Page 77 of Porcelain Lies

I let myself go, too, pouring myself into her as I find my own release. My balls pull tight as I pump hot cum into the depths of her hungry pussy. I shudder, biting out a groan as her walls clench and release, milking me dry. It’s like her body wants every drop… and I’m only too happy to give it to her.

I hold her tightly as we come down, my forehead resting against hers. I can feel her rapid breath against my skin, the soft thump of her heartbeat under me. We stay like that for long moments, neither of us moving, just breathing, hearts slowing.

Eventually, I lift my head, looking down at her. Her eyes are closed, her face relaxed. A tendril of dark hair has fallen over her cheek, and I brush it back.

She stirs, a soft sigh escaping her lips. I run my thumb over her cheek, and she smiles, not opening her eyes. “Mmm… That was nice.”

I smirk at her understatement. “Nice?”

Her eyes crack open, a teasing smile curving her lips. “Amazing. Mind-blowing. Now get off me; you’re heavy.”

A laugh escapes me, something that hasn’t happened in a long time. Stepping back, I slide out of her. I reach down to remove the butt plug and she makes a sharp little sound, her mouth curling into a shy smile.

She’s right; it was mind-blowing.

But now it’s done.

“What happens now?” she asks softly.

I meet her gaze, allowing the shift from lover to businessman to settle over me. “Your brother’s debt is settled,” I state evenly.

Surprise flashes across her face. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve accepted the payment you brought. The matter is closed.” I zip up my fly and straighten my cuffs, the motion deliberate.

“I… We…” Her brow furrows. “You mean, that’s it?” She pushes herself to a sitting position, crossing her arm across her chest.

“That’s it,” I say. “But tell your brother he’s done. No more deals. No more business. If I see him around town, I’ll kill him. He’s got 24 hours to clear out.”

Her mouth drops open, and I don’t know if it’s over the calm way I just threatened her brother’s life, or the fact that I’m now dismissing her.

Because there’s no doubt in my mind that there’s no other option. There’s too much danger of this woman getting under my skin.

I stoop down and reach for her discarded dress and black bra. The panties are beyond redemption. I hand her clothes to her and she bundles them to her chest, still staring at me.

“Get dressed,” I tell her. “My people will see you out.”

“But…” Her expression flickers with some unspoken emotion.

“Dress.” I turn away as I say it. I don’t need to see the hurt in those emerald eyes. Glancing at my watch, I reach for my phone and call Sasha. “Send someone to the catering office,” I tell him. I can hear fabric rustling behind me as she hastily pulls the dress over her head. I turn back to her and she’s standing at the desk, smoothing the skirt over her thighs.

“So… so we’re um… good?” she asks, gnawing on her lip.

“Yes.” I’m still not looking at her. “Just remember, 24 hours. No more chances after that.”

There’s a knock at the door. I reach for the handle and swing it open. One of Sasha’s men is on the other side. His eyes flick between us, but if he’s curious, it doesn’t show.

“Show her out,” I tell him, jerking my head at where she’s bending for her shoes.

“Um… goodbye?” she says, the word sounding more like a question.

I give a curt nod, folding my arms across my chest as Sasha waits for her to head out the door. Her eyes slant in my direction briefly before she disappears behind him.

I stand there for a moment, frowning at the closed door.

Opasnyy.Dangerous. Women like her are too fucking dangerous.

Sweetness and innocence on the outside but inside… pure sin. It’s a combination that can bring a man to his knees. And that’s not a position I’ll ever put myself in.

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