Don’t ever sleep with him again

His mouth hovered over me, his breath hot against my inner thighs. I was trembling beneath him, every nerve exposed. My chest heaved, my skin flushed, and then—

His tongue slid up my slit, slow and deliberate, and I couldn’t hold back the moan that ripped from my throat. His lips wrapped around my clit, sucking hard, and I arched helplessly, my hands fisting the sheets.

Our eyes met and damn him, he knew. Knew exactly what he was doing to me. My body wasn’t mine anymore. It was his playground, his possession, and I hated how much I loved it.

He didn’t speak, not right away. Just watched me unravel beneath him. His tongue, his lips, his hands they were everywhere. Possessive. Hungry.

"You taste better than I imagined. Fucking hell, I might just need seconds,” he muttered, and the vibration of his voice against me made me whimper.

I felt everything, every flick of his tongue, every inhale of my scent. My stomach tightened with every moan I couldn’t swallow.

Then he dove back down and thrust his tongue deep inside me.

“Ahh, fuck!” I cried out, fingers tangling in his dark hair, hips jerking. He licked me like he needed me to survive. I was soaked. Panting. Shaking. My body barely mine anymore.

He bit my clit just enough and that was it. I came hard, legs trembling violently, gasping his name in pieces as he licked up every drop. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

He rose above me, his chest heaving, eyes burning into mine like I was a secret he’d never let go of. I hated that he looked at me like that. Hated the way it made me feel.

“Unzip your trousers,” I demanded, voice rough, though the tremble gave me away.

He stilled.

I saw it in his eyes that flicker of surprise. Then came the laugh. Low, dark, and dangerous. My pulse skittered. He leaned in slowly, fingers brushing back my hair with deceptive tenderness before gripping my jaw, firm and in control.

“No,” he said, like it was final. My lips parted in shock.

“You don’t give me orders, Brinna,” he growled, voice like gravel dragging over my skin. “Not here. Not with me.”

His lips brushed my ear, and I shivered.

“I run this.”

God, I hated how good that sounded coming from him. “You think you can make demands?” he murmured. “You forget whose name is on the deed, principessa?”

I flinched. That word his little nickname for me. Soft and cruel all at once. He trailed kisses down to my neck, biting just enough to remind me, he was in control. “You grind on me like a desperate little tease,” he said, the heat of his breath making my nipples harden again, “and now you want to take the lead?”

He laughed again, and I swore it lit something violent inside me.

“You belong to me now and I just don’t want your body. I wanted your submission.”

I glared at him, my chin lifting despite the tears I wouldn’t dare let fall. “You started this,” I spat, voice sharp. “You pulled me into your game. Don’t act like you didn’t want to see how far I’d go.”

His eyes narrowed.

I reached up, bold and steady, and gripped his belt. He tensed good. Let him feel it. “But you don’t get to play God and expect me to kneel without a fight,” I whispered, gaze locked on his.

“Want control? Want me on my knees?” I pulled his belt free slowly, savoring the way his jaw clenched. “Then you better earn it, Vladimir.”

I dropped the belt to the floor and traced his waistband with my fingers, teasing the illusion of power he thought he owned.

I pulled down his boxers and fuck, he was big. My breath caught. He was bigger than Liam.

He smirked. “Can you handle it?”

I looked up, gave him a wicked smile. “Lucky for you, I don’t have a gag reflex.” I licked the tip of his cock, slow and deliberate, loving the way his eyes darkened.

“Don’t hold back,” I whispered. “I want to hear you come undone for me.”

I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his tip, then taking him deeper until he groaned, fingers tightening in my hair. My throat stretched as I took more, his moans vibrating in my ears.

Then I bit him just lightly.

He jolted. “Ow, what the fuck was that for?”

I smiled sweetly. “Aww, can’t take a little pain?”

He shoved deeper into my mouth, making me gag slightly.

“Shit…”

Then his phone buzzed.

Persistent. Loud.

He reached for it, jaw tight, and when I saw his expression change I knew.

Something was wrong.He stood quickly, body tense. The moment between us shattered.

“Who is it?” I asked, wiping my mouth, confused.

He didn’t answer. He just stared at the name on the screen, and whatever fire had burned between us seconds ago was gone snuffed out like it had never existed.

I looked down at my naked body, and the desire that had fascinated me was fading away. I began to come to my senses. So I quickly got dressed while he was on the phone. I even put on pants without underwear to save time. My underwear may have been lost somewhere, but I didn't want to waste my time looking for it. After all, no one cares if I'm wearing underwear.

I thought if I moved fast enough, I could rush to the side of the door when he wasn't looking and then twist the knob as fast as I could to escape.

What a crazy night!

Vladimir was still talking to the man on the line. Не lowered his voice on purpose, but I could tell he was angry.

Yes, now!

I grabbed my bag and ran to the door, but I couldn't open it. It wasn't until I noticed a sensor on the side of the door that I realised that the door needed a password to open it.

But it was too late. He was closing in behind me with his glaring ocean blue eyes.

"You want to run?" He asked. "You don't trust me? You don't trust me to help you?"

"I just don't want to be your s.ex slave," I said, glancing at the black whip in his hand. "I'm not sure you can keep your promise. I don't think I can work with you. Let me go, Vladimir."

"What guarantee do you want?" He pinched my chin. "Tell me!"

"A contract," I said casually. "Something real, not just words!"

"I see." Vladimir let go of his hand and went to the table. He found a little book and wrote something on it with a pen.

He gave me an evil smile and stuffed the check into my bra. "Is this enough?"

I took out the check and saw that the number on it was $1 million. The pen ink on the check was still wet, and there was a faint smell of ink floating on the surface of the check.

"You think I'm a w.hore?" I threw the check on the floor angrily. "Screw you!"

"You want a guarantee. Isn't that what I'm promising you?" Vladimir said unhappily. "I don't like women with big minds!"

"It's been a crazy night, but I think it's over now!" I yelled at him. "Let me go!"

Vladimir looked at me quietly as his cell phone rang again. The shrill sound of the ring is like a cool wind blowing away the fog that fills the forest. I have woken up from the illusion of desire.

"Damn, Mark! Give me a minute!" Vladimir said gruffly. Before the person on the line could react, he hung up.

"I'll let you go!" He pressed a hand against the wall behind me, pressing his lips against my ear.

I felt his desire and anger again, and his hard dick was against me.

Damn, I'm feeling h.orny again.

"I'll give you my word!" His voice was hoarse. "But you have to give me your word, too. You promise not to let Liam that bastard touch you, and I won't let you sleep with other men!"

"I'm afraid I can't-" when he heard this, his fist slammed against the wall, and I heard a loud crash behind him.

"Please promise me!" His voice softened. "Darling, promise me, okay? If I find out that another man sleeps with you, I'll lose my mind!"

I looked into his eyes and felt a bit distressed. I knew that what he had said must have been meant for the woman he had loved. Perhaps he thought I was that woman. Maybe that woman left him or hurt him, but I think he must have loved her very much.

He used me as a stand-in for that woman.

He must have loved her!

"Yes, I promise!" I said.

He seemed relieved, and then he kissed me on the forehead and said, "Before I go, I want to hear you say my name one more time, okay?"

"Goodbye, Vladimir!" I whispered.

"I'll see you soon," Frade said. "I love you, Mia!"

Mia, that's the woman's name!

This mafia was mentally not fine too.

Vladimir changed into a dark suit, and I saw him hide the gun in his back. He took me to the hotel hall. He was going to ask the driver to drive me home, but I insisted on driving my car myself.

He had to have my car brought over. When I saw my old friend, the dented bumper had been fixed.

I took the keys, opened the door, and went straight to the driver's seat. As I drove past him, I didn't dare look at him again. I drove off as fast as I could.

Through the rearview mirror, I saw his figure disappearing from my line of sight. I suddenly felt empty, and his smell was still in my nose.

I missed him already!