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  Or perhaps he was the one losing his mind. She tasted decadent. He had never experienced anything like it. Not only that, but she held nothing back. Twining her fingers in his hair, she stood on tiptoe and moved her lips against his as though she were going to make love to him with her mouth. Then she slid her tongue between his lips, and his primal instincts took over.

  Their tongues tangled together, teeth clicking and both of them making animalistic noises as they grappled for dominance right there in the alleyway. He recalled the sight of her wrapped around Nicolai, and it fueled a possessive streak Kirill had never known he had.

  He picked up one of her legs and pulled her knee to his waist. The position opened her crotch, and he angled himself so that her mound was pressed against his groin. He was already hard. Hell, he’d been hard the moment he’d seen her with Nicolai. Feeling the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric of her dress was intoxicating. It only made him want more.

  Still kissing her, he slipped his hand beneath her dress and felt the silky smooth skin of her inner thigh. She made a tiny noise of approval. Kirill couldn’t help but smile. He broke away from their kiss and gently trailed his lips down the column of her throat. There was no fight in her now. She was as supple and willing as an eager cat.

  His fingers brushed over the warmth of her sex. Her nether lips were spread, and he carefully pushed past the elastic band of her panties to touch her. She was so wet with arousal that he almost groaned with the power of his need. His cock was throbbing behind his zipper, but now was not the time for that.

  Instead, he found the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of her slit and focused his attention there. Her clit was hard and swollen with the blood rushing to her groin. She moaned when he circled it. Her hips jerked in response, and he repeated the motion again and again until she was trembling against him.

  Susan’s fingers were tangled in his shirt now. She clung to him as he played with her pussy and nudged her closer and closer to orgasm. He could feel every nuance of her pleasure. She was utterly honest in her response. She grew wetter and hotter. He felt her inner muscles clench as he spread the hood of her clit and stroked her folds with two fingers. And when he slid his third finger deep inside her channel, she clenched tightly around him.

  He rubbed a slow, tantalizing trail over the smooth muscles inside her pussy. She rolled her hips in response. It was as if she were following him to beg for more. He wanted to give her more. He inserted a second finger. Spreading the two, he stretched her channel as though he were preparing her for the penetration of his thick cock. Her gasp told him that she liked that a lot. But when he placed the pad of his thumb against her clit and began to finger fuck her in earnest, she came undone completely.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered hoarsely. The epithet was on her lips again as she inched closer to climax.

  “That’s it,” he crooned softly. “Come for me. Take your pleasure.”

  She melted so prettily that Kirill almost came in his pants just from the soft cries of enjoyment that escaped her parted lips. “Sexy” did not cover this amazing woman.

  The scent of her cream clung to his fingers as he withdrew from beneath her dress.

  The dazed expression on Susan’s face was worth every lash of her tongue. Kirill was utterly satisfied with the knowledge that he had brought her pleasure unlike any she had ever enjoyed before.

  “You absolutely suck,” she whispered hoarsely, still clinging to his shirt.

  He laughed. “Do I?”

  “Yes! How can such a complete jerk be so damn good with his hands?”

  He let his mouth brush the sensitive shell of her ear. Taking her lobe between his lips, he gently sucked on the skin. “I’m even better with my mouth.”

  She inhaled sharply as though she’d briefly lost her breath. “That’s a naughty thought.”

  “No. That’s a good thought.”

  “So what now? Are you done with me, player that you are?” She seemed to be challenging him with her words.

  “Do you want me to be done?” He wanted to hear her say the words.

  “Not yet.”

  “Then go home and wait. I’ll come to you later tonight.”

  He helped her to settle her dress around her legs. She continued to grip his arm as though she wasn’t quite certain of her balance. He glanced toward the street. There was no way he was leaving her here alone. Then he saw the dingy yellow smear of a cab pulling up to the curb outside the club.

  “Let’s get you a cab.” He swept her up into his arms without asking her permission. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. He had no time for her protests.

  Kirill waved down the cabbie and opened the vehicle’s back door. He set Susan gently inside. Putting one finger beneath her chin, he forced her to meet his gaze. “Later tonight.”

  Her nod was the last thing he saw before the door slammed and the cab pulled away from the curb. It sped off into the night, and he watched it go until it disappeared around a corner and was gone from sight.

  Chapter Three

  Susan could not imagine what she had been thinking to say that she wanted Kirill to come to her house later that night. Had she lost her mind? Oksana would kill her! Not to mention the idea of getting involved with a known player was not her best one. It was one thing to go out looking for a good time. But even in her steamy moments with Nicolai she had denied him any kind of access to more.

  Not so with Kirill. When he was anywhere near, her brain simply seemed to shut off.

  She jumped as she thought she heard boots on her front porch. The old house was creaky enough as it was. Now every noise was making her paranoid that Kirill was outside. What would she tell him? There was only one good answer, of course. Anything else was just crazy.

  She paced down the narrow hallway from her kitchen to her bedroom. She told herself that she just needed to put on something more comfortable. But when she took off her dress and pulled out her nicest lingerie, she had to admit that she was doing it just in case Kirill showed up.

  The sapphire blue chemise hit her mid thigh, and the matching thong panties had just the right amount of lace to be feminine but not overdone. She felt sexy and wanton, and maybe she even felt confident enough to let Kirill inside her house.

  Then there was a knock at the front door, and she nearly changed her mind.

  At the last second, she grabbed her short black robe from the chair in her bedroom. Pulling it on, she took a deep breath and headed for the front door.

  He was standing in deep shadow on her porch. Her mouth went instantly dry at the sight of him. To say that she was turned on by his mere presence was the ultimate understatement. There was no way she was going to tell this man no. Ever.

  “You actually showed up.” She kept her tone flippant. “I’m surprised.”

  “Why would you be surprised?” He pushed her door all the way open and stepped inside.

  “For starters, I wasn’t even sure you knew where I lived.” That was actually a good question. How had he known?

  He quirked an eyebrow, the action seeming almost blasé. “My sister comes here frequently. I always keep an eye out for her. I’ve dropped her off here more than once.”

  “Oh, I guess you have.” Now she just felt stupid.

  “Susan?”

  “Yes?”

  “How about you offer me a drink?”

  “Right. Alcohol.” She turned and walked into the kitchen, leaving him to close and lock the front door. “What do you want?”

  “What do you have?”

  She grimaced, looking at her sad little collection of liquor. “Not much, I suppose.”

  “Do you have vodka?” he asked, walking into her kitchen and taking up every inch of space available.

  Susan brightened. “Actually, yes. Your sister drinks that nasty stuff too.”

  “Tonight you will drink with me.”

  “Yeah? No thanks.” But on second thought, she got
out two shot glasses anyway. She could use the liquid courage at this point.

  Kirill took the bottle from her hand and poured. He threw back one shot immediately and then poured himself another. Susan gingerly picked hers up and sniffed it.

  He didn’t even bother to hide his grin at her behavior. “And what does it smell like?”

  “Rubbing alcohol,” she said honestly. “How do you like this stuff?”

  “It isn’t about like.” He gestured to the shot. “Come on, Susan. Be brave.”

  Perhaps no other words would have affected her so strongly.

  She threw back the shot and felt the burn slide all the way down her throat until it hit her belly like a ton of bricks. She coughed, putting her hand in front of her mouth and praying she didn’t vomit everywhere.

  He only laughed.

  “You really are a jerk.”

  He cocked his head to one side. “And yet you’re glad I’m here.”

  “I am.”

  “Why?”

  That was a good question. She struggled to find the right words to answer. Her brain actually felt a little fuzzy from the shot. How odd. “Being a nice guy doesn’t determine whether or not you’re a good lover. And right now, I think I’m just looking for a guy who is good in bed.”

  “Then I think you’ve come to the right man. As I already showed you in that alley outside the club.”

  She would have protested, but he grabbed her and spun her around so that her back was to his front. She tried to move and could not. Her heart began to pound with nervous excitement. She could smell the spicy maleness of him, and her body began to respond.

  “Admit it,” he whispered in her ear. “I gave you more pleasure with my fingers than any other lover has done with his cock.”

  She swallowed. Her mouth was drier than cotton. “Maybe.”

  “Maybe, my ass.”

  He kissed her neck, making her shiver. The softness of his lips was a direct contrast to the harsh way he was holding her. This was a man who did not apologize for being one. He would take everything she had to offer and demand more.

  Susan couldn’t wait to get started.

  “Did you put this outfit on for me?” he asked.

  Kirill slid one hand down her belly and untied her robe. It fell open, exposing the blue satin of her chemise. He rubbed the soft fabric. His fingers slid across her abdomen and then moved up to her breasts. He cupped each one in turn, casually thumbing her nipples until they were both hard as diamonds.

  She squirmed against him. Pressing her legs together, she attempted to ease the aching awareness that had begun to throb in her pussy. She’d never experienced anything like it before. Then he banded one arm around her middle and held her utterly still. She forgot to breathe as she waited eagerly to see what would happen next.

  WHEN KIRILL HAD decided to seduce Susan, he had only suspected that she was hiding a sex kitten beneath her sensible smart girl exterior. He hadn’t been prepared for what that would look like when it was unleashed.

  Her blue satin chemise outlined her curves perfectly. He could see every dip and contour of her belly, hips, and thighs. Not to mention the full perfection of those breasts! He cupped one now in his hand and felt how responsive she was. Each time he flicked her nipple, he could feel the corresponding shudder throughout her whole body. Sliding his cock into her hot little pussy was going to be the pinnacle of sexual release.

  He tugged her robe down her arms and got rid of it. It didn’t matter that he was undressing her in the middle of her kitchen. If he chose to fuck her on the kitchen table, he was betting she would bend over and beg him to do it. And when he turned her so that he could see the fullness of her beauty, he nearly decided that the kitchen table was as far as he was going to get.

  “Lift your chemise.” He issued the order just to see what she would do.

  Susan’s dark eyes might have held a spark of rebellion, but her fingers did exactly as they were told. She pinched the delicate fabric between thumb and forefinger and raised it to her waist. The action exposed a tiny scrap of satin covering her full mound. He nearly groaned as he wondered if it was a thong.

  “Turn around,” he told her. “Show me that pretty ass.”

  She did as he asked, twirling slowly and giving him an enticing view. Her full buttocks were taut, and the tiny strip of blue between her cheeks showed that she was indeed wearing a thong. Kirill imagined twisting his thumb in the tiny band and pulling it aside just before he plunged his dick inside her.

  He crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”

  She dropped her chemise and boldly closed the distance between them.

  Kirill wasted no time. He lifted the lingerie over her head and tossed it to the floor. Her nipples were hard, growing even tighter in the cool air of the open kitchen. He could see her fight the urge to cover her chest.

  “That’s right,” he soothed. “Show your breasts to me. Cup them and lift them up. Let me see you be proud of them.”

  She was hesitant at first, but gained confidence as she put her full chest on display for him. Then her thumbs touched her nipples, and Kirill thought he might spill his seed in his jeans. She was so damn sexy he was having trouble not giving in to his baser urges.

  “Show me your bedroom, Susan.” Kirill gentled his tone. “I need to be inside you. You’re so fucking sexy that I’m about to lose it.”

  She looked surprised by his comment. Had all her previous lovers been morons? Then she turned and walked down a narrow hallway. Kirill followed, keeping a respectful distance. He didn’t want her to feel crowded. Right now she trusted him, but trust was a fickle thing.

  Her bedroom was simple but elegant. He could immediately tell that she had put some thought into the décor. But right now wasn’t the time to try and dissect her character. The physical desire to dominate her was the only thing that mattered.

  She stood beside her bed looking uncertain. Yet there was something almost eager in her demeanor. She was enjoying this regardless of whether she wanted to or not, and that was how he wanted it. Her pert breasts were still bare, and her dusky pink nipples were hard and distended. They trembled with each breath she took. He thought of taking them in his mouth one by one, but he was almost beyond the niceties of foreplay.

  Kirill pointed to the bed. “Bend over the bed for me, Susan.”

  If she was surprised, she hid it well. Instead, she promptly turned around and bent over the side of her bed. The height was perfect. Her round ass was lifted at just the right angle. He could see the thong spreading her cheeks and just covering her pussy. There was a slight shudder when she twisted her fingers in her comforter as though she were anticipating something, but then she seemed to recover her composure.

  He let her wait a moment, and then perhaps a moment longer. He wanted the anticipation to build until she was near her breaking point. He unfastened his belt, button, and zipper to expose his cock. His shaft was almost painful to the touch he was so hard. Lowering his pants so that they sat on the tilt of his hips, he moved in close behind Susan. He could feel the heat of her body on his skin.

  When he touched the top of her thong underwear, she gave a tiny whimper. He smiled and ran the palm of one hand over one smooth buttock. “Are you ready for me?”

  “Y-Yes.”

  He loved that she didn’t play games. It wasn’t as if she could hide her arousal anyway. The scent of her cream filled the room. He held her thong aside and delved deeply into her cleft. Her moan echoed off the walls, and she arched her back with pleasure.

  Kirill pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy. She was so hot and wet he could hardly wait to put his dick inside her. Before he could even think of penetrating her, she climaxed. The powerful contractions seemed to take her by surprise. She gasped and moaned as her body shook with the convulsions of her peak.

  “Fuck, Susan,” he groaned. “Look at this pussy. You’re so damn wet I could drown in your juices.”
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  She shuddered and bucked around his fingers, but Kirill could wait no longer. He fit the head of his cock to her opening and pushed inside her fast and hard. She screamed her enjoyment, and he felt her come again. The woman was like an orgasm factory. The feel of her tight channel was almost too much. The friction bore down upon him like a tidal wave of want. He grabbed her hips and began pounding into her pussy as if there was no tomorrow. He lost control utterly, his balls tightening between his legs as he sped toward his own release with no care for anything else.

  Susan flung her head back, the long length of her spine arching as she pushed back against him. She met him stroke for stroke as he thrust harder than he ever had with any other lover before. And when his orgasm took him, he shouted her name over and over until he had spilled every drop of his seed inside her tight little body.

  Chapter Four

  Susan rolled over in bed the following morning and winced as she sat up. She was sore between her legs as though she’d been attacked by a battering ram. With a giggle she fell back against her pillows. She covered her mouth and tried to find her sense of decorum. She should be sorry that she’d fornicated like an animal in heat the night before. That wasn’t like her at all.

  Forcing herself to get out of bed, she went through her morning routine as though it were a regular Saturday. She made coffee, had some toast, and then got her supplies ready for the obligatory weekly cleaning. She had almost settled back into the idea of being her normal self when someone knocked on her front door.

  Not someone. Oksana.

  Susan’s friend had a specific pattern of knocks that always let Susan know she had come calling. And maybe Susan should have expected Oksana to stop by. But it didn’t make it any easier to answer the door knowing that Oksana would freak out if she found out whose semen Susan had washed off her legs last night.

  “Hey!” Oksana was leaning against the porch post when Susan answered the door. “I wanted to check on you.”