Elena’s POVb: /b

The next thing I know, his lips are on mine, and he’s pushing me down onto the sofa. I don’t hesitate either. His soft lips against mine feel like ba /breprieve, the scent of forest and wood surrounds me, and I bcan /bbarely breathe as his tongue slips into my mouth.

I want to forget babout /ball of this, everything, band /bif bhaving /bsex will nk out my mind, then bthat’s /bvery wee.

“Are you sure about this?” he pauses, bhis /bbreathing heavy–and so is mine.

“bYeah/b… I don’t want to think anymore.” I bsay/b, my voice soft and low, and his gaze turns worried.

“Elena, I-”

bI /bcut him off, bringing his bface /bdown to kiss him again before letting him go. “Please. Nik

He curses under his breath, and his hands wrap around my blegs /bA shiver runs up my spine as his fingers glide up my bare knees, and I gasp as his scorching hot touch travels higher up my abdomen.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks, and I nod quickly

b“/bDon’t worry about that”

“Alright. bI’m /btrusting you,” he says, pulling me up as heys soft kisses along the side of my neck. One of his hands moves to the back of my dress, slowly unzipping it while I unbutton his ck office shirt.

He pulls the rest of my dress off in just a second, and goosebumps crawl across my skin. I feelpletely exposedb, /beven though bI’m /bstill in my underwear, ck, matching ones–thankfully. But

It was my idea to do this in such an open and massive office, but it feels strange now. I nce out the ss window, and my heart thuds. Then I hear him chuckle.

“No backing out now,

bMalishka/b.

What he does next has my toes curling as his fingers slip beneath my underwear, circling baround /bthat sensitive nubb, /band his teeth bite down gently

on my car.

“Niko.“I don’t even get to thish the sentence because my whole body bis /balready too sensitive.

This is strange. Why am I feeling like a nightly wound bow? It’s not like bthis is /bmy bfirst /btime. Although Niko is definitely more skilled–does technique really make this much of a difference?

“Focus, Malishka,” he says as one of his fingers dips inside me. A moan escapes my lips, and my hand travels down to his training erection. I palm him until I hear him groan I unbuckle his belt band /bunbutton bhis /bcks, taking his length in my hand. The room fills with the sound of bheavy /b-breathing.

Then he shoves in a bsecond /bfinger–and a third.

I cry out. “No–bno/b, too much. Slow down.”

His lips crash onto mine in a bruising kiss, then he pulls away. I let out a mewl of dissatisfaction, but he bdoesn’t /bmove farther. He takes a deep breath, his gaze locked on mine.

“Onest time. Do you really want to do this here? Not in a bed? Somewhere after dinner?”

My mind screeches to a hal

I scoff. “Why? Do byou /balways take your hookups to dinner before fuckin,, them?”

His surprise flickers in his eyes. He bhooks /bba /bbbrow /binto a frown. “Are you jealous?”

My heart jumps at that, but I roll my eyes. “You wish. I mean, seriously–you need to stop taking bthis /bso seriously. This is ba /btransaction, right? bYou /bdan’t owe me dinner. It doesn’t have to be romantic or in the bedroom. So what’s wrong with doing it here? Or does fucking in the office finally go against your moral code bor /bsomething?”

His frown tightens into something sharper, I can see it–the way bhis /bbjaw /bclenches. And byeah/bb, maybe /bI’m going too far. But my chest keeps aching, and I fucking hate myself for feeling bthis /bway.

bWhy /bam I being such a bitch!

8:40 PM

He forces a smile, all teeth and tension. “Fine then.. transaction, right? Don’t worry. Although it’s my first time in my office, I’ll make sure to bsavor /bevery second. The sofa won’t work though-

I gasp as he pulls me up. My legs wrap around him instinctively

“What are you doing?” I ask, wide–eyed.

He grins. “I spent a lot of money, didn’t I? Then of course I need to make sure the sex is of equal bvalue/b.”

My eyes widen even more as he ces me down on the office table. A file tumbles to the floor. I wince at the sound and nce toward the door.

“bIs /bthe door blocked/b?”

“Don’t worry. No one would enter without my permission anyway.”

I look at him like he’s lost his damn mind. “Are byou /binsane? bWhat /bif someone walks in?!”

His smirk deepens. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me into a deep kiss. A zap of electricity shoots up my spine. I melt into it–bbecause /bdamn it, bhe’s /ba good kisser–but I finally push away when I need air.

b“/bbSo /bbwhat/b?” he says. “Everyone will know soon enough that you’re my wife, right?”

My heart thumps again. I want to p myself for feeling anything in that moment.

With practiced case, he peels off my soaked underwearb. /bThen he pulls out his cock and-

Oh bmy /bGod

He’s big

Don’t get me wrong, Dmitri was big btoo/b–around seven inches. But this?

It’s definitely longer. Not just that it’s thicker. Thick enough for me to wonder how the hell it had even fit in his cks.

His hands slide under my knees, pulling me closer until I feel the tip pressing at my entrance.

And before I can even brace myself, he’s breaching me, & gasp escapes as the stretch registers in my body

I push at his chest. “S–slow, dan?n it.”

He exhales heavily, his pupils blown wide as he inches in further.

Roghh“The embarrassing noise escapes my lips before I can stop it

My eyes haze over. I can’t even breathe properly until he bottoms bout/b. Just when I think I’ve adjusted, he pulls out and ms bback /bin.

Tears sting my beyes/bb. /b

Too much

Definitely too much

Again he pulls out and thrusts in with force, and my breath stutters. His lips trail down my neck until he bites bdown/b–on my ear once again making my toes curl as I moan.

*Fucking hell, you’re tight. Did he not even fuck you properly? Or was he just that small?”

The line makes my head spin. “bAre /byou insane!” I try to sound threatening, but ites out more like a whine. My face heats with embarrassment when he chuckles and starts to pick up the pace.

“Ah. Nikoli, abh–1”

This feels like I’m a damn virgin all over bagain/b.

Damn it.

“bNiko/bb./b” he corrects, his voice rough as he lifts me up.

-What–what?”

A loud moan escapes me as every step he takes sends him deeper inside me. It’s pain and bpleasure/b–fused together in a bchaotic/bb, /bbaddicting /bbway/b.

0:40 PM

Then he p

presses my back against the cold ss. My barms /btighten around his neck.

“Call me Niko like you did earlier.

“What the hell–Nikil

He thrusts into me again as I look down, seeing the view of the city. Tiny people bwalking/b, the sun still bright in the sky.

“1. Sald. Call. Me. Niko

Each word is punctuated bwith /bba /bdeep thrust, and my head spins. Shameful squelches echo in the air and heat crawls up my neck

I can’t think. Can’t form ba /bcoherent thought.

My mouth only releases gasps and moans

“Should I stop!” he basks /bsuddenly, pausing bjust /bbefore I reach my climax

“No. No don’t-

“Then call me, Niko”

His eyes winkle. Was this a kink of hist

I give in, because I need toe. “Niko. Please Niko

Then a knock sounds at the door, and my heart plummets to the pit of my stomach. I freeze, wide–eyed, staring at him

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