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  Hurriedly, I drop to my knees on the floor in front of the couch and draw closer to the slice of heaven between her legs.

  At first, I just look, taking in her brown pussy lips with her pink clit playing peekaboo between them. I inhale her arousal deeply—god I want all of it. I can’t wait any longer.

  “Has anyone ever done this for you, sweetheart?”

  If I’m not mistaken, her blush intensifies. “Um, no—”

  I know I’m a bastard but I can’t help the surge of power this gives me. I shoot her a grateful look and get to work on eating her top to bottom.

  Chapter 7 - Ava

  Oh my god. This big potentially dangerous Russian who I just met an hour ago has his tongue between my legs and I’ve never felt sexier or more desperate for pleasure. He’s looking at me like I’m a fucking gourmet spread for him to devour. Who am I and what the hell am I doing?

  After what feels like an eternity but also not long enough, I’m mindless with pleasure—every stroke of his tongue, every suck of my clit perfectly pushing me that much closer to orgasm.

  I can hear just how wet I am, and for a second, I panic, wondering if he thinks it’s gross or—

  He pulls away, nostrils flared, as he stares up at me. “Get out of your head right now,” he growls.

  I blink down at him. “Oh, I—“

  “Do you want me to stop? Tell me if you don’t like it,” he says, his voice a bit more gentle.

  I’m shaking my head no before he even finishes getting the words out. “Sorry,” I whisper, “I just panicked because I wasn’t sure if... I don’t know. It seems like I’m too wet or something, or maybe I don’t taste good, or—“

  He buries his head between my legs again, his forehead resting on my vulva. As he speaks, his lips brush teasingly against my pussy. “Sweet girl, you’re the most delicious damn thing I’ve ever tasted in my life. I want your pussy juice all over my face, all over every part of me. It’s taking a lot of restraint to hold back and not just bury myself in you and never let go.”

  Oh.

  Oh.

  He looks back up at me with a wicked smile that somehow makes me even wetter. “Would you like me to continue, zvezda moya?” His voice is teasing when he asks, but his gaze is anything but. And I really need to ask him what zvezda moya even means, but I can't concentrate on that right now. I nod and nearly explode with anticipation as he runs his thumbs over the slick outer lips of my pussy. The pressure is light at times, firm at others, and he somehow has me worked up without even touching me inside, where I need him the most.

  “Just in case I did not make this clear,” he continues, “your pussy is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. I’m addicted already, after just this little taste. And the fact that you’re so wet for me is even better, I swear.”

  He holds my gaze as he continues his exquisite torture of my pussy, waiting for me to beg.

  "Maxim, please, please," I whine, and he buries his face down there once more, keeping my lips open with those roving thumbs, stretching them out so that all of me is bared to him. I think I hear a low curse escape him before his talented tongue is lapping up every single drop of me.

  I don’t have to imagine that he’s into it—he’s showing me everything right now. I happen to look down past where he’s devouring me, and notice that his hips are moving, seemingly of their own accord, humping the air and grinding against the edge of the couch.

  Suddenly, I can’t do this. Not the way we’re doing it anyway. I need to give him the same sort of relief, the same pleasure. I grab onto his hair, perhaps a little rougher than I intended, and manage to squeak out a ‘wait!’ before he makes me come.

  “What happened? Did I hurt you?” His expression is so pained at the thought, I think I fall a little bit in love with him in this moment.

  I shake my head but suddenly I’m shy. I don’t know how to ask for this or even the logistics of what it would entail. Once again, he’s just patiently looking up at me. Gosh, he’s so sweet. His patient gaze allows me the courage to say what I want to say.

  “I want you. I want to make you feel good too,” I tell him, and he grins.

  “Oh Ava, you already are making me feel good. Just by the fact that you’re letting this scary Russian man taste the heaven between your legs. That is enough.”

  Still, I shake my head. “No, I want you to get relief too.” I hesitate before deciding to just ask for what I’m thinking. “Isn’t there a way for us to... you know, do both things? Your mouth on me and mine on you?”

  Chapter 8 - Maxim

  Christ, my little virgin with the honey-coated pussy wants to 69. I definitely didn’t expect that today, and I wasn’t lying when I told her that she was giving me insane amounts of pleasure just by letting me eat her out. But now, she’s looking at me with those earnest, pleading eyes, like she wants desperately to do this for me, and I know I’ll do anything she asks of me.

  Still, there’s a problem with the logistics. The couch we’re on is large but I’m not sure it’s big enough to contain me. Before I can object and argue that we can finish this elsewhere, Ava gently pushes me to sit perpendicular to the couch. I’m happy to see that the couch is deeper than it looks, so I have room to spread my legs a bit. I crook my finger toward Ava to direct her to sit on me, and she looks down at me with a hesitant look.

  “I didn’t think this through,” she whispers with a little laugh. “Do you think—will I fit on you? What if I crush you and you can’t breathe or—“

  I can’t help the growl that escapes me. “Ava, baby, if you don’t get your ass over here and sit your pussy on my face in the next ten seconds, I’m grabbing you and not letting go until you come at least four times for me.” Little does she know I’ll do that anyway.

  Finally, her hesitation is gone, replaced by pure lust and mischief. I help her settle on me backward, her ass in my face. I haven’t had a chance to see her tits, and she’s still wearing that damn corset so I will have to wait til later for that. Instead, I grab her hips and notch her firmly over my mouth, loving the way I can feel her arousal dripping out of her.

  She moans and that nearly does me in. Hearing her take her pleasure is one of the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard. Vaguely, I register her shifting and bending down toward the lower half of my body while I make sure to keep her pussy on my mouth. She carefully pulls out my dick, which is so hard I’m surprised I haven’t torn a hole in my pants.

  I feel her soft, small hands on me, tentative at first but then with more pressure, seeking something. She swipes at the pre-cum I know is already gathered down there. I feel more than see her stick her finger in her mouth, groaning as she tastes me. Before I can say anything, she’s taking me back into her mouth, absolutely zero hesitation or warning.

  And fuck, her mouth feels perfect. I want to tell her, but I can’t begin to bring myself to pull away from her slick pussy. I’ve got two fingers hooked inside her and her little clit between my teeth, and I know she’s just ready to go off like a rocket. She sucks and swirls her tongue around my cockhead, and shit shit shit, I never knew it could feel this good. I pull off of her for a second to warn her that I’m going to come soon. “If you don’t want to swallow me down that’s fine baby, just warning you so you can—“

  “No no no, I want to swallow you, give me everything. I’m so close too,” she whimpers, and then we’re both lost in the act of giving each other pleasure while also receiving it in the same intense way. I feel her cunt tighten around my fingers, which only makes my balls even closer to exploding. As she comes around my hand and on my face, her juices rushing out to coat my face, her sucking grows tighter, more frantic, and I know she just wants me to feel the same pleasure she does.

  She’s still shuddering from her orgasm, having these little aftershocks, and fuck if that doesn’t put me over the edge. I come hard and deep and I can feel her drinking me down. Christ, I want to see her face as she swallows all of me. Soon, I tell myself. Soon, I�
�ll be making love to her every day. Soon, I’ll be coming inside her, pumping her full of my seed, marking her as mine forever.

  Chapter 9 - Ava

  I just came on his face. He just came in my mouth. The whole experience has me grinning like a maniac as we put our clothes back in order. I know he needed to leave for a meeting a while ago, but I was on fire for him and honestly, I regret nothing. Still, I know he needs to leave and I’m not trying to keep him.

  “So, I guess I’ll just see you... later then?” I say, and I instantly curse myself for being so uncool.

  He cocks his head, raising an eyebrow at me in confusion. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

  “You have your meeting now and I just...,” I trail off, unsure what the fuck I’m trying to say. I busy myself by smoothing down my hair as best as I can before giving up and tossing it up into a big poufy bun. I don’t miss the way his eyes track the movement, making me hot for him all over again. Finally, once my hair is up, he acknowledges that I’ve said something.

  “What about my meeting?”

  “I... Maxim, I...,” I give up, huffing out a frustrated sigh at the fact that he won’t throw me a freaking bone here. “Oh my god, I just need to know what we are doing, I’m sorry. I am not used to any of this,” I say, gesturing between us. “I don’t hook up with strangers in hotel rooms. Or anywhere really.”

  Maxim stalks toward me, not stopping until he’s right in my personal space and I can feel his chest rising and falling against mine.

  “Sweet girl,” he says, and gently cups my face, forcing my eyes up to look at his. “Weren’t you listening when I said I would take care of you? When I told you I was going to marry you? I do not understand where this confusion is coming from.”

  At this, I roll my eyes. “Well, I might not be experienced with sex but I do know that guys tend to make promises or say things they don’t mean when they are trying to get into a girl’s pants. I would be stupid to believe everything you said to me before I had your dick in my mouth.”

  His eyes flash something dark and dangerous, and it’s like I can see him processing everything I just said and deciding what he wants to respond to first. He exhales deeply and shakes his head. “I understand why you would be wary, beautiful girl, I do. You do not know me, but trust me, I do not usually fall into this sort of thing with women the way I did today.”

  I shoot him a skeptical look.

  He shakes his head. “No no, I am serious. Ava, I have not even had sex with a woman in over ten years. But when I saw you...,” he says, trailing off.

  Fuck fuck fuck. I turn from him, desperately hoping he doesn’t see the tears in my eyes. No dice. He gently turns me back to him. The sight of my tears looks like it causes him physical pain, which only makes me cry more.

  “Darling, did I say something wrong? Did I hurt you? Tell me, please, so I can fix it. I am so sorry,” he whispers.

  I shake my head and bury my face in his shirt. He holds me close, letting me cry against him.

  “I don’t even know what’s happening. I just... I’ve never had anyone say something like that to me. I—this feels like a dream. And I don’t know who you really are but I still trust you for some reason.”

  “Shh, that trust means everything to me, baby. Fucking everything. Let me go down and meet with this man, and you stay here. I should be back within an hour. Are you hungry? Please order everything you want, do not worry about the price. Order the whole fucking menu.”

  He glances down at my outfit, the tight casino uniform putting me more than a little on display. His mouth flattens into a grim line as he takes it in. “You look incredible in this uniform, but I hate every single day you wore it here and other people got to see you in it. Will you be comfortable in this or should I have someone send up something else? I can take you home after my meeting.”

  “That’s fine,” I say, a little dizzy with everything he’s telling me. “I’ll be okay til then. Thank you.” I reach up and grip his face, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. His face is still covered in me, and it’s slightly embarrassing but mostly arousing as hell.

  “Before you go, you might want to...,” I trail off, gesturing vaguely to my face before pointing at his. “Might want to rinse your face or wipe it or something. I kind of left a mess,” I say, trying not to sound as sheepish as I feel. After all, it’s not like he was complaining. Still, he’s about to go back out in public and have a meeting with someone; he probably doesn’t want his face covered in my wetness when we do.

  Without acknowledging what I said, he yanks my hair tie out of my bun, forcing my jumble of curls to cascade down.

  “Two things. Number one: your hair is perfect and beautiful and I love to see it untamed around you, like the goddess you are. I’m desperate to see it splayed out on the pillow behind you as I make love to you.”

  I can’t hold back my whimper upon hearing his filthy desires. My god, this fucking man. He’s too good, too sexy, it’s relentless.

  At my uncontrolled sound of desire, he smirks, somehow rendering him even sexier, and I close my eyes against the assault on my senses. His gentle kiss on my forehead is achingly sweet and incongruous with the words coming out of his mouth. I think that’s what makes it even more filthy.

  “Number two, sweetheart, is that I’d rather die than wash you off of me, are you kidding? If we had time, I’d do it again. I want more of it, all over me. I want that perfect pussy to be the only thing I smell and taste for the rest of my goddamn life. And if the fucker I’m meeting with smells it on me, even better. That way he knows without a doubt that you’re mine,” he says, finishing that last part on a growl.

  And goddammit, I really should take a step—or several—back from this because it’s crazy, right? It’s crazy to feel so strongly about a man I’ve just met. It’s ridiculous to want him this badly, to crave him, isn’t it? But I can’t help it. It’s like from the moment we locked eyes, something made sense to me. Something that had been eluding me my entire life. It was lust and attraction, sure, but it was also like I’d found the answer to a puzzle I didn’t even know I’d been working on.

  Chapter 10 - Maxim

  I’m on edge as I leave Ava in the penthouse and make my way down to meet the manager. There’s no reason for me to be so antsy—it’s not as if she gave me any indication that she wanted to leave while I was gone. If anything, she seemed almost sad that I was leaving at all.

  I know it isn’t rational, but for a split second part of me considered taking her to the meeting with me. Which is how I know I am in way too deep. Thankfully, I came to my senses. Showing up with her to a meeting like this would have put a clear target on her as someone I cared about, even if we both pretended that she was just some dealer I picked up for a fun night. It wouldn’t work that way, and the last thing I needed was for this prick to catch wind of what would apparently be my one weakness.

  My phone rings as the elevator opens onto the casino floor, now bustling with a larger crowd than when I first got here. I find a quieter space near the cashier’s box where I can hear a little better.

  “What is going on?” I ask Luka, slightly annoyed that he’s even calling me in the middle of what was supposed to be my job.

  “How is Punch?” Luka asks, his low growl always suggesting a little bit of danger in his otherwise polished tone.

  I sigh. “It’s fine, so far. I have not met with him yet but I am on my way now.”

  “And does it seem like things are on the up and up?”

  I take my time considering this question for a moment. Should I tell him that everything is fine? Should I bring up the concerns Ava told me about her sister?

  “Maxim?” Luka’s voice interrupts my thoughts.

  I clear my throat and move further away from any prying ears. “Look, I don’t want to make you panic, but there’s a dealer I talked to tonight, she says she’s here looking for her sister who disappeared weeks ago.”

  There’s a long silence. I hope aga
inst all hope that Luka has nothing to do with this. He’s not that kind of man, the kind to take girls and make them disappear. He doesn’t traffic in people. But in the silence, I know that if he turns out to be behind the reason my love’s sister is gone, the reason for my Ava’s pain, I will not hesitate to destroy him. The feeling is somehow both terrifying and reassuring.

  “Disappeared? And she thinks someone from the casino is involved?” Luka asks, bringing me out of my thoughts.

  “She’s not sure, but she thinks so. Apparently, there was some high roller who took a liking to her sister and then claimed he was taking her to Europe to work for two weeks. I am not quite sure.”

  “Send me as many details as you have, about the girl and the man. And I will get my team on it. It will not do to have people disappearing from my casino.”

  I nod, though he cannot see me. “Da. I shall send you the info. In the meantime, let me see if I can extract anything from the manager.”

  When I make my way to the manager’s office, there are two armed guards at the door. I don’t recognize them as Luka’s guys, which is at once curious and alarming. It’s not too suspicious for a boss to want to hire his own security. What is suspicious, however, is that Luka has no idea about these guys.

  Eric is a pale, thin man. The kind of man who doesn’t look dangerous at first glance, but ends up being the most dangerous of them all. He has a wild, almost feral, look in his eyes, like a desperate man with very little stopping him from doing whatever it takes to protect himself. Even though he tries to fake friendly ease when I walk in, I can tell by the stiff way he greets me that he is feeling cornered and is ready to lash out at any moment. I need to take my time with this one.

  “Maxim, to what do we owe this pleasure? You haven’t been to Punch since we opened.”