Page 8 of Baby for the Bratva King

He applies pressure to my lower stomach, some of the muscle pain easing. How does he know what feels good? Where did he learn how to do this?

I let those questions fly out of my head, focusing on more important things. There’s no time like the present, and this moment is already fleeting. I intend to hold onto it for as long as possible, because when this is over, I can never go back.

Felix withdraws his cock only to reenter me with more force. He repeats this motion a few times until my walls begin recognizing his presence, and before I know it, I’m clawing his shoulder blades, bucking my hips to meet his thrusts as he slides all the way into my pussy, feeding me pleasure.

My eyelids flutter closed, allowing me to sink deeper into the feeling. Stars flicker behind my eyes. A force larger than life settles in the pit of my stomach, like the entire universe is resting in my belly.

I part my lips, moaning as I try to make sense of this feeling. But the feeling is incomparable..

“I feel like I’m about to…” I choke, unable to finish the sentence.

“Let yourself go,” encourages Felix. “Your pussy is taking me well. Look down. See for yourself.”

I glance down, watching his cock disappear all the way into my body. “Holy shit.”

I crash my hips into his, needing him to go faster.

“Hold onto me. Let’s see how much more of me you can take.”

Desire burns low in my belly, my orgasm only a few thrusts away.

Felix drives into me harder, faster, gritting his teeth as his movements turn erratic.

My eyes flutter closed again, and I allow my entire body to part around his cock, giving myself full permission to lose control.

His cock grazes my walls in the right place, and everything explodes. I flop against the wall, losing consciousness as pleasure rolls through me in waves, almost like I’m floating on water without the fear of drowning…

I suppose the drowning will come later when the rational side of my brain switches back on.

I crash against the bathroom tiles as Felix finishes deep inside. He blows out a long breath when he finishes, walking under the shower to rinse off.

I should probably do the same, but I can rinse myself off at home. Hanging around Felix after sex is a bad idea. The guy just took my virginity, and I need to get the fuck out of here before my clingy personality sets in and starts attaching strings to the wrong man.

Mortified, I step out of the shower, grab my damp clothes and leave without saying a word.

I stagger down the corridor with weak legs and an aching pussy. After crossing several professional boundaries, and many personal ones, I consider myself fired.

Because there’s no way in hell a well-respected man like Felix will want me to be his maid after this.

2

FELIX

I stare at the bathroom tiles where I held Saskia, wondering if I should go after her.

But I don’t chase, not unless I have an enemy to slaughter.

I glide a hand through my hair, standing under the shower. Weak people make mistakes, and I fear I’ve fallen.

I never should’ve hired her as my in-house maid. Saskia is the kind of woman you only meet once in your life, a real angel, too innocent to be living in a place like this.

People are easy to figure out. Money makes you an expert in human psychology. I became a billionaire at forty and started putting people into categories. Money and sex are the only two things that make the world go around. When you have what people desire, members of the public start worshipping you like some god.

I’m no god, and Saskia knows that, which is why I hired her for the job.

I don’t want someone turning me into their muse. I want someone to clean my house and get the job done, and Saskia was doing exactly that.

Unfortunately, I fall weak like everyone else in this city and let my own desires get the better of me. Saskia was behaving, doing exactly what I wanted her to do, and yet I hated it.