breaks the kiss, her lips swollen and eyes dark with want. "Are you ready to see just how bad I can be?"

I see that dangerous spark light up her eyes, the one that makes me want to push her past every boundary she's ever set for herself.

"Do you think you can be bad enough to handle me?" I ask, my voice barely more than a growl.

"I do," she whispers, and the certainty in her voice sends heat spiraling through me.

Aurora rises on her toes to press her lips against mine, the kiss soft at first, then hungrier as her hands slide up my chest. Her lips leave mine, traveling down my jaw, my neck, pausing at my collarbone where she nips gently. The hint of teeth against my skin makes me harden further.

She sinks to her knees before me, looking up through those long lashes, her hazel eyes wide and innocent despite what she's about to do. The contradiction isn't lost on me.

This is a woman who runs from cameras and attention.

But she will gladly put herself on display for me and only me.

Her delicate hands stroke my cock through my pants, her touch teasing yet insistent. I feel myself leaking already, a damp spot forming where her fingers trace my length.

"You're ruining my pants,zarechka," I say, threading my fingers through her hair.

A wicked smile plays across her lips. "That's the idea."

Her fingers work at my belt, then my zipper, movements surprisingly confident. When she finally frees my cock, it springs forward, heavy and swollen with need.

"Oh," she breathes, her eyes widening as she takes in my size.

The expression on her face—that perfect mixture of desire and trepidation—nearly undoes me. Her fingers hesitate, hovering just inches from my cock.

"Still think you can be a bad girl?" I ask, my voice rough with desire.

Aurora slowly shakes her head, her lips parting slightly.

"No," she whispers.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I almost groan at the sight.

"I want to be a good girl now," she says, voice trembling with desire. Her eyes lock with mine, unwavering. "Your good girl."

My cock pulses at her words, growing impossibly harder. I cup her face with one hand, my thumb brushing across her lower lip. She leans into my touch, trusting and eager.

"My good girl?"

She nods.

"Then be a good girl," I tell her, "and open your mouth."

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