The alley was still, the only sounds the distant hum of traffic and the ragged breaths escaping Lena’s parted lips. Her back pressed against the cold brick, the rough texture biting through the thin fabric of her blouse.
Viktor’s gloved hand remained wrapped around her throat, not tight enough to choke, but firm enough to remind her who was in control.
His other hand gripped her hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh as his c**k pulsed inside her, still half-hard from their frenzied f**k.
The air smelled of s*x and sweat, of whiskey and leather- his scent, the one that had burrowed under her skin from the moment he first stepped into her café.
Lena’s pulse thrummed beneath his fingers, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm.
The adrenaline of the abduction, the terror
