Midnight Purgatory (Bugrov Bratva #1)(57)

“U-Uri…”

She doesn’t finish her sentence. That’s all she drops. Just my name. Does she want me to stop? Does she want me to never stop? That remains to be seen.

I push her panties aside and yes, my little kiska has definitely followed orders. Her pussy lips are pushed apart by the small silver vibrator.

“What a good little kitten you are.”

She grits her teeth but her eyelashes flutter wildly. “I… I didn’t do it for you.” She bites down on her bottom lip as she tries to push out her obviously-rehearsed line. “I did it for s-sushi…”

I chuckle darkly, nipping at her neck with my teeth. “We’ll see about that.”

I pull back so that I can see her expression. Then I slide a finger inside her, right over the vibrator. Her mouth forms a perfect little O as she gawks back at me with wide eyes. I push my finger in further and a startled moan escapes those juicy lips.

“How does that feel?”

She’s biting down as a shiver courses through her. “It f-feels… aah…”

Smiling with triumph, I toy with her clit as she struggles to stay on her feet. She’s clutching me now, on the verge of losing control. For every moment that she tries to push me away, there’s another two or ten moments where she’s pulling me in.

The back of her head is leaned against the wall. When her eyes flutter, I know that she’s close. Which is why I bend, pop a kiss onto her stunning cleavage…

And then pull my finger out entirely.

Alyssa’s eyes flash open. She doesn’t say anything, but her eyebrows pull together and her lips pinch together.

“Did you really think I was gonna let you come so easily?” Her eyebrows rise. “It’s not your turn yet, little one. If you want pleasure, you’ll have to give pleasure first.”

Her eyes flash and brighten at the same time. She’s not irritated—she’s excited. I put my hands on her shoulders and push her down onto her knees. She starts undoing my zipper eagerly as though she’s ravenous for my cock.

Her earlier self-consciousness has completely disappeared, burned away in the fire of how bad she wants this. There’s nothing shy about the way she engulfs my cock with her mouth and starts sucking eagerly.

“Yes… Fucking hell, more of that,” I groan as she plays with my balls and sucks.

She shows no signs of stopping or slowing down. So I place both my palms against the wall as my hips rock back and forth into her mouth. I clench my hands, my body tightening as the orgasm hits me faster than any I’ve ever had before.

And fuck, does it feel amazing. Has it ever felt that good?

Even as I explode inside her, she keeps sucking until there’s nothing left in me. Only then do I pull out and zip myself back in. Then I offer her a hand and pull her up to her feet.

“That was quite the performance, Ms. Walsh.”

There it is—that sweet blush of hers. It amazes me how she can go from her knees, a cock slick in her mouth, to the self-conscious innocent in front of me now. Maybe that’s why she’s so fascinating to me. There’s something intriguing about her obvious duality.

I reach into my coat pocket and pull out the small remote that I’ve been keeping safe for this very moment.

“What’s that?” she whispers. Now, she looks scared.

I give her a cryptic smile that has her swallowing hard. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Without elaborating, I take her hand and drag her towards the door, leaving behind all the doubts that have been creeping up on me ever since I first confined her to the basement.

All that’s on my mind is that this is gonna be an interesting night.





31





ALYSSA


I feel so dirty.

But it’s the good kind of dirty, if there’s even such a thing.

The dress, the heels, the makeup—they’re all doing wonders for my self-esteem and my confidence. But as sleek and sexy as I feel all dolled up, there’s no denying the silver vibrator stuffed inside me or the fact that my mouth is coated with the salty-sweet tang of Uri’s cum.

I can’t help licking my lips as I step out of Uri’s vintage Rolls Royce in front of the doors of Sakura.

The restaurant’s black doors are inlaid with a pattern of cherry blossoms in pure ivory. This place is for fancy people, important people. This place is for women with fur stoles and personal shoppers. Not for a grubby little travel journalist who just swallowed a toxic man’s seed half an hour ago and badly wants to do it again.

My heart is pinging loudly. You do not belong here, it’s trying to tell me. You do not belong in this world.

That’s never been clearer than when I walk into the crowded restaurant and all eyes turn to me. It really does feel like every head swivels in my direction. I take a step back and walk right into Uri’s open hand. It settles on the small of my back and he pulls me closer.

“Uri, why is everyone staring?” I whisper.

“Because you’re beautiful,” he says in such a matter of fact way that I can’t even argue. Then he leads me to a table in, wouldn’t ya know it, the very center of the restaurant.

As we make our way there, a few different men actually stand up as we pass. Some shake Uri’s hand; others just give him a head nod. But almost everyone there acknowledges him in some way.