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My body absorbs it like a sponge, relishing in his masculine strength while my mind goes wild wondering what his cock would feel like inside me.

As if he really can read my mind, he presses his cock into my belly, making me feel how big and hard he is for me. The combination of feeling his hardness along with his savage pumps into my pussy makes me come.

There wasn’t even a buildup before the orgasm took me, but that’s probably because I haven’t had one in so long my body was starving for it.

For him.

I moan my release into his mouth, my body shaking and shuddering with each wave of pleasure. Virgo continues kissing me, taking it all in. It’s only once I calm and climb down from the high he took me to that he stops, but he keeps me pinned against the wall.

There, reality snaps my mind from the sexual haze that surrounds me, and my awareness floods back in with the horror that I just came all over his fingers.

He pulls his fingers out of me, now coated with my glistening juices, and shocks me by licking them off. One by one.

My breathing is as ragged as the state of my mind. I watch him and process the way he just clamed me. As I do, a new worry surfaces in my heart. One that makes me realize I can’t stay here.

I don’t feel safe, but more than anything, I can’t allow myself to fall for someone as dangerous as Virgo Antonov.

ChapterTen

Virgo

Ilick her sweet nectar off my fingers once more, making a show of savoring every last drop as if I haven’t eaten in centuries.

My sinful mind relishes the way her face morphs from pleasured to horrified, just as much as I love the taste of her.

It’s the sight of her wanting me and not wanting to want me. It’s a fight she won’t win.

We’ve both been down that road before, and all roads lead us back here. Even when she can’t remember who I am.

This new Olivia wants me just the same, but I’d like to think that the moments when she yields to me is the old Olivia trying to break through.

That might not be true, but it’s a bittersweet lie I’ll allow myself to believe for whatever strength it gives me to hope she’ll come back to me.

I release her, and the loss of contact with her decadent body makes me feel like part of me is missing.

“I will see you later, unless you want me to stay so we can finish this in bed,” I taunt her with a smile.

She’s already bright red, and her skin is glowing from the pleasure I just gave her, but I can still pick apart the blush that flushes across her cheeks.

“You can go now.” She tries to imbue her voice with confidence, but her eyes give her away, revealing every emotion locked away inside her body.

Fear rules them all. Fear for her life. And fear of me.

I don’t need to be told she’s afraid of me because I’m dangerous, but I know she’s also afraid of what she feels for me.

I step away and give her one last leisurely look, allowing my eyes to drift over her body. From the top of her head and down to her ripe, heaving breasts with her nipples visible and poking against the thin fabric of her top. I look at her ruffled skirt already wishing I could be back inside her pussy. Then I leave her.

I leave before I lose my mind and switch to beast mode where I would most assuredly fuck her senseless against the wall. The fact that I know she’d let me fuels the idea. But I push it away.

Not because I don’t want to.

If I do that now, we’ll continue dancing with attraction.

I want more than that. You can’t have the real deal with a girl like Olivia O’Ridian and settle for attraction.

Getting her back will require a slow but sure strategy. Tactics that will make her come around to me the way she did before.

Patience may not be my best quality or a virtue linked to me, but at least I already have my foot through the door. Or rather, if I’m being technical, my hand in her pussy and the taste of her arousal in my mouth.

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