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“Now, why would I bite you when I have uses for you, Romanov?” Is the man stupid? I’m not going to damage the thing I want. “Unless that’s what you’re into, and then I’m game. Maybe you like when—Fuck!”

The invasion of his cock has the curse slipping from my lips. With how wet I am, he has no trouble sliding deep, but he doesn’t go slow or easy. He wraps his arm around my hips, setting a brutal pace. I stretch my arms, gripping the edge of the desk to try and steady myself as he uses me.

That’s exactly what he’s doing. He’s using my body, punishing me. Why is that so hot?

I thrust back against him, and he grunts as my walls clamp around him. “Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re so fucking wet. I knew you would be like this. Dreamed of it every fucking night. I hate you for it.”

I don’t think he meant to tell me that, but it’s too late now. Knowing he dreamed of me, sharing in the obsession, thrills me, so I reward him by lifting, bracing on my hands, and throwing myself into giving him everything I have.

“I dreamed of you fucking me just like this,” I pant, looking over my shoulder at him. Sweat drips from his flushed face, and his beard glistens in the dim lighting. I fucking love it. “So deep inside me, pet. Taking me over and over. Do you know how good your cock inside me feels right now?”

He grunts, changing the angle of his hips. With him hitting all the right spots, I inhale sharply.

“Oh yes,” I purr. “Right there, pet. Yes, right there. Hard as you can.”

He groans, quickening his pace, chasing his pleasure while sending me toward my own. He just needs a little more.

I contract my inner walls and pant out, “So fucking good, isn’t it, pet? Do you feel how wet I am? How much I want you? How much my body craves you right now? Do you feel how hot and wet you make me? I want to be dripping with your cum when you’re done. I want you filling me so fucking full. Do it, pet. Fill me up. Give it all.” I grind back, putting my hand between us to feel him filling me, and scrape my nails along his balls with enough pressure to have him shouting as he flies over the edge, sending me over as well. I cry out, uncaring who hears.

“Fuck!” he barks as he powers into me.

It’s delicious. Hot and so much more than I thought it could ever be. Fuck, I love it.

My orgasm subsides just before his, and my mind is already moving. This is the moment he’s most vulnerable and my only chance to escape. I almost feel bad for what I’m about to do, but it has to be done. I lift my hand to my chest, fishing out the syringe hidden in my bra and readying it with ease.

When he finally stills, panting, I shiver at the sensation of him dripping out of me, coating my inner thighs. Oh, we’ve made a definite mess. It’s delicious.

When he eases out, I strike. Years of training makes stabbing the vein in his neck easy, and I depress the syringe quickly. The reaction to the drug is instant. I catch him as he falls, grunting at his weight, then ease him into his chair. I brace the chair against the wall to keep it from rolling and sending him tumbling to the floor.

It’s the least I can do after so many spectacular orgasms.

He’s unable to move but completely aware, much like his date. Speaking of …

“Be right back, pet.” I pat his head before I turn, and the other woman is watching us, tears falling down her face, eyes wide.

Good.

I crouch in front of her and give her a cruel smile as I spread my legs wider, letting her see him spilling out of me. “This, this means he’s mine and you will never touch him again.” Sliding my fingers through my folds, I gather our cum and hold it up so she can see it clearly. Her mouth tries to work, but the drug is still too strong. She stares at me, angry and humiliated. “He wants me, not you, so I suggest when you’re able to move, you move the hell along. Touch him again, and next time, I’ll kill you. I don’t allow anyone to touch what’s mine, and that man, he’s mine.”

I clean my cum-covered fingers with the fabric of her stupid dress before I right my G-string, get to my feet, and pull my dress down.

I don’t have a lot of time, and I need to get out of here before the guards get wise and come running back in when they realize the woman Ilya was eating out on his desk wasn’t the one he came in with. The cameras won’t come back on until I leave, but that doesn’t mean I need to take the chance.

I walk back over to Ilya. Oh, yes, he’s going to hate this. He had me so close, probably thinking that the sex would make me vulnerable. How wrong he was.

I give him a slow smile and lean down to kiss his mouth. “Sorry, pet, but we both know that you were planning on trying to keep me, and we can’t have that. I have things I’m still overseeing, but maybe soon.” I commit this moment to memory. Him at my mercy and also looking too fucking good.

Spank-bank material. Next time, maybe I’ll bring one of those make-your-own dildo kits, because I’m going to need this man again. He might have just ruined me for any other man.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you presentable before I leave,” I assure him, tucking his softening cock back into his pants. Well, that, and I don’t want anyone else to see any part of him that’s now mine.

The thought of Tiffany getting to see any part of him fills me with rage, but I think I’ve made it clear what will happen if she even attempts it.

I pick up my knife then look back at Ilya. The drugs are already starting to wear off, as his lashes are fluttering furiously, but his eyes strain to move. His mouth is trying to work, the corners twitching. Good, the dose I gave him was just enough. I don’t want him to stop me, but I don’t want him left like this for too long. He’s vulnerable, and when his eyes manage to flick to my knife, I smile.

“I’m not going to kill you, pet. That would be stupid when I have use for you.” I lift my skirt, ready to tuck the knife back in its spot, and his gaze lands on my now-covered pussy. I grin, satisfaction filling me.

Oh, yes, he wants more. Even now, wanting me dead, he wants more. Another time. I’m not going to be able to help myself.