DENISE
“I’d love to see you try,” I smirked tauntingly. “Stop me.”
“You're playing a dangerous game, Princess,” he growled, his eyes taking up a darker shade as I felt him increasing inside me.
My short denim skirt was hiked higher above my waist as he held me pinned harder against the door.
He began to move, his thick c**k pounding into my aching hole with much more intensity. Every thrust was a sharp, heavy reminder that while Russo might run the town, Vladimir ran this household. He ran me.
"You think you can just f**k me into submission?" I gasped, my fingers clawing at the fabric of his shirt, trying to find something to hold as he hiked my legs even higher.
"I’m doing it, aren't I?" he rasped, his voice a low vibration that I felt deep in my chest.
He didn't slow down.
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