Dulce

“Not to me,” Cain answers, making me grin. He really is an asshole.

He grins back as he drops his hand to the button of his jeans and pops it open.

“Last chance to back out. If you think a few tears will make me stop once I’ve started, you’ve picked the wrong guy to fuck.”

“As long as you don’t think my tears will work as lube, we’ll be fine.”

He chuckles. “Somehow, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”

Dmitri slips his fingers free from my pussy and, like last time, he slips them into his mouth and sucks them clean before stepping away from the desk and taking a seat in his chair.

“Want me to eat her out first?”

It takes me a moment to realize Cain is talking to Dmitri.

This is possibly the most bizarre moment of my life…Yeah, okay, maybe not. But it’s not something I foresaw coming.

“No.”

“Eh, just saying, the answer to that question is always yes,” I tell Cain. “Aslanov does not own my pussy.”

Dmitri turns his head to look at me, and his dark gaze makes me shiver.

“You are not in control here. Don’t open your mouth again unless it is to answer a question or to suck dick.”

I start singing Disney songs at the top of my lungs because fuck you, Mr. Aslanov, and the horse you rode in on.

He moves so fast that I don’t even notice until his hand is around my throat, squeezing. I grip his wrist to flip him, but Cain’s words stop me.

“Fuck me, she’s dripping wet now.”

Yeah, yeah, I like to be choked. So sue me. Just because I like it doesn’t mean I’m a slave to it, or I’d orgasm every time a piece of food got stuck in my throat.

Leaning over me, so only I can hear, Dmitri whispers, “I want to watch him fuck you. I want you to feel him deep inside you, stretching you, and while he’s doing it, I want you to imagine it’s me.

“Each bruise he leaves on your body, each mark he leaves on your skin, will be because I ordered him to do it. You are nothing right now, Miss Sinclair, but my fuckdoll to play with. Now, if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come. If you piss me off, I’ll unlock that door and encourage people to form a line, so they can help me fuck the attitude right out of you.”

His words make me want to claw his handsome face to shreds, but Cain’s fingers sliding over my clit and dipping inside me are distracting me from my murderous thoughts.

Come first, kill later, I tell myself.

I’m not worried about him following through with his threat. Aside from the fact I’d have them both on their knees before that could happen, he has too much at stake here to lose right now.

I blink, which he must take as agreement as he strokes a finger down my cheek before releasing his hold on me.

Reaching into the desk, he grabs something before tossing it at Cain.

“Condom,” he states. I don’t know if he’s telling me so that I know what’s going on or ordering Cain to wear one. Either way, I’m relieved. Cain and Abe have a reputation for a reason. Although I’m not one to throw stones when I live in a glasshouse, I’m tested religiously. And where possible, each of my marks is vetted. I don’t sleep with them without a condom unless I know they are clean. I play with my life being a killer. I don’t need to be going out because I got taken down by an STD.

Cain showed me a clean test last time, but a lot has changed between now and then.

I feel the smooth head of Cain’s cock as he drags it through my wetness, coating himself in my arousal before he eases himself inside my pussy.

“Fuck,” Cain curses when he bottoms out inside me.

Too impatient to wait for me to adjust, he pulls back out and thrusts inside me once more.

“How does she feel?” Dmitri asks him.

“She’s so fucking tight. She’s going to rip this condom right off my cock.” He groans, thrusting into me rapidly.

“Hmmm…” Dmitri replies, and I can see he’s picturing himself in Cain’s place.

“Touch yourself, Everly,” he orders me in a softer voice.

I don’t need telling twice. I slide my hand between my legs and touch my clit, which is wet from Cain’s exploring. Circling it with my fingertips, I let my eyes slip closed as I focus on the feeling of Cain’s dick gliding in and out of me.

“Fuck her harder, Cain.”

Cain has no problem doing as he’s told.

I move my fingers faster, my movements mimicking his frantic pace.

“Look at you, spread out on my desk, taking Cain’s cock like a good girl,” Dmitri praises softly, stroking my hair.

I groan and reach for my breast, pinching a nipple hard through my shirt. Cain’s hands slide under the thin fabric and push it up, freeing my breasts from their confines by yanking my bra down.

Now that my nipple is uncovered, the feeling is more intense as I tweak it. But it’s nothing compared to the rough sensation of Aslanov’s fingers roughly pinching the other one.

“Jesus, Ev, you’re so fucking hot.” Cain groans and I know he isn’t going to last much longer. He may not have the control of older, more skilled men, but what he lacks in control, he more than makes up for in stamina and recovery rate. I know Cain could come and be hard again in a matter of minutes. And that could lead to a very interesting afternoon. I contract my muscles around him, squeezing him tightly.

He curses and hammers into me without rhythm or finesse. But damn, it’s enough to have me climbing toward that elusive O.

“I’m not going to last much longer. She’s choking my fucking cock to death,” Cain warns.

I strum my fingers faster, but Cain shoves my hand away and takes over, surprising me.

“She comes when I say so,” Dmitri warns him. Cain ignores him and continues stroking me harder and faster until my hips lift, seeking more.

“Cain, if she comes before I say so, you’ll never fuck her again.”

Cain turns to glare at Dmitri, but his fingers slow as he waits for him to give the green light.

“What do you think, Everly? Think I should let you come? Do you want to coat Cain’s cock and make him go back to class wearing you on his dick?”

Oh, fuck, that makes both me and Cain curse.

“Answer me, Everly. Do you want to come?”