IVY
I felt something wet in between my legs he pressed me against his chest my n****e hard at the little bit of friction I was receiving from him you want to dance right now dance with me he said in a husky voice. I wanted to be sure whatever it is I was feeling he was feeling it too. I pressed my back against his chest I guide his hands towards my waist and grind myself into him I heard him draw in a breath.
I felt his erection in between my ass and I slightly part my legs to give him more access to grind into me I felt his thickness and length as we dry humped each other. Unfortunately nothing good lasts forever the song came to an end I was about to pull away from Gabriel when he held me firmly. I need a minute to calm down he whispered in my ear his voice low with lust I nodded and gulped. I walked towards Lila who shot me a look. I gave her a look indicating I don’t want to talk about it.
Gabriel
F*ck I had to review some contracts with the Russians and I was busy dry humping a 21 year old like some f*****g h*rny teenager.
I stared across Victok Petrov he stared back at me all clean he nodded as expected he replied so Королева Братвы — Queen of the Bratva
I don’t think so but she’ll do for now he nodded. Viktor is f*cked up I control my darkness but he enjoys scaring people with his he doesn’t give two sh*ts about anything or anyone. I made it back to my house I stripped and got into the shower once I was done I put on my sweatpants and downed my whiskey I thought about my achievements so far and the South African deal was worth celebrating. I thought of her my enchantress my d**k instantly got hard. I took off my sweats and stared at myself in the mirror am I really doing this my papa will really be disappointed if he could see me right now but he can’t I gripped the base of my c*ck and imagine her lips around them as she chokes on my c*ck I ruthlessly f*ck her throat. Sh*t I c*m into my hands I looked at the mess I made just thinking about her I freshened up and went to my home office throwing away all dark thoughts and fantasies I have about her.
But my thoughts didn’t care about discipline.
And I hated myself for how badly I wanted her—even in the shadows of my home office, even while trying to bury myself in work.
So I forced myself to breathe.
To sit.
To push her image away.
To regain control.
Because if I didn’t…
I didn’t want to know what line I would cross next.