Page 74 of Devious Madness

“Not this time,” he says because the man is a clairvoyant when it comes to my thoughts. “Soon. So fucking soon, I want those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock. But right now, I need to be inside you.”

I move forward, positioning myself over his thick, long cock. Stumbling a bit, I grab hold of his shoulders to steady myself.

He grunts in pain.

“Shit! I’m sorry.” I jerk my hand off the wound I’ve just squeezed and start to move off his lap.

He digs his fingers into my hip.

“Don’t fucking move,” he grounds out.

When he opens his eyes, he’s laser focused on me. Gripping my hips, he pushes me down onto his cock. We both moan as my body stretches around him until I’m almost fully seated on his lap.

“Fuck, baby.” He kisses my chin. “Ride me.”

“Your shoulder.” I hesitate which earns me a hard slap to my ass.

“Don’t worry about that. A little pain won’t kill me.” His eyes light up as he smacks my ass again.

It’s slow at first, my movements stilted and testing. Every bit of me feels every inch of him as he stretches me.

“Harder, baby.” He nips at my shoulder. “Harder.”

He bucks his hips up, thrusting fully into me and sucking the breath from my lungs in the process.

Together we move. He bucks while I ride. The chair creaks, but the sound is lost in our moans. He bites and nips and licks every bit of me he can reach while I ride him.

It’s like we’ve been plugged into the electric grid. We’re all energy. Clawing at each other, kissing, and moaning.

“Mine.” He growls in my ear, as he bucks up harder. “Say it, Mira. Tell me you’re mine.”

“Yours, Rurik. All yours.”

“Good girl,” he kisses me just as the damn breaks.

My orgasm is sudden and intense, ripping through my body like a tornado through an open field. He takes my screams of pleasure into his mouth as he thrusts upward into me, chasing after his own storm.

Breaking the kiss, he throws his head back, grabs both of my hips and slams me down on his cock as he unleashes his own roar of release.

Time freezes. The only sound in the room is our harsh breathing. I fall forward, resting my head on his uninjured shoulder, trying to suck up as much air as I can.

He pets my back, his fingertips feather light as he trails them over my heated skin.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask him, pulling back enough to get a look at the stitches.

He laughs. “I’m fine. My doctor dida good job.”

He helps me up, off his lap, snatching up our clothes from the floor before I can get to them.

“Rurik.” I try to pull my pants from the bundle, but he smirks and walks away.

I’m left watching him walk through the dining area toward the stairs, completely naked. His ass is a thing of beauty. All muscle, like he’s some sort of professional athlete in his spare time.

Once he’s up the stairs and out of sight, he shouts, “Are you coming?”

Sasha’s black cat glares at me with piercing golden eyes from atop his desk while he taps away on the iPad.

“Berenice doesn’t like you.” Sasha grins when the damn thing hisses at me.

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