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“You were told to choose a dress.” Heat creeps up my neck as control continues to slip through my fingers like water. She’s too good at getting under my skin. “Not ruin them.”
“And I’ll ruin alotmore until I find the exact one I want.” She smiles defiantly. “Kostya.”
“Careful, Kitty Cat.” I smile dangerously. “I warned you yesterday that I wouldpunishyou later.”
She stares at me defiantly for a heartbeat. The wildness in her eyes returns and my cock stirs to life in response.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she says. “Not here.”
“Wouldn’t I?”
I move even closer until my cock is throbbing against her belly through my pants. A surprised gasp escapes her soft lips. But her face also flushes in response, and my smile widens
Hooking my finger under her chin, I force her to look at me. The wildness in their sapphire-blue depths is unmistakable now.
She wants this as much as I do.
“Every dress you ruin.” I lean in until I’m mere inches away from her lips, whispering. “Is another hole of yours that I'm going todestroy.”
I canfeelher pulse starting to race against my finger.
“And so far,” I grow. “You’ve ruinedthree.”
Clutching her jaw with one hand, I undo the buckle of my belt with my other. To her credit, she doesn’t shy back from the sound of my pants unzipping, not that there’s anywhere to go.
Instead, she tilts her head up a little bit more. Her jaw juts out in defiance, and her dazzling blue eyes betray no hint of fear as I reach down to grip my cock, rock hard and already slick from precum seeping from its angry throbbing head.
The tip of her pink tongue darts quickly between her soft full lips before she speaks.
“Do your fucking worst.”
“Good girl.” I smile darkly. “On your knees. We’re going to start with hole number one.”
24
EMILY
Holy fuck.
It’s one thing to feel his cock through his pants. But nothing can prepare me to for just howmassiveit looks now that it’s jutting up angrily in front of my face.
This is, without a doubt, the largest cock I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Konstantin’s large hand is clenched around its length, and as he lowers me to the ground, he starts to stroke, smearing precum on the massive swollen tip until it glistens.
The smell of soap and aftershave, mixed with his own unique musk overwhelms me, and I shiver reflexively as I clamp my mouth shut.
“What’s wrong, Kitty Cat?” His voice is voice silky and dangerous as he asks me the same question from the photoshoot. “Having second thoughts?”
I want to tell him that I’m not scared. But that would be a fucking lie.
The only thing I can think of is a single thought flitting across my mind.
It won’t fit …
Suddenly, his words—that he’ll destroy a different hole for every dress that I’ve ruined—sound a lot less like a threat, and more like apromise.
A promise that I have no hope of surviving.
I stare up at him, and I know that there’s no chance in hell I can back out of this.
