Page 57 of Unholy Tsar

I smirk at her sudden modesty. “It’s not a closet. Come.” I extend my hand to her, and she takes it without any hesitation. Squeezing her palm gently, I lead her behind the mirrored door. She still clutches the covers with her other hand, trying to hide her shame.

When she takes in the sight of the hidden office, she gasps. “I-I just thought this was another closet, since the main one doesn’t have many clothes in it.”

“I’m not a man who needs a closet full of clothes. But I could always use more ways to watch my back.”

Stumbling forward, she explores the room with wonder. Then, when she turns back around to face me, her eyes land on the back of the door, and she freezes. Her eyes go so wide I’m almost afraid they’ll pop out of the socket. Her cheeks flush such a fiery red that it rivals her hair.

“The window—I mean mirror… I mean…” she trails off, turning to me. “D–does that mean you saw me?”

I can’t help but smile as I lead her around my desk and take a seat. “Take a look for yourself.” I tug on her hand until she falls onto my lap. Cupping her chin, I guide her gaze toward the door.

“You saw me,” she confirms with a gasp.

“Yes, Malyshka. I saw you make yourself cum with my name on your lips.” I spread my legs wider so she can sit more comfortably. Then I wrap my left hand around her waist to hold her still while my right hand parts the blankets still covering her delicious wet cunt. “So, that’s how you like it, huh?”

I nuzzle her neck as I feel her wetness on my fingers. She jolts so hard that the rest of the blanket slips off her body onto the floor, exposing her fully to me. “Maksim,” she whimpers.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I just want to make you cum.” I slip my middle finger into her, “Doesn’t that feel good?”

She moans in response, her head slacking back into my neck.

I trail my nose along her shoulders, feeling her squirm in my lap while I pleasure her with my fingers. “Now, be a good little girl and cum for daddy.”

She shouts my name as I roll my thumb over her clit and curl my fingers inside of her at the same time. Her body convulses so violently, that I have to tighten my arm around her waist to keep her from falling off my lap.

“Thatta girl.” I praise her with a tender kiss on her shoulder blades when she’s recovered from her orgasm.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” she asks huskily, pushing her ass into my growing erection. “Do you want me to make it better for you, daddy?”

I bolt of pleasure shoots up my spine. I’m about to move her so I can take off my pants when my phone starts ringing. Cursing, I realize it’s most likely Dante calling to discuss that fucking drug den again.

“You will make it better for me,” I tell her. “Just not now. We’ll continue this later.”

With a little tap on the butt, I help her up from my lap. She stands on shaky legs. “I’m okay,” she insists when she catches the concern in my eyes.

“I won’t be long,” I promise her before shifting the chair back and grabbing my phone to answer the call. “Talk to me.”

“He’s squealed,” Dante immediately says.

He’s talking about the leader of the newest drug den. While we’ve killed everyone else involved, we kept him alive to get as much information as possible.

“Is it what we suspected?”

“Worse, sir. Apparently, an anonymous supplier has gotten his clutches on quite a few areas in the Lower East Side. He mentioned two other drug lords he’s in contact with who also received their shit from this supplier.”

“Are we sure it’s the same person?” I put my phone on speaker so I can work on my laptop while we talk. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of movement and look up to see Cecilia still in my office.

She looks like an angel, standing there wrapped back in her bedsheets. I raise my brow at her, expecting her to turn and shyly scurry away. But to my surprise, she gives me a naughty smile and tosses the sheets to the floor.

Then she tiptoes back to me.

“I strongly believe so,” Dante answers, bringing my attention back to the call. “The shit they’re peddling is the same. All signs point to there being one supplier.”

I’m only half listening because my little mouse is slowly sinking to her knees in front of me.

My lips part as she loosens the drawstrings on my sweatpants with the most devilish look sparkling in those blue eyes. I lift up a little so she can easily get my pants off.

“Have you taken care of the other two drug dens he mentioned?” I ask, trying to maintain a steady voice as Cecilia wraps her fingers around my hard cock.