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He chuckles quietly, his eyes darkening with both amusement and something more primal. “Won’t you regret it? You don’t seem like the kind of woman who jumps into bed with a stranger so easily.”

His thumb brushes across my lips, lingering there as his gaze fixes on my mouth. The warmth of his body, the masculine scent, the dominance radiating from him—it makes me want to melt, to surrender completely.

“I won’t regret it,” I whisper, barely holding myself together. “Sometimes… you just have to be a bad girl.”

Before I can say another word, his lips crash into mine—demanding, hungry, claiming.

And strangely enough, this time, I don’t want to run. I don’t want to push him away. I fall completely under his spell, under his control. My mind turns to pink mist, drenched in desire, while reason and caution storm out, slamming the door behind them.

It’s embarrassing to admit, but I’ve barely kissed anyone before. Just a few awkward attempts that hardly count. But now… now it feels like something entirely different. This man steals my breath, and I respond to him with the same fiery hunger, melting into his strong arms.

He gently pushes me back toward the bed, and I collapse onto my elbows, watching as my seducer begins to undress—his gaze never leaving mine.

Oh. My. God. That body!

Across his sculpted chest sprawls a massive tattoo that trails down his arm and disappears along his neck. Powerful arms, perfect abs, that confident smirk on his lips...

Between my thighs, there’s heat and wetness I’ve never known before. Desire burns through me so intensely it’s almost frightening.

And for the first time tonight, my fear isn’t about losing my virginity—

…it’s that I somehow won’t.

When Nazar—Kirill, or whatever his name was—stood completely naked before me, I swallowed hard. My eyes widened at the sheer size of him. But instead of fear, I felt a thrill coursing through me, my body pulsing with desire in ways I’d never experienced before.

“Don’t tease me like that, you scoundrel!” I groaned, unable to contain myself.

He looked at me again, as if I were the eighth wonder of the world, a slow, amused smile curling his lips.

“Oh, you little tigress,” the gorgeous man murmured, slipping on protection. The sight was so erotic, so deliciously wicked, that I felt ready to cry out.

He hovered over me, letting his gaze linger for a few seconds, positioning himself between my legs—but he didn’t rush. The tension stretched, electric and intoxicating, making every nerve in my body ache with anticipation.

He begins to explore my face with his lips, tracing the curves of my body with warm, skilled hands. The weight of his body pressing against me is intoxicating, and I let my own hands roam over his firm chest, arms, and neck. The scent of his expensive cologne fills my senses, and I can feel myself squirming under him, craving more.

His lips descend to my chest, and in one smooth motion he removes my bra, immediately lavishing attention on my nipples. Electric pulses shoot through me, spreading heat straight to my core. His hand slides into my panties, and a satisfied smile tugs at his lips as he senses just how much I want him.

As he sinks his fingers deeper inside me, I notice a flicker of surprise on his face — his expression suddenly hardens.

“You’re so tight,” he whispers against my lips, rubbing me slowly, and then realization hits him. “Wait… are you… a virgin?”

Oh no. No. No. I won’t let him stop. Not now.

“Is that a problem for someone like you?” I murmur, pressing my lips to his neck and burying my fingers in his hair. “I want you. This is my decision, and I won’t forgive you if you leave me empty-handed now.”

“Even if I wanted to, I can’t stop myself anymore,” he whispers against my lips, kissing me deeply. “You’re driving me insane… but I’m going to have to change my plan of action.”

When Nazar pulls back slightly, I feel a pang of disappointment as I watch him remove the condom.

Really? And you said you couldn’t stop yourself, bastard!

Just as I open my mouth to tell him exactly what I think, I feel my legs being spread wide and his tongue ran along the wet entrance into unknown depths.

Oh… this is thrilling!

“Wait! I didn’t plan for this on the site!” I gasp, panic mixed with excitement. Surely, this wasn’t part of the service I had requested. But the feeling is so overwhelming, so intoxicating, that I’d happily pay any extra amount.

“Can you really plan something like this?” he murmurs. “I haven’t seen a virgin in ages.”

He intensifies his movements, exploring me with more daring, licking and teasing every sensitive spot. I can’t hold back my moans, gripping the sheets so hard my knuckles ache.

And then… when the audacious man gently nips at my tender pearl, I screamed from the orgasm that hit me for the first time in my life.

My eyes became so dark from the rush of sensations that I didn't immediately feel the sharp penetration. Down below, the tension was almost unbearable, and Nazar froze inside me, kissing away my involuntary tears.

“Shh, baby… it’s going to feel good now,” the night moth murmured, pressing soft kisses to my lips and neck as he began to move.

The pain melted almost instantly, replaced by waves of sheer, intoxicating pleasure. With every thrust, I relaxed more and more, surrendering myself completely to these new sensations and to this master of his craft.

I screamed, clawed at his back, completely lost in the rhythm of his skilled touch, over and over again. He drove me to madness with his hands and body throughout the night. How many times I soared toward the stars, I can hardly even count.

This night would be etched into my memory forever — one of the most intense, meaningful, and pleasurable experiences of my life.

Nazar truly was a remarkable stallion — no question about it. Not one moment of regret crossed my mind for choosing him, for paying for this experience. He had earned every cent… and more.