Chapter 3 The second the door clicks shut, Sergei grabs me, spins me around, and presses me against the wall, his body searing into mine. I barely have time to think before he captures my lips, his mouth hot and wet. His body cages me in, his scent thick and intoxicating. I could get drunk off of it. My pulse hammers, desperate for more. "You've been teasing me all night," he mutters, his voice low, deep, edged with hunger. His lips hover over mine before he pulls back slightly, his eyes smoldering. I smirk, tilting my chin up. "You can't take a little teasing?" I challenge. He looks like a man possessed, ravenous with desire. My whole body shivers under his gaze. "You think this is a game, princess?" he murmurs. One of his hands drags down my body, slow, deliberate, his touch featherlight until it's not. Everywhere he touches burns with desire, tingles with anticipation. Then his fingers are at the hem of my dress, slipping underneath until they're teasing the space between my thighs. His fingers dig into my flesh, spreading me wider. "I think the fun's just begun," I say on a stuttered breath, already so desperate for him I can barely think. His fingers brush lightly against the lace of my panties, teasing, then groping. A sharp pulse of heat shoots through me, making my legs weak. His mouth crashes onto mine again, hungry and demanding. His tongue sweeps in, taking exactly what it wants. His kiss is rough and possessive, like he's staking a claim. I would never dare admit it, but with what he's doing with just his mouth alone... I would definitely let him call me his. I moan into his mouth, my hands gripping his shirt, but before I can take control, he grabs my wrists and slams them above my head, pinning me there with one hand. He yanks up my dress completely, his fingers sliding underneath the lace of my panties until I can feel the warmth of his fingers sliding deep inside of me. I nearly collapse, held up only by his hand. His chuckle is pure sin. "Already soaked for me," he murmurs, his tone full of dark amusement. I suck in a breath, grinding against his hand. "I wasn't the only one doing the teasing," I somehow manage, trying not to give away how utterly needy I feel. There's a sudden absence, a loss as he removes his fingers from me. I nearly scream in frustration. I'm about to protest, when, in one swift motion, he rips my panties clean off. The sound of lace tearing barely registers before his fingers thrust inside me, stretching me open, filling me in one devastating stroke. "Sergei," I cry, pleasure ripping through me. "Shh." His fingers pump-slow, ruthless-while his thumb circles my clit just lightly enough to drive me insane. "You want to be fucked by a real man, don't you?" I whimper and nod rapidly, my hips arching, my entire body desperate. Then he pulls his fingers out. I nearly scream at the loss. His hand grips my jaw, tilting my face up gently until I'm staring into his eyes. His expression is dark, smug, completely in control. "On your knees." My knees hit the floor instantly. The carpet burns against my skin, but I don't care. My fingers fumble with his belt, yank it open, draw his zipper down. My breathing turns ragged as I finally free him. Fuck. He's thick, hard, and huge. I lick my lips, flicking my gaze up. "Do you want me to beg?" His eyes darken, his jaw tightening. "No," he answers with a wicked grin. "I have other ideas for that smart mouth of yours." I wrap my hand around him and drag my tongue up the underside of his cock, savoring the salty taste of his skin and the way his muscles go taut. Then, keeping my eyes locked on his, I take him in my mouth as deeply as I can. Sergei groans, his hips jerking forward, fingers tightening in my hair as I suck him in inch by inch, my throat stretching to take him all. "Fuck, Nicole," he growls, his voice rough, strained. His fingers burrow deeper, guiding my rhythm as I work him with tongue, lips, and a hint of teeth. I moan around him, letting the vibrations tease his cock, and he curses, his control slipping. Then he yanks me away, hauling me to my feet by my hair. "Bed. Now." I stumble back, my body thrumming with need as I guide him to my bedroom. Somewhere along the way, we lose what clothes we have left, so that we're both completely bare by the time we reach the bed. I climb onto the mattress and turn to face him, his powerful, inked body making my breath hitch. He grabs my thighs, yanking me down the bed, spreading me wide for him. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he plunges into me with one brutal, glorious thrust. A choked moan tears from my throat, the sudden stretch almost too much, but I don't want him to stop. My back arches off the mattress, pulling him even closer. I claw at the bedspread, searching for anything to keep me anchored. He pounds into me, fast and deep. "Sergei," I gasp. "Fuck!" "Is this what you wanted, malyshka?" His voice is dark silk; his thrusts, punishing. "To be fucked. To be ruined?" I can't even form words. I just whimper, nodding frantically. He snaps his hips harder, his cock pushing deeper, hitting that perfect spot that makes me see stars. I hear the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust as my moans turn to screams. "Too loud," he growls, though his smirk says he's pleased. I claw at his back, dragging him closer, desperate to pull him even deeper. "Then shut me up," I gasp. His mouth covers my own, muffling my desperate cries as he pounds into me, faster, harder, until pleasure bursts through me, so sharp and blinding. I shatter around him, my entire body breaking apart beneath him. Sergei breaks the kiss and curses, his thrusts turning wild, frantic, his grip bruising, his entire body coiling before he thrusts into me one last time, his groans ragged and his release pulsing deep inside me. We collapse together, his weight pinning me down and his lips trailing lazy, possessive kisses along my jaw. I'm shaking from the extreme explosion of pleasure, completely wrecked. And I love it. Sergei leans back, brushing damp strands of hair from my face, his blue eyes still hungry. "Still think it's a good idea to tease me?" he murmurs. I smirk, my body already aching for more. "Absolutely." I sigh, completely sated. "Best decision I've ever made." His gaze darkens. "Then I hope you're ready for round two." Later, the room is quiet except for the sound of my own breathing. The heat between us has settled, the urgency of our lovemaking replaced by something calmer. But my body is still thrumming, still tingling with the aftershocks of Sergei's touch. I'm exhausted and satisfied, but something unsettling stirs in my chest. I blink up at the ceiling, my pulse slowly returning to normal as I listen to the faint rustling of fabric. Sergei is already getting dressed. I don't know why that surprises me. I didn't walk into this thinking he'd be anything more than a one-night stand. The best fucking one-night stand I've ever had, but nothing deeper than that. Our entire dinner was basically foreplay. I don't even remember if he told me his last name. The point is, we never made any promises to each other. I might become a nun after this. No one else will ever remotely compare to the way he thoroughly pleasured me. Still, as I roll onto my side and watch him pull on his shirt, a strange feeling twists in my stomach. He moves with ease, like this is routine for him. Like he's done this a hundred times before. Maybe he has. Maybe he thinks I'm the kind of girl who does this all the time too. The truth is much more pathetic than that. I shouldn't care that he's leaving, yet an ache blooms in my chest anyway. Sergei catches me watching him and smirks, running a hand through his tousled hair. "That good, eh?" I snort, reaching for the sheet and pulling it up over my chest. "Don't flatter yourself," I quip. "I've had better." His grin deepens, those ice-blue eyes flickering with amusement. He smirks. "If you say so." His eyes sparkle; he knows he just shifted my entire world. I shake my head but don't argue; we both know he's right. It was that good. Singular, unrepeatable. But I'm not about to stroke his ego. Not when it's already massive. Sergei finishes buttoning his shirt before reaching for his watch on the nightstand. I hadn't even seen him take it off, so lost in my own desire. He fastens it with practiced ease, every movement effortless and controlled. Watching him slip back into his real life-whatever that might be-hollows me out. The bed already feels cold, and he hasn't even fully left it yet. He turns to me, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. "Well, malyshka, I hope I've proved that not all men are spineless idiots," he jokes, recalling our earlier text exchange from last night. I force a smile, though I feel the tell-tale signs of sadness forming in the pit of my stomach. "You definitely proved what a strong spine you have." I wink at him. His lips twitch, and for a second I think he'll say something else. But instead, he steps closer, leaning down until his mouth brushes against mine. It's soft, fleeting, barely even a kiss. It's goodbye. Then he's gone. The door clicks shut behind him, and just like that, the heat, the presence, the intensity of him all evaporate, like the air has been sucked out of the room. In its place I'm left alone only with my thoughts. 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