Three
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Anya snatched a pillow from the floor and turned to face Alexei. His eyes shifted to the pillow, a brow quirked in anticipation. He challenged her with that arrogant look, and she returned it with a sardonic smirk.
"Well... I'm not going to be your f*****g servant," she said, tossing the pillow at his face.
He caught it mid-air and wiggled it teasingly. "Is that really all you've got? Yulia... maybe you can show your friend how it's done."
"Sorry, but she has higher standards than that," Anya snapped before Yulia could respond.
She moved quickly toward the door, sidestepping him. Glancing back at Yulia, she said, "Let's go, Yulia. We'll leave Alexei to the only person who enjoys his company... himself."
Yulia and Anya left his room. Anya ignored the sinking annoyance that gnawed at her when she thought about him flirting with Yulia. It's not like I have a reason to be jealous... he's an ass. So, what if he's into Yulia? Save me the trouble of dealing with his arrogance. Then again, it probably isn't a good idea.
"Talk about being blunt..." Yulia said.
"He's a player. Just here to toy with you. He doesn't actually care about anyone but himself."
Yulia placed her hands on her hips, stopping at the top of the basement stairs. "Anya, don't you think you're being a little judgmental? You've known the guy for like two days."
"As much as I love you, Yulia, you're not one to pick winners."
"Ouch. All I'm saying is maybe you need to get to know him. And if you don't care to, then I will." Yulia nudged her playfully and wiggled her brows. Anya rolled her eyes, ending the conversation.
Maybe she's right.
That night, after tossing and turning, Anya finally fell asleep. Only a few hours later, she woke to the sound of creaking and something else. What the hell is that?
She rubbed her eyes. The clock read 2 a.m. She groaned and rolled over. "Just go back to sleep. Ignore it," she mumbled.
Throwing off the blankets, she sat up, blinking away the blurriness. She heard the noise again. Alexei... it's two in the damn morning. Some of us still have class.
A low moan reached her ears. Oh my god... he's not alone!
She crept toward his room. The moaning grew louder. She pressed her hand against his door, intending to listen, but it was slightly ajar. Fuck...
She heard Alexei groan, the sound making her clench her thighs. She inhaled slowly, closing her eyes. I can't f*****g believe this.
Her eyes darted to the flatscreen, widening. Porn lit up the darkened room, illuminating his hand gripping his bulge. Damn... he's bigger than I thought. Especially if that's the size soft.
She licked her lips. The thought of walking in, kneeling at the foot of his bed, and... She shook her head, watching as he stroked himself. Long, skillful tugs. Alexei leaned back, his abs lit up by the screen's glow. He didn't notice her and groaned again.
"Oh fuck... f**k, I'm gonna cum."
This is too f*****g hot. Her fingers twitched with the urge to touch herself. A few strokes and she'd be having an orgasm with him. I'm tempted to go in there.
She turned to go back to bed. Just the sight of him makes me wet. But I can't stay here and watch.
She stopped at her doorway. The urge to return overcame her, and she quietly made her way back to his room.
"Well... damn," she said, pushing the door open wider.
Before she could step forward, she saw Alexei's lips part as he groaned and came. He didn't stop stroking himself as their eyes locked, and when his strokes slowed, his lip twitched into a grin.
Anya gasped, her cheeks warming with embarrassment. Oh f**k, oh fuck... that didn't go as planned. Why do I feel like I've been caught doing something I shouldn-t have?
The urge to flee took over.
Alexei stood, unbothered by his nudity. Anya couldn't help but trail her eyes down his body. The rippling muscles of his chest and abdomen. The sexy V leading down to his glistening shaft. She swallowed, feeling the heat between her thighs.
"Did you enjoy the show?" Alexei asked, reaching for a towel on the desk chair.
Anya became aware of the porn still on the screen. A woman like her getting f****d roughly. His eyes followed hers to the TV, and he snickered, dragging the towel across his hardened bulge. It bounced, tempting her to touch it.
"I—I just came to tell you to keep the noise down. You woke me up."
"You seem pleased by it now."
"Think again." Real f*****g convincing, Anya. You're still standing here. Salivating over his d**k.
She crossed her arms, frowning. He's trying to get a reaction. He likes the thought of me wanting him. She scoffed.
"You can say whatever you want, pretend you're not horny from watching me jerk off, but if I wrapped my hands around your waist—"
He nodded to her shirt. She looked down, and her lips tightened. Fuck... my n*****s are hard. Talk about betrayal.
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