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Elena looks at me like she’s expecting me to c**k a joke and tell her

I’m just kidding, but I’m not joking around, and when I tell her to get on her knees, I ***n well expect her to get on her knees.

I lift an eyebrow at her, making her whole body heat up with desire. I wonder if she realizes how much of a submissive she is. I knew it the second I eyes on her. She needs a dominant alpha to take care of her, and I’m just the man for the job. I admit the virgin bit was shocking, but it was a d**n good shock. I hadn’t planned on that, and I also hadn’t planned on how possessive I would feel towards her, but here we are-a virgin on my lap, even though she really should be kneeling at this point, and me with an overwhelming need to own every **** inch of her body and not just for one night.

“Elena, on your knees,” I tell her, reminding her of what she’s supposed to be doing.

She gives a quick look around, her face heating up in that adorable blush that never seems to be too far beneath the surface of her c***y skin, and wiggles off my lap to kneel at my feet.

God, she looks good on her knees. All she needs is my c***k in her mouth and it would be perfect. I take a few seconds to admire her before leaning forward to cup her face in my hands.

“Do you like kneeling for me, pet?”

Her pretty green eyes are heavy-lidded and glazed over with pure lust, and when she lets out a soft moan, I almost lose all restraint and just pick her up and carry her to the back.

“Yes,” she finally whispers, looking up at me like I’m her god.

“Good girl,” I say, smiling at the effect my praise has on her. Her skin flushes even more, her lips part, and she sucks in a quick breath, begging me with her eyes to f**k her.

Soon, pet, very soon.

“Wait for me while I’m gone. I’ll be back soon.”

I give her a quick kiss, not trusting myself with anything longer, and stand up, straightening

my suit as she continues to kneel at my feet.

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Instead of rushing over there, I wait to see what she’ll do. When she sees him, her posture changes, she sinks in on herself and lowers her head, probably hoping he’ll keep walking. He doesn’t. That’s his first mistake. The second one is when he leans down and h***ks his fingers under her chin, raising her face to his. I don’t give him a chance to make a third.

“Get your f***g hands off her,” I yell, walking towards him, barely taking any pleasure in the way he jerks his hand away and then immediately raises them as if he’s f***g surrendering to me.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was yours,” he stammers, backing up so fast I’m surprised he doesn’t trip and fall on his ***

“Now you do,” I growl at him.

He turns and practically runs away, and I’m so p***d I can’t even see straight. I turn to Elena, frowning when I see the way she’s cowering at my feet.

“F**k this,” I say, grabbing her and throwing her over my shoulder.

She lets out a little squeal but doesn’t try to get away. I ignore the fact that her p**y is just inches from my face and carry her to an empty room in the back. I’m done having other eyes on my girl. No one gets to see what’s happening next except me.

Once I shut the door and toss her onto the bed, she gets to her knees and looks at me like I’m a wild animal about to pounce. Well, I guess she’s not that far off base.

“What do you want from me?” I ask her, scrubbing a hand over my face and trying to regain my sanity.

“What do you mean?” Her voice is whisper soft, and the way she’s looking at me makes me think she’s hoping like hell this wild animal will pounce.

“You know what I mean. Why did you come here tonight?”

“I wanted to get f**d,” she says, surprising the hell out of me. “I’m tired of being a virgin.”

“You want me to f***k your little virgin p**y?”

“Yes,” she says in a s** whisper.

“No,” I tell her, almost laughing at the way her eyes widen in surprise.

“Why not? Don’t you want me?”

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She gives me a shy smile, biting her bottom lip as she grips the bottom of her dress and slowly starts to pull it off her. Her body is revealed to me inch by beautiful inch, and I can’t take my eyes off her. Black, lacy panties barely cover the world’s sweetest ***y, and her hard, cherry-red nipples are making my mouth water.

I tell her how badly I need to f**k her in Russian since I’ve momentarily lost my ability to speak English. She smiles even bigger and runs her hands over her body, cupping her ***ts in her hand and giving those perfect nipples a hard pinch that has my c**k nearly busting

through my d***n pants.

“Who says you have to let me go?”

“Don’t f**g tease me,” I growl, noticing how thick my accent’s become.

“I’m not teasing.” She spreads her knees wider and slides one hand down her flat stomach and into her panties. I watch completely mesmerized as she starts to finger herself, her small fingers working her p***y beneath the lacy, black panties.

“You’re about to get yourself f***d, little girl,” I warn, groaning when she just starts to f***k herself harder, moaning and squeezing her tit while she rocks her hips, meeting her thrusts.

“Come and get it,” she taunts, giving me a wicked grin before sliding her hand out of her panties. She wiggles the glistening fingers at me. “Are you man enough to claim this pussy

or not?” Oh, f***k no!

No way in hell is this little brat going to insult my manhood like that. I take off my suit jacket and calmly roll up the sleeves of my white dress shirt. She eyes my tatted-up arms

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with a look of pure, raw need. When I’m done, come for her fast. She barely has time to let out an excited squeal before I’ve got her laying over my knees and I’m ripping her panties off and tossing them aside. I palm her bare, round a***smiling when she wiggles against me, trying to squirm her way off my lap. I press into her upper back even harder, freezing her in place.

“Something wrong, pet?”

“I want to get f****d not s***d.”

I laugh at the pouty sound of her voice. “Why not both?

My fingers dance along her skin, sliding between her legs and trailing a line up her soaking wet slit. She moans and arches her a***up to me like the eager little s**t she is, and when I start to rub her c**it, she clutches my leg and begs for more.

“Such a sweet little ***y,” I murmur, sliding a finger into her tight little c**t and slowly *****g her with it. “Tell me who this p**y belongs to, pet.”

“You,” she practically purrs, drunk on desire and her raw, primal need for my ***k.

“If you just want d**k, you know you can just walk out those doors and find several who would be more than happy to pop your cherry.”

“No,” she yells, trying to lift herself again. “I don’t want any of them. I only want you,

Nikolai.” *t for pleasing me. “Good girl,” I say, bringing her right to the edge before taking my hand away. When she starts to complain, I give her p**y a hard enough smack to have her squealing and wiggling like a d***n fish out of water.

“Easy, pet,” I murmured, holding her still.

“You s*ked my ****y!” she yells, making me laugh.

“I guess I was man enough to do that, wasn’t I?”

She whimpers and wiggles some more. “I’m sorry,” she pouts, no doubt still p***d about her stinging p***.

“No,” I correct her, “but you will be.”