I AM GOING TO KILL KIRILL.
And that, not just any kind of easy death will I give to him. I’ll make sure the bastard goes through a lot of shitty torture enough that he begs to be killed. And even then, I won’t give s**t to him.
Talk about dragging out the pain until it goes way beyond his own limits.
I pull away from Anya’s sweaty body and drop her leg from my shoulder, pulling my still hard c**k out of her. When a wince escapes her, mixed with a frustrated groan, I swear under my breath and drop my forehead to her shoulder.
Does Kirill have to have the worst timing in the world?
“Give me ten minutes,” I growl, knowing he’s hearing me.
“Five,” he answers.
I lift my head just as Anya twists and lays on her stomach, giving me a view of that pretty ass that only makes my c**k harden fu
