Page 24 of Disgraced (Russian Sinners 3)

Shit, this was backfiring.

“If you don’t get up, I’m going to fuck you again,” I warned on a groan.

Her response was grinding her butt harder against my cock. My hands lowered to her inner thigh to find her soaking wet, her heat waiting for me. I rubbed her clit and another moan sounded in the dark of the room.

“Sergei,” her voice was sleepy, needy. She wanted me. “I need you to fuck me.”

Definitely backfiring.

I flipped her onto her stomach.

“Push your butt up,” I ordered her. She obeyed without a question, so trusting. I slid my cock into her slick pussy from behind. “Fuck, so perfect,” I groaned as I started moving. She was ready for me. My woman needed this as much as I did. Her moans became louder as I pounded harder. I was a bastard, I knew. She just lost her virginity yesterday. I should be taking it slow with her, instead I was taking her like a beast.

“More,” she demanded in a raspy voice.

My reason and control lost, I obeyed and gave her more. My hand wrapped around that lush hair of hers forcing her to turn her head and take my kiss, while I pounded into her.

“Nobody touches you,” I gritted through my teeth, kissing her hard, possessive. “You hear me?”

“O-oh, I’m-” she screamed and I stilled my movements, denying her pleasure. “No!” her eyes snapped open, outrage in them. “I was so close.”

I tightened my grip on her hair and gently bit into her lip. “Nobody touches you,” I demanded again. Her pussy was mine. She was mine and mine alone. Forever. “Tell me.”

I pushed hard into her, filling her to the hilt and stilled again. Her eyes fluttered shut, an expression of ecstasy on her face.

“Tell me,” I repeated.

“Nobody touches me,” she muttered, grinding herself against me. “Please, Sergei. I need more.”

Pulling out and then thrusting again hard into her, I started rutting her like a beast.

“Mine,” I growled. This possessiveness didn’t make any sense. I hadn’t felt it so intense before. I would give her everything. She would get all her pleasure and all her needs from me alone.

“Yes. Oh God, yes!” Her screams of pleasure echoed throughout my penthouse as I thrusted in and out, hard. I loved that she didn’t hold back. As she reached her peak, her tight pussy around my cock, she took me over the edge right with her.

I collapsed on top of her, both of our heavy breathing enveloping the early morning silence.

“Are you okay?” I nuzzled my face into the back of her neck.

“Hmmmm,” she sounded sleepy. “Never better. That was magnificent.”

I chuckled softly. “You are stroking my ego.”

“Well, if the shoe fits,” she cackled softly. Turning over to face me, she wrapped her arms around me. “I want to wake up like this every day,” she murmured. Her eyes fluttered shut, a small dreamy smile playing around her lips.

A pang of guilt hit me for not being completely honest with her. She snuggled tighter to me, her small body fit perfectly against mine.

“Spend the day with me again,” I asked. I didn’t want to take her back to her hotel. I wanted to keep her here with me. I wanted to hear her laughter, her little moans as I kissed her and satisfied sighs after I pleasured her utterly and completely.

Her dark eyes opened. Her gaze told me she really wanted to but she wouldn’t. “I ditched my friends yesterday. It wouldn’t be fair to do it again today. And I need a change of clothes.”

“I’ll buy you new clothes.”

She smiled. “Ohh, shopping? I’d go shopping any day over sightseeing.”

“We can shop till you drop,” I suggested hopefully. I would make it more compelling for her to spend the day with me. I wanted to get to know her and for her to get to know me. That way when she found out I was her intended, she’d already be head over heels for me. “We can have lunch together at a little restaurant by the river so you can have an easy day.”

Her smile was soft. “It sounds tempting.”

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