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“Moss,” I warn. I see the hesitancy in her eyes before she continues, fingers tracing the zipper before she tugs it down at a punishing pace. She pops the button open, and I can see her throat bob, her swallowing hard. She’ll swallow my cum hard, that’s for fuckin’ sure.

I pull my phone out, shooting a quick text to Viktor before I hear it buzz on the chair he was sitting in. Are you fucking kidding me? Getting up in a flash, I grab his phone, chucking it down the hallway before slamming the door closed and locking it.

I sit back in my chair, and she hasn’t moved an inch. Her hands return to where they were, toying with the already open zipper. She wraps her small hands around the edge of my jeans, tugging them down far enough for her to have clearance to pull my cock out of my boxers.

She pulls the slit in my boxers open, my cock springing out of it. She flinches back slightly, and I go to put myself away before her hand lands on mine to stop me, eyes pleading. “Let me please. Replace the b-bad, right?” Her words make me like putty in her hands. I pull my hands away and return them to the armrests.

Her eyes look at my cock, the protruding veins, pre-cum dripping down the length already. Her breathing is heavy, her hands shaking slightly as they grip the base. Her warm hands feel like heaven, and I almost cum on the spot.

If I thought her touch was good, it doesn’t compare to the white in my vision when her mouth wraps around the tip, tongue swirling around the slit.

“Fuck!” I moan, her mouth creating a light suction that has my toes throwing gang signs.

My hands grip her hair lightly, but hard enough so she knows I’m still in control. Her hands grip my thighs as she pulls back and goes back down, taking as much as she can in her mouth. A loud groan rips from my throat, my hands tightening in her blonde hair.

I guide her up and down, not pushing past a certain part of her throat to make sure she doesn’t get sick, but if she does, we’ll clean it up and go about our day. Guys get mad when they shove their dick down the girl’s throat, and then they throw up. Gag reflexes are normal.

It takes no time at all before I feel the tightening of my balls, telling me I’m close. “Baby, I’m going to cum in that pretty mouth of yours if you don’t stop,” I growl down at her.

I see her mossy eyes flick up to me, danger written all over them. Her eyes flutter close, and she creates the tightest suction in her mouth, going as fast as she can. What pushed me over the edge was when her hand reached down to cup my balls, squeezing slightly.

Fuck, that mouth is going to be even more of a problem now.

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21

Chapter Twenty-One

I love you - Billie Eilish

Penelope

My mind reels with the thought of what I just did. I’ve never given someone a blowjob willingly. The look on his face when he fell over the edge. It was like I was the only one who ever pleased him like that. He looked euphoric, almost trance-like.

I swallow the warm, salty liquid in my mouth, hating the way it tastes. My face grimaces, and he notices. “Baby, you don’t have to swallow it,” he pants, clearly out of breath from my magic.

I sigh in relief. I can spit this nasty goo out next time. Next time. It sounds weird to say that I’m actually excited to give someone another blowjob. “If you spit it out, it will be in my hand. And I will shove it all up that pussy of yours to make you carry my baby.” My eyes widened in shock at his words. He wants me to have his baby?

A loud knock has me shrinking back under the desk. Dmitri tucks himself in, pulling up his jeans and fastening them. He puts his mask on, and he walks out of my view. I sit down fully, pulling my knees to my chest as I hear him open the door.

“We’ve gotten word that there are nine cars that are circling the building. No plates, blacked out, and a bumper sticker of a snake eating itself,” the voice says, with a Russian accent, so I assume this is Viktor. I hear Dmitri curse, hitting the wall beside the door, making me flinch.

I hear his heavy boots coming towards me. He pulls me up gently and directs me out the door to his bedroom, Viktor in tow.

“D, what do we do?” Viktor asks, running a hand through his hair. It’s just now dawning on me, his tattoos. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows cause it’s a little too toasty in here. The scars they cover. They are deep and prominent.

Smoke and lightning-looking tattoos swirl on both his arms, stopping at his hands and disappearing under his sleeves further up. He sees me staring, glaring at me, before tugging his sleeves down all the way.

“Just what you said, Viktor. We wait. We know nothing of what they are going to do. So we wait.” I mean, he’s got a point. Viktor nods his head.

“Okay then. I will be out in the living room with the men if you need me,” he says, before turning on his heel and strolling out, slamming the door shut behind him. He turns around, taking his mask off and sets it on the chair closest to him.

Dmitri looks to me, hunger and raw lust swirling in his dark eyes. He doesn’t say a word before he storms to me, picking me up so suddenly that I shriek, my legs snapping around Riot’s small waist.

His lips travel my neck, hands roaming my body as I clutch to his shoulders. His hand reaches under my ass, reaching far enough to himself that his finger sits on my clit.

He starts to rub it in circles, painfully slow, while his lips slow down on my neck. He sucks lightly on this skin, his finger rubbing in harder, making me yearn for more. “Please,” I whine, starting to rock my hips on his finger.