Lust Games

One glance at that flawless olive skin, those soft round tits he had spent hours worshiping, that soft mound of shaved flesh where he buried himself until heat covered his skin,

And the powerful CEO forgot his own need to breathe.

His groin hardened painfully, twitching against his crisply tailored pants.

Amber pupils darkened to the shade of bourbon, and he felt drunk in lust, pulled by the temptation of her alluring body.

In the three years of their separation, he had lusted and dreamt of this moment, but nothing fucking came close to reality.

Elena was all woman, sexier, bolder, a fucking femme fatale.

And she took a step towards him, those red cherry lips pouted like a dangerous forbidden fruit.

"What are you waiting for? Isn't it why you asked me to take off my clothes, or you can't get it up anymore?"

That fucking witch.

She taunted him with that voice that sounded like sin, and Mikhail almost took the bait.

In his head, he had her against the wall, taking her to pound town until those lying lips screamed his name and he had that soft ass juggling as he fucked the shit out of her.

Literally.

But he grabbed her hand, suddenly remembering why he had her strip.

"Oh, Elena, you know we will be catching up on three years worth of fucking soon, but you won't have any property bought by my father on you when that happens."

What the...

Her pupils narrowed in confusion, and he placed his thick index finger against her lips, cursing inwardly at how soft they were.

Like an intoxicating grape.

"You will take a test first, and if it comes out clean, you sign a contract and get ready to take me, anytime, anywhere."

Her fingers clenched together, every arousal she had felt melted by the cold ice of his insults.

But she would be damned if she showed him any of her hurt.

Elena Taylor rested her palm against his chest, a wall of muscles and ripped abs creating friction as she ran her fingers down his toned stomach.

Mikhail had a number of things to say, but he kept silent, watching her with a hooded gaze.

Whatever she was planning, he would be one step ahead of her this time.

Except that the palm that bridged the gap between the unholy and heaven caressed the bulge in his pants,

And his breath caught in his throat.

"What game are you playing, Elena?"

Her name on that wicked erotic tongue almost distracted her, but she focused on her goal, unclasping his belt and slipping her fingers into his pants.

"Oh fuck." Mikhail's muscled stomach spasmed, his balls painfully heavy, his cock steel hard.

Heat gathered in his temple the moment those fingers found his thick cock.

Then the sensual woman ran her tongue through her upper lip, slowly, seductively.

"Elena..." His breaths were ragged, his pupils dilated with the lust that rushed to his dick.

His cock was twitching painfully and nudging against his pants, and Elena covered the distance between them, running her tongue through the tanned skin of his neck, all the way to his earlobe.

"Baby..."

His teeth sank into his lower lip, his muscles spasming in anticipation.

To hell with the tests, he would bend her over right now and watch that bouncy ass as she took his cock in her wet tight...

"Oh shit! Fucking hell!"

One of them screamed all right, but not Elena, and definitely not in pleasure.

While the witch seduced the hell out of him, she tightened her hold around his cock and balls,

And fucking squeezed them together!

Just at the same time that she wedged her knee in his groin.

Mikhail Volkov's eyes parted widely, his muscles tightening as his palms flew to his aching balls.

Motherfucker.

Elena Taylor stood before him with a triumphant expression in her eyes, and she stepped back, giving him the middle finger.

"Why don't you get a test for both of your hands, and if they are clean, you go fuck yourself in the ass? And FYI, there will be no three years worth of fucking, unless I say so, you understand?"

While the billionaire tycoon fought his blue balls and his crushed testicles, Elena walked upstairs with her bag,

Majestic in her nudity.

As soon as she was in the safety of the guest room where she had slept on the few nights she had problem with Mikhail, she reached into her bag and pulled out a hard drive.

After all, she hadn't only boarded a flight to New York because of the blackmail,

And there was a reason the late Boris had given her half of his property.

***

The first thing Elena noticed when she woke up was that she was no longer in the guest room.

Recognition hit her with the force of the sun that peeped through the golden blinds, her heart pounding as she took in the cream and gold interior decoration,

All which she had designed herself, three years ago.

Nothing had changed in the room; even the brush that Mikhail would use to run through her hair...

Everything was just as she had left it.

Fuck, agony squeezed her heart as memories flooded her mind, each promise they had made to each other ripping her heart apart.

Was this his form of punishment?

The door opened, and the wicked devil who had shattered her young heart strode in, dressed in a black suit that emphasized the color of his eyes.

Beautiful demon...

Each step he took sucked the air out of the room, and as she watched, transfixed and broken, he pulled out a seat and unbuttoned his suit, making himself comfortable.

"I hope you slept well, because you have a long day ahead of you."

His voice was rougher and sterner, carrying no compassion for her tears, or the pain in her heart.

"Why...why are you doing this? You brought me to this room on purpose."

Her voice cracked, her teeth chattering in helpless hate.

But Mikhail Volkov had woken up on the ruthless side of the bed, and he crossed his legs, slamming a document in front of her.

"Sign it, it's our contract for the next six months where you do every fucking thing I tell you to. If you don't, I will withdraw the support of the Volkov foundation for your sister and her kid."

No.

Not her sister who couldn't walk anymore because of her and now relied on her passion for music.

How had he found out about it so fast?

Elena shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clenched the sheets in her fingers.

"N...no, please. I will sign the contract, but please, don't take away the only thing she lives for now."

Her heart squeezed tightly in her chest, and defeated, she picked up the pen with shaky fingers,

Signing away her life to the devil, for the next six months.