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“It looks amazing, Moss. But I think I’m hungry for something else,” He coos, bending down and kissing the shell of my ear. I whimper, and he reaches around me to turn the stove off, turning me around to face the island counter before pushing me against it, the cool marble pressing on my bare, hot skin. His hands round over my ass, moving dangerously close to my center before turning around and going to my hips instead.
I gasp when he pulls my new underwear down, the cold air of the house hitting my pussy full force. I relax when his hot breath fans across it instead as he kneels. It’s not more than a second before his mouth latches onto my core like a leech to a leg.
A loud moan slash scream rips out of my throat, echoing in the room. I feel his hand come to caress my ass, before he removes it and brings it back down hard on that spot.
I scream, my body lurching forward on instinct. “Shhhh, it’s okay, baby. Let me replace the bad,” he whispers against my folds, his hand smoothing the spot before it’s gone and back down, harder than the first time.
He spanks me a few more times, my screams turning more into unhinged moans. The pain mixes with the pleasure in the most tasty way as he licks over my clit, and I’ve felt myself grow insanely wet.
It runs down my thighs, no doubt Riot’s chin as he continues to lap up at my folds, tasting every crevice of me. His tongue deeps in my center, circling the tight opening before he inserts a finger, pumping it in and out.
When my body starts to burn, my release about to explode, he pulls away fully, and I cry out, the needy feeling doubling every second.
I hear the sound of a zipper, and I hear the clang of his belt hitting the hard floor before I’m thrust forward by him as he buries himself inside me to the hilt.
An embarrassingly loud moan slips from my mouth, and I hear him chuckle behind me. He doesn’t move for a few moments, giving me time to adjust to his size. He is still fucking larger than ever. His hands run up and down my back, his nubs of nails digging into my skin.
“You sing so pretty for me, baby,” he grunts, starting to move his hips back and forth. He slaps my clit, making me cry out from the pleasure.
He pulls my hands from where they rest on the counter and positions them behind my back, one hand holding them together as he reaches his other hand to my boob and tweaks my nipple. He rubs it in between his fingers, and I can start to feel the pressure build in my stomach, ready to explode.
I think he notices I’m about to cum, because his fingers release my nipple and travel down to rub my clit as he bends down to pepper kisses along my back.
Once he touches my clit, rubbing it in fast circles, pinching it, I cum. Stars gather in my vision, my ears ringing as my whole body goes numb, jolting and shaking like I’m being electrocuted.
Riot keeps going, pounding his hips into mine as his grunting gets louder, his thrusts more sloppy. He stills inside me, and I know that he’s finished from the way his cock pulses inside me.
He pulls out of me before disappearing for a second, only to come back and press a warm washcloth to my throbbing pussy. I moan at the contact, and he chuckles.
He finishes wiping my aftermath away before chucking it in the sink and turning me around, picking me up by my thighs and sitting me on the counter, the cold marble making direct contact with my scorching pussy, making me gasp.
“I bought you a bike, a starter bike, you can get a faster one once you can ride fully.” I whip my body around at his words, my excitement rising beyond levels I knew were possible. “It should be here next week. We are going out today to buy you a phone, tablet, laptop, or whatever electronics you want. You will also be getting a car. Once you can drive a car, you can learn to ride a motorcycle.” That sucks. I have no interest in driving a car. I want to get onto the straddle zoomer.
Sighing, I nod my head, and he smiles, hand coming up to ruffle my already messy hair. “Let’s go get dressed, Moss.” He takes my hand, leading me to the bedroom.
We’ve been at the mall for a couple of hours, wandering around aimlessly, hand in hand. We stopped at the Apple Store, and Riot let me pick out whatever I wanted. So now I have the latest iPhone, laptop, and iPad. We set up the basic stuff at the store, and I go on Riot’s phone plan, and he will show me everything else at home.
We’re just window shopping, looking at all the cool things the mall has to offer. We’ve been into countless stores. I’ll stare at something too long inside or on a mannequin, and Riot will insist we go inside to get whatever I was looking at. He has all the bags in one hand, my hand in his other.
After finding the door we came in, we make our way to Riot’s car. He makes me stand by him while he puts the bags in the trunk so he can walk me to my door and open it.
He zips down the streets of New York, on the phone with his brother right now. Viktor says she hasn’t woken up yet, and doctors said she probably won’t for another day or so because of the sedative medicine they gave her. Viktor said he can stay out with me for a bit longer, but he needs to be back before sundown. Riot plans to get my car before then.
Pulling into a Kia dealership, he parks in a parking spot by the front door, turns the car off, and comes over to my side to open my door. He lets me use his phone before we leave, looking at some cars online to see what I would like.
I saw a black Kia K5 with pink leather seats in an ad and wanted that one. He sighed at me wanting a pink car, but agreed we would go look. So here we are, walking into the dealership and getting ambushed by a salesperson the second the door closes. Riot screams rich, so no doubt all the employees called dibs on who gets to help us.
The man helping us drones on about the more expensive cars they have, trying to sway my choice to one of those. I just want the K5. I designed it and everything already. Everything that I could color on the inside is neon pink, and the outside is an iridescent pearl color. It will take a month for the car to arrive at the dealership, so Riot said we’d just buy one off the lot today so I can start learning how to drive soon, and we’ll come back for my car when it gets here.
I pick out a simple red car, red interior, and a large screen across the dashboard. He calls someone to come pick it up and secure it at the manor in the mountains since there’s no way in hell he’s leaving his car here and having someone else drive it. I doubt I’ll ever be able to drive his car.
Once we make our way back to the penthouse, it’s already dark, and we sprawl out on the couch with all my new electronics, and he’s teaching me how to use them all.
He took a picture of himself, with his mask on, and set it as my lock screen and background, not that I’m complaining. There’s always been a part of me scared of him in the mask, because when he’s in the mask, he’s Riot. When he’s not in the mask, he’s just Dmitri. My Dmitri. The mask always elicited a small flicker of fear in me, but the fear that feels thrilling, not the fear that drowns you.
“I have added mine, Viktor’s, and Damien’s phone numbers in here. You must ask me before adding anyone to the phone for safety reasons.” His tone is serious, not wanting to be controlling in a toxic way, but controlling in a protective way. I’ve learned small bits about this life, and I don’t want to put myself in harm’s way anymore, so I will be listening.
“Can I add the f-friends I made yest-terday?” His eyes search mine for a second before nodding.
