Page 80 of The Payback

A thought occurs to me. “How drunk are you?”

“Not overly drunk. A little buzzy, for sure, but notdrunkdrunk.”

It’s not as sober as I’d like, and I certainly won’t be sticking my dick in her as much as my body wants it. But as she runs her fingers down my chest, it’s clear I’m not the only one fighting off temptation.

Fuck, I haven’t stopped thinking about her—about her taste and her moans—since I fucked her in the gym. Even before that, if I’m being candid with myself.

Though, the more time that passes between then and now, I question if it was fucking or something else. Something dangerously close to seduction—to making love.

And that’s the only thing keeping me from honouring Dimitri’s claim on Ellie.

She was mine first.

She sticks her chest out, her taut nipples pushing against the soft fabric of her dress as if to show them off.

Fuck me.

Disregarding the consequences, I yank her hips towards me, laying her out across the back seat as I kneel between her spread thighs, only narrowly avoiding banging my head against the car’s roof. My mouth descends, ravenous for this woman and the temptation she embodies.

“Oh, Nik. Fu-uck, yesss,” she hisses as I suck her nipple through her dress. She arches her back, carding her fingers through my hair, and holds me to her breast.

Messy and uncaring of the wet spots I’ll leave behind, I thoroughly ravage her right breast. When I’m done, I want to see the wet material cling to her tits. To watch as every inhale pushes her nipples against the material, knowing I did that to her.

I take my time, press her tits together, and lick the valley they create. Her skin is sweet and salty; the scent of her perfume drives me crazy with every inhale. I switch to the other breast as she moans loudly. Too loudly.

I cover her mouth with my hand so Igor doesn’t hear what’s happening in the back of the car. “Shh, Ellie. Save those moans for when we’re alone.”

She nods under my hand, then twists her head to the side. Two of my fingers slip into her mouth, and she curls her tongue around them, wrapping her lips around them and sucking enthusiastically. My dick throbs behind my zipper.

With my free hand, I pull her dress lower until her breasts pop out, a bead of moisture on each peak. I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, close my lips around her breast, and take a deep pull as the other hand massages her opposite tit.

“Nik, fuck!” She moans again as sweetness bursts on my tongue and sprays from her other nipple.

I groan as the taste floods my mouth, and Ellie writhes beneath me, her hips lifting and searching for friction. As tempting as it is, I can’t fuck her in the back of the car. Not if she’s buzzed, even if she is enthusiastically consenting. I give a few more pulls and switch to the other breast, finding more of her milk waiting for me.

“Give me more, Ellie. Give me everything,” I say against her skin, flicking the tip of her nipple with my tongue and closing my lips around her.

What the fuck is this urge in me, and when did it start? I’ve never done anything like this before, but there’s something so fucking sensual about it—comforting, almost, as she cradles my head against her and traces my jaw with her thumb. Her hand moves down to my throat, and when I swallow, she sighs.

“That’s so sexy, Nik.”

I look up, finding her dark eyes on me. The softness in her gaze eases my rough edges as I tremble in the cradle of her arms and thighs. She softly smiles, and a piece of my heart cracks at the simple gesture. The welcoming embrace, the soft, contented sighs... She rends me into nothing. Nothing but hers.

After pulling up from her chest, I lean forward and kiss her. Tentative at first, unsure if this is all one-sided or if I’ve imagined the whole thing. As her tongue slips against mine and her hips grind against me with just as much desperation, that dangerous thing called hope takes flight.

The car slows, and I look up to see the building. “Time to go, baby.”

I run my thumb along her lower lip, tugging at the kiss-swollen flesh and stealing a last kiss.

I help her sit up and put her dress back to rights, taking a moment to admire the wet fabric clinging to her tits, just like I wanted—a secret just for me. I slip out of my jacket and pull it around her shoulders.

“What is it about this car?” she mutters aloud. She’s right. Any time the two of us are in here alone, it’s like all the air gets sucked out, and suddenly, all I can feel is the passion and tension brewing between us.

She shakes her head as her face morphs into a scowl. Reality has come crashing back in. Disappointment fills me, and it takes everything in me to keep it from showing on my face.

I open the door when the car stops and offer my hand to help her from the vehicle. She resolutely ignores it and pushes through the doors to the lobby. The lift ride to the penthouse is agonisingly slow, and when we arrive, I hear Dimitri on the phone in his office. He’s talking about a shipment delivery, so I know Sergei’s on the other end.

I can’t believe our chapter has been involved in human trafficking. Actually, I can believe it; I’m just disgusted.

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