Page 50 of Tainted Empire
The encounter with Viktor lingers in my mind, but I push it aside, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me rattled. I’m not just an accessory in Mikhail’s world; I’m his partner, and we’re stronger than any of Viktor’s petty provocations.
Mikhail and I continue to navigate the gala, but the evening has lost some of its earlier luster for me. Despite this, I maintain my composure, not giving anyone the satisfaction of seeing me unsettled.
As the event starts winding down, Vladimir Durov makes his way over to us, the host always keen to bid his guests a personal farewell. His red hair seems even more vivid against the dimming lights of the ballroom.
“Mikhail, Gabriette, I hope the evening was to your liking,” Vladimir says, his eyes sharp and assessing.
“It was very enlightening, thank you, Vladimir,” Mikhail replies, his tone courteous but guarded.
Vladimir’s gaze lingers on me for a moment, a hint of curiosity in his expression. “I’m glad to hear that. You know, I would love to continue our conversation over a more… intimate setting. How about dinner at my place in a few days? I assure you, the company will be just as intriguing as tonight’s.”
Mikhail glances at me, a silent conversation passing between us. “We’d be honored, Vladimir. Let us know the details, and we’ll be there,” he responds, a subtle edge to his words.
“Excellent. I’ll have my people contact you,” Vladimir says, his smile as sharp as a blade. With a final nod, he departs, melting back into the sea of guests.
As we leave the gala, the night air feels cool and refreshing compared to the stifling atmosphere inside. Mikhail’s hand finds mine, his grip firm and reassuring.
We step out into the cool night air, I feel a sense of relief. The night has been a whirlwind of faces and conversations, a test of endurance and wit.
Once we’re in the car and heading back to the safety of our penthouse, Mikhail’s tension seems to dissipate slightly. He takes my hand, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss.
“That went better than I expected. You did great tonight, Malyshka,” he says, his voice soft but filled with an undercurrent of frustration. “I just wish that fucking Viktor hadn’t pulled his stunt.”
I lean back in the seat, feeling the events of the evening wash over me. “It’s okay, Mischa. It was a test, and I think we handled it well. But that dinner invitation from Vladimir... it feels like there’s more to it than just a friendly gesture.”
Mikhail nods, his gaze fixed on the passing city lights. “Yeah, I got the same feeling. Vladimir doesn’t do anything without a reason. We’ll need to be on our guard,” he says.
Feeling slightly brave, I swallow deeply and start to raise the partition in front of us. Mikhail raises an eyebrow at me, the smirk on his face growing as he must sense what I’m planning.
“Something you want to tell me?” He asks and I lean over the console in the middle, drawing my hand to his thickening cock and stroking the bulge.
“Lets just say,” I start as I rub his cock through the fabric and he groans. “I’m feeling a bit… accomplished tonight. And I want this thick, gorgeous cock to be my reward.”
He throws his head back and bites his bottom lip. “Whatever you want, baby… Fuck, you can have it all.”
I giggle when he says this, and pull on the waistband of his suit pants. “Take this off, mio re, I want you.”
I know he loves it when I call him ‘my king.’ I noticed this when I first took charge of him in the bedroom; he turns into an absolute fucking kitten when I praise him.
It’s the equivalent of him calling me his good girl, and I am using it to my advantage.
Watching him pull down his pants, I lift up my dress and draw my hand in between my legs, stroking the sensitive nub. He sees what I’m doing and his mouth falls open in surprise.
“Fuck, I love seeing you play with your pussy,” he groans, his hand stroking his cock. “Does knowing you’re a fucking queen get you wet, baby? ”
I nod, pushing my thong to the side and rubbing my clit. “They didn’t… suspect a thing,” I breathe out, then I push two fingers inside of my pussy and gasp at how wet I am.
Mikhail grabs my hand and my eyes shoot open, only to see him put those fingers into his mouth. He groans and his eyes roll back as he smirks.
“Fucking sweet, but I need this pussy trembling on my cock, babygirl. Get over here and take what you need from me,” he says, but he doesn’t wait for me to respond before pulling me onto his lap.
I pull up my dress, push my thong to the side and line his gorgeous cock up with my entrance. He sucks in a breath through his teeth when I sit down on his cock, then he grabs my hips and slams me down.
“This pussy is soaked,” he groans, pistoning upwards. “Goddamn fucking heaven.”
“Mikhail…” I breathe out his name. “Please… Please, I need it hard. Fuck me harder!”
With a growl, his fingers dig even harder into my hips as he drives into me, giving me exactly what I’ve been craving. I slip my arms around his neck and meet him thrust for thrust, chasing the release only he knows how to give me.