Page 7 of Viktor

She sucks in a breath, and I chuckle as I move away.?

“Let’s go back to your place,” she mumbles, just loud enough for me to hear.

“Mine?” My lip tilts up. No chance.?

“Yes,” she says, rolling her shoulders back.?

“What about yours?” I ask, knowing she lives alone.

“I live with my brother,” she lies.?

I grin. Oh, little doll, I’ll find outallyour secrets soon enough. I shrug. “Not tonight.”?

Her jaw drops, and I almost laugh at her pretty face in shock. I have other plans for her. Usually, Iwouldbring her back and fuck her until she can’t feel her legs, but she just lied to me. She is hiding something, and I intend to know more first. Liars don’t get rewards like that.

She lifts her chin and smiles. Even though I rejected her. I’ll be following her home anyway; she just doesn’t know.?

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Viktor.” Then she passes by me. The other dancer, Damien, watches her leave and starts to follow her. I grab his arm before he reaches the door. “Stay away from her,” I practically snarl.?

His jaw visibly clenches. “Or what?”?

I raise an eyebrow. “How much do you value those legs of yours?”

His face pales, and he backs away. I leave and set out to follow my little doll as she hurries out the door to see her other dancer friends.

I pull out my phone while I wait for her, texting Konstantin.?

Need more on Amaia. I want everything.

On it. Will let you know what I find ASAP.

A small noise from upstairs pulls me from my thoughts as I close and lock her front door with a quiet click. I sneak towards the singular staircase and wait, avoiding the creaks that I located earlier.

Soft moans come from one of the rooms. I know she doesn’t have anyone else here, as I’ve been out in the car for hours waiting for her to turn the lights off.?

I walk up the stairs swiftly until I reach her bedroom door. She still seems to be asleep. A moan escapes her again, and I can’t stop myself from entering the room. Looking over at her as she pants. She is having a sex dream. Dirty girl.?

My fingers trail along the smooth, bare calf that is uncovered, up to the inside of her thigh. Stopping abruptly as she moves her hips toward me, searching for someone to give her a release. I brush my fingers over her tiny shorts covering her pussy. No panties, and she’s soaked through.

It’s so tempting to move them to the side and push my fingers inside her. But tonight isn’t about that. Reluctantly, I pull my hand away, holding onto my throbbing cock through my pants. I need a release.

Silently, I free my cock from my pants and stroke myself above her. Faster and faster as I imagine her writhing underneath me as I thrust my cock into her for the first time, knowing she’s not dreaming of someone else fucking her.

Her pretty lips part slightly until a name threatens to spill. I want to hear her say mine. Her hand brushes over her nipple, and it pebbles under her tank top.

Fuck, I want to tie her to the bedposts and be inside her so bad. As I feel my orgasm building inside me, I fuck my hand harder, leaning closer and closer to her until I cum all over her shorts, straight over pussy. Marking my territory. I run my finger over my tip, where a tiny drop of cum sits. Using the same finger, I rub the small amount on her lower lip. When she wakes, she will taste me. And she will love it. I lift the bed sheets and cover her.

I’ll have her one day. On my terms. But for now, I leave.

Chapter eight

Amaia

I’mpulledfrommysleep from my cell phone. I go to roll over to my front to hide away, but then realize my shorts are hardened in some places. What the fuck?

Ripping the sheets off me, I notice the white marks all over my clothes. Is that someone's cum? I run into the bathroom and rip the clothes from my body, not caring about waiting for the water to heat up. I squeal as the cold water shocks me awake.?

Somebody was here, in my house.?

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