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Two Weeks Later"Mmm, best fucking sauce. Wanna have you sit on my mouth all day, Lena." Something had changed between them. But that didn't make the sex any less spontaneous, rough.After Elena spent her climax, shuddering in pleasure, Mikhail put her on her knees and pounded into her pussy until she came again, this time, right with him. But then she spent the next thirty minutes in his arms, his muscular body spooning hers, his palm tracing a scar on her shoulder. "How did you get this?" His tone was laced with concern, beneath that deep husky voice. It had been like this for the past two weeks; him constantly asking questions about each mole and curve on her body. Elena was afraid of how much she was becoming addicted to it. But as always, she felt drunk in the feeling of his body against hers, and parted her lips,"It was two years ago, when I was helping Mr Boris... Your father. His laptop screen broke after a fall, and some fell on my body, piercing my skin." Mikhail w
The bedroom was dark, save for the indigo lights from the nightstand lamp, and the rays of the sun that streamed through the window. Soft music played through the speakers as Mikhail placed her in bed, his pupils dark and hungry. "I want you so much, Lena." As he pulled off his shirt to reveal those hot tattoos and ripped muscles, Elena stared, her throat dry, her pupils dilated.He was so damn hot.That tanned skin adorned with colorful ink? Those chiseled jaws, aristocratic nose and toned body? Fucking sexy. But it wasn't just his body that did her in at that moment. Elena's fingers lifted of their own volition and ran through his inked arms, resting on the new tattoos he had on his palms, some coordinate of some sort. He didn't have those years ago, and she was curious. "What do they mean?" Her voice was a soft whisper, soothing the effect of fire that her palm had on his skin.As she spoke, her fingers traced the new ink on his stomach as well, and he spasmed, sucking a s
How did one go from the worst day to having the best day of her life?Scratch that. The real question was, how did she move from not being able to stand Mikhail, to being filled with happiness because of him?"Arghhh! it's so high! I think I'm gonna fall!" Well, she sure was excited, but Elena was also one minute away from calling it quits in the sky and fleeing. The scenic view of the blue lake and the noon sun was totally worth it, but it was scary to fly through the air with the earth beneath them. She wasn't flying per se, but she was attached to Mikhail in the tandem paraglider, and she felt like she was the one doing the flying. "Relax, Lena, you are not gonna fall; I'm a certified tandem pilot." That deep voice managed to make her shudder despite the harsh gust of the wind. Then he slipped one of his palms over her stomach, pulling her closer to himself,"Relax, Lena."And just like that, Elena melted into him, her heart pounding for a different reason. They flew past m
For years, he had dreamt of having her on her knees, shattering her heart the same way she had treated him. And yet, nothing would have prepared Mikhail Volkov for the sight of Elena in tears. In a few words,It crushed what was left of his empty heart. She looked so much smaller, those beautiful crystal pupils shiny and filled with fury and agony, her lips trembling in frustration,"Are...are you even human? I'm not a fucking toy you can play with, and that's a person in a coma, not some pawn in your chess!"Her voice cracked as she spoke, her sobs shattering, breaking down his walls. The cold ice of anger he had felt before melted, and he took a step forward, swallowing hard."Lena..."But she clenched her tiny palm into a fist, punching his chest, "Do...don't fucking touch me. Do...haven't you broken me enough? When are you gonna be satisfied?" Her choked sobs pierced into his chest, and he felt a lump gather in his throat, thick and heavy to swallow. The tears that poured fr
When Elena made the decision to step out, it hadn't been part of her plans to run into Cedric. She had been reluctant to accept his offer of a cup of coffee, given their history and the way she had rejected him in the past. But twenty minutes into their meeting and she felt good. "Come on, don't tell me you already forgot how embarrassing my first TV show was. I was dressed as a clown, remember?" His voice was still soothing, calm and husky, just like his kind personality. Those silver eyes gazed upon her as she threw back her head and laughed, feeling refreshed and free for the first time in years. "Oh please, you can barely compare that to my encounter. I..." Elena's eyes lit up beautifully, her perfect dentition exposed as she spoke,Except that the door suddenly opened, and one of the security officers strode in, leaning down to whisper in her ears,"The boss wants you to meet him at the office, now."What the fuck?It was barely two hours after she left the house and he wa
The demons were quiet that night. Perhaps they finally developed fear for the devil in bed with her, who was the source of her greatest torment. The other side of the bed was warm when Elena opened her eyes, her body weak and yet well-rested. As she slipped in and out of her sleepy state, footsteps padded across the room, and Mikhail stepped out of the walk-in closet, dressed in a suit which fitted him to perfection. His hair was swept back, emphasizing his long regal nose and sharp striking features. As though he could sense that she was watching him, those amber pupils turned to her, and just like that, her heart raced. Damn it. Elena turned away so quickly she almost sprained a sore muscle, pulling the duvet over her body. For a moment, silence descended in the room, thick and heavy as the tension between them. She started to think that he had walked away when she felt the bed dip, a heavy weight crushing it. Then her chin was tipped and turned to the side, and before her