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He wants to breed me with that thing? I’m almost certain he would split me in two.

Still, the idea fills me with an eagerness to try.

Maverick finally moves, ever so slowly, lowering himself down to plant his feet solidly on the ground.

“So what now?” I ask, raising a brow, unable to not poke the bear.

“Go back to the bike, Cove.” His tone is a warning, one that sends a shiver of fear through me.

“Or what? Are you going to hurt me?” I ask. I might sound like I don’t care, but there’s a part of me that knows if he wanted to, he could hurt me. Could kill me.

“Never,” he growls, that one word filled with so much conviction.

“I’m not moving.” I lift my chin. “You said to come over and find out. Is the big bad bratva man going to back out of his threat... or follow through? I’m here, so let’s see what you’ll do.”

“Cove.” The way he says my name has my knees going weak.

“Yes?”

His jaw grinds together, nostrils flaring. “I’m trying to be a gentleman.”

I can’t help but snort a laugh. “It’s a good thing gentlemen aren’t my type then, hmm.”

The corner of his lips twitches. “That's right, malen'kiy zaychik. How could I forget? I know exactly the kind of man that gets you going.” He raises a hand, sliding his fingers into my hair, cradling the back of my head. His touch makes me shiver, and I gasp when he grabs a handful of my hair, fists it tightly, and yanks my head back. He leans over and brings his lips to mine, letting them hover close enough that I can feel his warm breath against them. “Ty—moya malen'kaya gryaznaya izvrashchenka,” he purrs, his words making my eyes flutter shut as my lungs forget how to work. My body is on fire, electricity dancing along my skin. I’m so wet, so turned on it hurts. “My dirty little deviant.”

It was easy to forget these men were Russian. None of them have an accent, most likely from being born and raised in the US, but even despite spending eight years in Russia, apart from their looks, you couldn’t tell.

However, the way he just spoke to me... with that dark hunger in his voice and that sexy accent? Yeah, I’m truly fucked. No doubt about that in my mind.

He just called me his dirty little deviant, and I fucking loved it.

“You like your men fucked up, don’t you? I remember how turned on you were back in the warehouse, the way your pupils dilated when you saw us covered in blood, realizing what we were doing.”

“N-no,” I stammer out softly. Lie. Big fucking lie.

“No?” he chuckles. “Malen'kiy zaychik, I think you forgot I had my fingers buried in that wet little pussy. That I made you cum all over my hand. I felt how much you loved it.”

The growl in his voice has a whimper slipping free. He’s right, I know he is. We both do. I don’t even know why the lie slipped out.

“Now...” He raises a challenging brow. “Are you going to be a good dirty little whore and get on your knees and take care of this?” he asks, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me forward, pressing his erection against my belly.

I moan, my eyes fluttering shut as my pussy pulses. “Yes.” The answer surprises me, and when I open my eyes, there’s nothing but a feral look staring back at me.

“Then do it,” he snarls, one hand on my shoulder while the other is still tangled in my hair as he shoves me to my knees.

His grip on me doesn’t loosen, but the bite of pain only turns me on more. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m reaching up and pulling the waistband of his shorts down, taking his boxers with them.

His cock springs free, literally hitting me in the face. My breath catches, the shock of the pure weight of it is alarming. I knew the man was big, but now that I’m seeing it up close and feeling its weight as I wrap my hand around it, I’ve determined that this thing is fucking massive. RIP my pussy, that is, if I ever allow his cock near it.

How does he carry this thing around with him? It’s got to weigh a ton.

“The fear in your eyes is addictive,” Maverick chuckles. “Are you scared, Bunny?”

“No.” Here I go lying again.

“Then go on. Suck it,” he growls.

I look back at his length, my hand just barely getting around his girth. Despite how intimidating his cock is, my mouth waters, wanting to taste it.