Page 57 of Beautiful Deception

“But-,”

“No buts.” He rips my panties down before I can even react. Cool air brushes my skin. I shiver.

“Sit on the desk,” he orders, already lifting me up and placing me there. He spreads my legs and cups me between my thighs. I blush when I feel a wetness seep out of me. I haven’t had the chance to experience much arousal in my life. I’ve been too stressed after losing my mom and then my dad’s spiral into gambling. Arousal was the last thing on my mind.

Now, it’s the only thing on my mind.

Viktor begins to rub his palm against me. With every motion, I feel a spike of pleasure hit me. My sensitive nub is being touched and it’s too much. It’s a sensation I’ve never fully experienced before. The touch of another person.

The touch of a man.

“I need to taste you,” he growls, and before I know it, he’s on his knees before me. This powerful Bratva man who could have any woman in this world and he’s choosing me.

“Viktor,” I gasp when he spreads my legs wider. I can’t believe I’m letting this happen. But it feels too good to stop.

He presses his face between my legs and licks right up my slit. The gasp that escapes me is loud. What if Mrs. Green hears? What if she comes barging in and sees this happening?

Viktor runs his tongue along my folds and nub, making me shiver. My hips have a mind of their own as they buck against him.

We find a perfect rhythm as he pleasures me with his mouth and I rock my hips forward. It’s a give and take.

Never in my life would I have imagined this would be happening, especially with Viktor Smirnov. I remember hearing stories of him from Elena. How he was stern and cold but was a gentleman enough. I know he’s dangerous. I know he can be kind. I know he has a hold over me that I can’t seem to shake.

I moan as I drop my head back.

I may be untouched but I’ve read my fair share of romance novels. I know what happens in the bedroom. Or in this case, the office.

I’m not completely taken surprise by this act but more so by the fact that it’s actually happening.

Viktor grips my thighs and presses his face harder between my legs. His hair tickles my inner thighs. A low growl escapes him. The sound only turns me on more.

“You taste so fucking good.” His tongue finds my clit and he pleasures it perfectly. It doesn’t escape my notice how good he is at this. I wonder how many woman he’s done this to.

I push that from my mind. No. I can’t worry about that.

This moment is between Viktor and I. I will not allow any other person to enter it.

My hands drop to the desk to steady myself. We’re not being quiet: from the sounds leaving my throat to the thud of the desk on the ground. My hips are rocking fast against his face but Viktor doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seems to like it a lot judging by how he increases the pace of his tongue.

“Oh!” I cry out. Something is building inside of me. Something I’ve never felt before.

Viktor catches my eyes as he pleasures me with his mouth. It’s intense and intimate. A blush forms on my face and neck, yet that doesn’t stop me from enjoying this.

“Come for me,” he says before licking over my folds.

I lose it.

I let the building sensation wash over me and I gasp when I come. I’ve read about orgasms before but to experience one is an entirely new thing. Instantly, I slump against the desk, too tired to hold myself up.

Viktor kisses along my inner thigh before he stands up and rakes his eyes over me. “You look perfect like this. Spread out on my desk, having just been eaten out. You’re glowing.”

Self-consciously, I close my legs and sit up. “Viktor.”

“I know. We shouldn’t have done that.” He cups my face. “No man has ever done that to you?”

“You know that.”

“I just wanted to hear you say it.”

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