Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
“I'm going to come,” he warned, voice raw. “Swallow every fucking drop, malyshka. Take it all.”
Dmitry thrust deep one last time, cock pulsing as he came hard in thick ropes, shooting down my throat. I choked, but swallowed what I could. The rest of his cum spilled from my lips as I pulled back, gasping, coughing, face ruined with spit, tears, and his seed on my chin.
He hauled me up in one rough move, tore at our clothes until we were both naked, and carried me to the bed. In a matter of seconds, I was under him on the mattress. My legs fell open instantly, pussy soaked and aching. His cock was still hard despite him coming down my throat, still leaking cum, and was between my thighs in a second.
His cock head nudged my entrance as he growled, “Mine.” His voice was raw as he thrust in deep, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
I cried out, my pussy clenching tight around him, nails raking down his back as the first brutal thrust sent pleasure and pain crashing through me in equal measure. Dmitry groaned low against my throat, hips snapping forward again, burying himself deeper, claiming every inch like he was trying to imprint himself inside me forever.
One of his hands fisted in my hair to tilt my head back so he could see my face. “You feel that? This pussy taking every thick inch of me? You’re fucking ruined for anyone else but me.”
I moaned his name, legs wrapping tighter around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him harder and deeper. He fucked me like he was punishing us both in hard, relentless thrusts, the bed creaking under the force of it, wet slaps echoing in the room.
My body shook with every thrust, pleasure building fast and vicious, coiling low in my belly until I was trembling on the edge.
“Come for me,” he ordered, voice dark and commanding, thumb finding my clit and rubbing rough circles. “Let me feel your pussy suck me dry as I fill you up with my cum.”
That’s all I needed to hear… his dirty words to set me off. I shattered hard. My pussy pulsed around him in tight, greedy pulls, screaming his name as the orgasm ripped through me.
He followed right after, slamming deep one last time, cock throbbing as he came again. I felt his release flood inside of me, spilling out around his dick as he kept thrusting through it, drawing out every shudder.
When the aftershocks finally faded, Dmitry didn’t pull out. He stayed buried inside me, arms banded around my body like steel, face buried in my neck, breathing me in as his chest heaved.
We stayed like that, all sweat-slick skin, hearts pounding, and tangled together until my breathing slowed and the world crept back in.
He lifted his head, eyes dark and intense, thumb brushing a tear from my cheek. “Tonight is the start of everything,” he breathed, voice rough with something deeper than lust.
“I know. I’m ready,” I whispered.
The clock on the nightstand ticked closer to when the sun would set and we’d have to start the end of this.
Whatever waited in the dark, we were walking into it together.
Chapter 18
Dmitry
Andrey chose the place because he thought it gave him control. Same with the hour. Because men like Andrey believed darkness and isolation equaled safety.
The derelict industrial yard sat along the river’s edge, half swallowed by shadows and neglect, and rusted rail lines cut through cracked concrete. Warehouses leaned inward like rotting teeth. There was no foot traffic in this part of the city.
And that meant no one who would hear gunfire and care enough to call it in.
I’d arrived earlier than he wanted me there. Not because I was eager, but because I never walked into anything blind. I’d taken the time to map the exits, counted sightlines, and noted the blind corners and the places a man could disappear if panicked.
Andrey had picked this location because it made him feel safe. He knew the layout, access points, and the way sound carried along the river and died before it reached the road.
He thought familiarity gave him the advantage, but familiarity bred confidence. And confidence got men killed.
Zoya stayed in the car when I pulled in, exactly where I wanted her. Engine running. Headlights off. Windows dark.
I had her sit in the driver’s seat in case she needed to get the fuck out of here. She sat low in the seat with the compact Glock I’d pressed into her hands minutes earlier, fingers steady around the grip the way I’d shown her: thumbs forward, wrists locked, safety discipline drilled into her in the shortest, harshest lesson of my life.
She wasn’t there to fight, but I wouldn’t let her be unprepared.
I made my way to the meeting place, adrenaline rushing harshly at the thought of leaving her. But it was a necessary evil.