Page 56 of Unholy Tsar

But I made a promise.

My phone pings again. These goddamn drug-peddling rats are going to feel all of my wrath. Don’t they know I have better things to do than deal with them?

Bastards.

“I won’t be far,” I whisper, letting go of her.

After one last good look at my sleeping angel, I hurry to the bathroom to wash up. Then I make my way to the walk-in closet and pull on a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants.

Keeping quiet, I sneak back through the bedroom, unlocking the mirrored door at the far wall. Inside is a private office I rarely use. In fact, I rarely come to this place at all. Before Cecilia, it was nothing.

Now, the walls seep with meaning.

I click the door shut and take a moment to admire the one-way mirror. From the outside, it’s just a reflection, but from inside the office, I can see out into the bedroom clear as day.

Most of my private offices have mirrors like this. It’s a privacy feature, something to ensure I never get caught off guard. But right now, it serves as the perfect way for me to keep an eye on Cecilia while I get some work done. Sitting down, I boot up the dusty desktop and sign into my secure accounts, searching for the information Dante texted me back about.

I must get lost in the files, because the next thing I know, it’s an hour later.

Leaning back in my chair, I glance toward the mirrored door.

From this angle, I don’t have the best look at the bed. All I can see is one of Cecilia’s legs poking out from under the covers. I’m about to get myself a better view, when I suddenly hear a low sound coming from the bedroom.

Is Cecilia awake already?

I freeze and strain my ears. Eventually, I hear the sound again. This time, it’s unmistakable.

A moan.

I spin my chair closer to the door. Sure enough, my Malyshka is awake. Just barely, though. She’s tossed the covers to the other side and is lying back against the wall, eyes closed, legs spread.

Two fingers are playing with her clit while her other hand holds her breast.

The sight immediately turns me on. I’m feral. But I bite back the desire to burst in and take her.

“Play for me, little one.”

As soundlessly as possible, I get up and walk right to the door so I can get a closer look. Cecilia throws her head back with a louder moan and spreads her legs wider, plunging her middle finger into her wet, pink pussy, while her thumb continues to stimulate her clit.

Fuck.

My cock instantly hardens. I grit my teeth and drop my free hand to squeeze the bulge through my sweatpants. But before I can join in on the sensual game, Cecilia starts to tremble and whisper something.

Pressing my ear against the cool glass. I listen.

“Maksim… Maksim…”

My breath catches in my throat. She’s masturbating to me.

“That’s a good girl,” I whisper, fingers curling into a fist as I fight back against an all-consuming desire.

I don’t win.

When Cecilia reaches her peak, I push open the door with my shoulder. “Not without me, you don’t.”

However, my impulsive decision quickly turns into regret. Startled, Cecilia jumps up with a cry, her eyes going wide with fear.

Then she sees that it’s me, and her fear melts into bewilderment. “W–what were you doing in the closet?” she stammers, reaching for the blanket to cover herself.