Page 52 of Pay the Piper

Misha grabs the back of my head, my hair gripped tight between his fingers, and crashes his mouth to mine in an all-consuming kiss. My eyes threaten to fall shut, but just before they close, he drives himself back inside me, groaning as I squeal. Pushing himself off me just far enough so that he can see my now wide-open eyes, he chuckles deeply. He’s playing with me now, pulling out to his head slowly, then driving into me with the strength of a god, smiling devilishly every time I gasp.

“I thought.” Thrust. “I told you.” Thrust. “To look.” Thrust. “At.” Thrust. “Me!”

The best I can give him is a nod, never breaking our gaze in the process.

“Good girl.” He kisses the top of my head, his rhythm diverting back to normal. “Now do me a favor, sweetheart. Finish what you were about to do and come around my cock. It’s been way too long since I’ve been able to fuck my girl, and I need to fill her up now.”

With that, his pace quickens to an urgency I know all too well at this point. His body shakes with restraint. He’s as close as I am. He needs this as much as I do.

“Abby,” he growls.

His heavy breath against my ear sends shocks of pleasure straight to my core. But I fall apart before he can say anything else. I keep my eyes on him as long as I can before the wave of my orgasm takes over my body. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. His release hits him right at the crest of my own.

“Oh fuck,” he groans into my ear. “Fuck, you’re…oh fuck…baby.”

His cock is still twitching when I come down from my high, and I squeeze my pelvic floor around him.

“Abby,” he growls, clearly trying to warn me with his tone.

But I don’t care. I repeat the motion several times before he makes good on his threat, driving his still hard cock deep inside my now sensitive pussy. He chuckles at my gasp.

“I warned you, girl.”

“Worth it,” I say, wrapping my arms and legs around him like a spider monkey and nuzzling into his neck.

Before I know it, I’m lifted off the bed, walked to the kitchen, and placed on the island, Misha still deeply seated within me.

“Alright, beautiful, time for breakfast. We have to replenish our energy before we go another round like that.” He pulls out of me and laughs at my best pouting face. “I know, I know, but we’ll be connected again soon. In the meantime, let me make you some pancakes and bacon.”

He goes to the living room first to grab my favorite fluffy blanket and drapes it around me before getting out his cooking supplies. Smiling, I cuddle into the blanket, pulling it snugly around myself. Could this really be my life from now on? There’s no way things could be this perfect.

As if conjured by my positivity, his phone rings. With full hands, he manages to hit the answer and speak buttons and then turns back to his skillet of butter. Conor never takes calls around me, and even if he does, he absolutely never puts it on speaker.

“Hey man, what’s up? You’re on—”

“Mishaaa.”

I recognize Nikki Santori’s voice immediately and grin. I need to go ahead and tell him about Misha soon. I’m sure he would be thrilled—

“Yeah, Nikki, look, you’re—”

“Bro, what the fuck did you do to that guy last night?”

“Nikki, shhh, you’re—”

“I’ve never seen someone so fucked up before.”

“Nikki!”

“Listen, I’ve been killing around Gabri for years, and I’ve never seen anyone tortured like that. And my brother is the scariest motherfucker I know. Well knew. Who knew you were more of a monster than Gabri Santori! I know where you get your reputation from now.”

Scarier than Gabri Santori? Who the fuck am I sleeping with…

“Nikki,” Misha hisses, and Nikki finally stops talking. “You are on speakerphone, you asshole.”

“Oh, uhm…sorry, man.” Nikki chuckles nervously. “Look I gotta go…Just please don’t kill me, okay?”

The call ends with three small beeps, and the tension in the air is so thick you could cut it with a knife as we sit in silence.