Page 19 of Unholy Tsar

“I’ll show you an animal.”

I thrust her against the wall again and something crashes and shatters. I break the kiss to glance around wildly. The dislodged mirror hanging on the wall catches my eye. Damn it, this is too messy. I can’t take her here.

“Wrap your legs around me.” The words are barely out of my mouth before she’s climbing my body like a jungle gym. With urgency, I pull us away from the wall and carry her straight to the mahogany desk at the end of the room.

The moment her ass hits the desk, she shifts back, spreading her legs wide for me to crawl between her thighs. From this angle, I can see her panties and the darker outline where her wetness is seeping through the blue fabric.

I lick my lips. “Naughty, naughty.”

Walking into her body, I toss the hem of her dress up, eager to get a closer view of her dripping cunt. For all we did together that one night, I never did get to eat her out. My mouth waters as I palm her pussy. My hand is immediately coated with her arousal, and she arches back with a low moan, tightening her legs around my hand.

“You’re the devil,” she whines.

“No. The devil wishes he were me.”

While palming her cunt, I rub my thumb in circles over her clit. She convulses violently, her hand flailing blindly, and slaps my laptop off the desk. It crashes onto the floor with an ominous thud. I hardly pay it any mind. Instead, I increase the pressure on Cecilia’s clit. Her lips part.

“Maksim,” she whispers breathlessly, “Fuck… right there…”

For some reason, at that very moment, I remember her words from not so long ago. Repayment. “You’re awfully responsive for someone who’s not attracted to me,” I comment mildly, then release her pussy.

Her head snaps up, her eyes wide with frustration. “What? No! Don’t you dare stop again!”

“What was it you said that night? Something about needing to have daddy issues to be attracted to me?”

“Not now,” she groans miserably, her hand reaching out to me. I take a step back from her. My cock is throbbing in my pants, and I’m desperate to taste her cum. Desperate to cum inside her again. But I want the little liar to eat her words.

She lets out a little huff. “Fine, if you won’t finish what you started, I’ll do it myself. Hell, I should have done it earlier, but this place is so stuffy, I didn’t want to get dust in my snatch…”

Before I can process her words, her right hand slips into her panties, and she moans my name, her neck falling back. “Oh no, you don’t.” I close the space between us and stop her hands.

“That’s not allowed, Myshka. The only way you’re going to cum is when I make you, and I’m not ready for it yet.”

“Fuck you, asshole. What do you want? What!?”

“I want you to admit you want me.”

She sits up on the desk, grabs the hem of her dress, and pulls it off, then tosses it away.

I’m enraptured by the sight of her creamy tits in that lacy bra and the way they jiggle with each breath.

“What are you doing?” I ask, unable to resist trailing my finger over her upper breast. My mouth waters.

“Tempting you. Isn’t it obvious?”

I smirk as I lean closer to her, running my nose over the shell of her ear. “I’m going to make you admit it.”

“You can try,” she answers, but her voice is shaky. “But the longer you torture me, the longer I’ll torture you. Wouldn’t you rather feel some relief? I can give you relief.” She rubs my erection through my pants. “That feels like it might hurt.”

It does hurt.

I grab her hand and hold it tightly. “That’s none of your concern, Myshka. You should be more worried about yourself.”

Without giving her a chance to reply, I cover her mouth in a wet hot kiss. Her moan is triumphant. She thinks she’s won, but she has no idea what I have in store for her.

I unhook her bra, and as soon as the material falls off her body, I thumb her nipple.

She whimpers into our kiss, and I swallow the sound as I tweak and twist the sensitive pink peak. Her legs find themselves back around my waist, and she undulates her hips, trying to get pressure on her clit.