Page 126 of Porcelain Lies

She whimpers, spreading her knees to give me better access, ass lifting against me. She’s so tight, so wet, clenching around me like a vise. I can feel her muscles clenching, her orgasm building. I grin, nipping her shoulder as I jack her clit faster until I feel that now-familiar stiffening within her. I stop a moment before I feel her tip over the edge.

“Oh! Oh… fuck,” she whimpers, her hips moving as she chases the sensation. “Don’t stop,” she pants, her body undulating wildly. “Harder, Aleksei, please—”

“Wait for me,” I growl into her ear. She’s had her pleasure… now I want to time those wild spasms to roll out with my own release so she’ll milk every drop from me.

Just a few more thrusts…

Sliding out, I feel the pressure build in my balls a moment before I ram in to the hilt, tweaking her clit.

She screams, body tensing as she comes again, nails digging into my arms. I groan, feeling the walls of her pussy flutter around my cock.

My rhythm falters, her orgasm pushing me over the edge. I hold myself deep inside her, my chest to her back, grunting as I start to come, my release coating her walls.

“Blyad,”I bite out, my hips jerking spasmodically as she tightens around me in mind-numbing waves. My eyes are squeezed shut, and there are entire constellations of stars swirling around in my head as sensation floods through me.

“Oh, my God. Oh my God!” she babbles, the words unintelligible as the pillow swallows the sound.

I sink into her, my arms wrapping around her as I ride out the aftershocks.

Her body clenches around me, those tight little ripples drawing the last few pulses of my orgasm. I’ve marked her, spent myself inside her. And still, I find myself wanting more.

But now, the hard part — the letting go. I force myself to pull out and roll away, conscious of the cooling stickiness between us. She shifts too, turning to face me, her eyes wary, searching my expression.

My gaze skims over her, lingering. The flush on her skin, her swollen lips, the dark nicks on her neck and shoulders from my stubble and teeth — all of it ignites my desire to claim her all over again. But that’s not going to happen.

Without a word, I stand, tucking my cock back into my pants. My hands move automatically through the familiarmotions — zip, button, belt buckle. Each action creates another layer of distance between us.

Stella remains on the bed, watching me dress. Her vulnerability irritates me.

“Have I made myself clear?” I snap, tossing her discarded clothes at her.

She flinches at my tone, scrambling to straighten her clothes. Good. The sooner she understands this was punishment, not pleasure, the better.

I smooth my shirt, adjusting my cuffs.

“Aleksei…” Her voice is small, uncertain.

“The rules stand,” I tell her, my voice clipped and professional. “You’ll stay in your assigned areas. Any further… exploration will have consequences.”

I straighten my tie, erasing all traces of our encounter. When I finally face her, my expression is carved from ice.

“I trust we understand each other?”

She nods, clutching the sheet to her chest. The marks on her neck stand out against her pale skin — evidence of weakness I need to forget.

I turn toward the door, each step measured and controlled. Distance. Authority. Power. This is who I am. This is what matters.

Not the lingering scent of her on my skin. Not the echo of her cries in my ears. Not the urge to turn back, to…

“Nyet.” I growl under my breath, squashing that dangerous thought.

I straighten my tie one final time, letting the familiar motion center me. When I turn back to face her, my expression is granite.

“Let me be perfectly clear,zaychik.” My voice carries the weight of authority I’ve spent years perfecting. “That door is off-limits. What’s behind it doesn’t concern you.”

She pulls the sheet higher, but her chin lifts in that stubborn way that simultaneously irritates and intrigues me. “And if I try again?”

“Blyad.” I close the distance between us in two swift strides, gripping her chin. “Then what just happened will feel like foreplay.”

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