Page 14 of Diamond Don
With a gasp, she raises her head, looking at our hands through the mirror. As our fingers rub—and my cock drives deep inside her—I almost yell in ecstasy. Her little sighs of pleasure punctuate my heartbeats, and it isn’t long before my seed starts to climb inside my length.
While our fingers work her sex mercilessly, I discern the first contractions of her sheath around me. I’m desperate to draw it out as much as possible, but we are both past the point of no return.
She leans forward, resting her other hand on the desk and arching her back. She grinds her hips against me hard and fast, crying out. So, I run my other hand over her plump ass, her back, until I reach her head. Too far gone to bother with pleasantries, I grab a handful of her luscious brown hair as I forcefully thrust into her.
She moans as she spreads her knees wider, writhing her hips with increased urgency. “Nik…”
I never stop plunging between her legs as our fingers rub the little nub of flesh above her entrance.
My cock pulses inside her again, almost in anticipation, just before she gasps, her entire body tensing. She screams as her sheath squeezes me, begging for what my body yearns to give her. Hoarsely, I groan against her skin, immediately joining her. A violent orgasm burns through me like a searing iron, and I shudder with mindless pleasure as I pour into her.
Sheer ecstasy…
5
KAT
It’s true what they say. Bad boys do it better. And there’s no doubt about it—Nikolai’s a bad, bad boy.
I won’t deny it took me a moment to realize it. But to be fair, I don’t exactly make a habit of picking up men during jobs. This whole situation is a little outside of my comfort zone. From the start, this heist has been particularly stressful for me—a rushed, high-profile operation orchestrated by someone who controls my best friend’s fate.
Of course, my recent involuntary celibacy compromised my judgment, too. To make matters even worse, Nikolai’s good looks and charm blindsided me. I have always been a sucker for tall, dark-haired guys who look absolutely devastating in bespoken tuxedos.
Nonetheless, I knew he was a bad boy—maybe not from the beginning, but certainly by the time I boldly undressed for him. If anything, his powerful effect on me was another clue to his nature. I can never find it in myself to resist handsome men who are clearly up to no good.
Even now, I know I won’t regret tonight. Not even for a second.
Long gone are the days when I felt guilty about seizing the things or pleasures I crave. And I craved him badly.
I have no qualms about living my life my way, playing by my own rules, and answering to no one but myself. After years of feeling powerless and helpless, I learned there was another way, and I have never looked back.
In the past few months, the stronzo and his schemes have prevented me from living my best life and enjoying it to the fullest. In time, he will pay for it—and for endangering my friend’s life.
A.J. and I are close to the last piece of the puzzle. Soon, we will have everything we need to strike back at the villain. The Flame of Mir should buy us enough time to chase our latest lead and uncover the mysterious secret the horrid man has been hiding.
That’s why I can never see Nikolai again.
Under normal circumstances, I would have loved nothing more than to hide away with the delicious man somewhere warm and luxurious for a week or so. We would have sex whenever the mood struck me, and I would have taken my time exploring the strong, masculine body his clothes still fully cover—even now.
But that is not meant to be. Unfortunately, I can’t afford the risk of a lasting connection with anyone or anything linked to tonight. Our encounter can never amount to anything more than a mind-blowing memory of a hot summer night.
With a discreet sigh I almost don’t catch, he pulls out of me long moments after our shared climax.
Still bent over the desk, I hear the sound of his zipper as he rearranges his clothing before grabbing my waist and lowering my body until my feet once again touch the ground.
I turn around to face him. The staggering effect his eyes have on me takes me by surprise once again. Whenever his gaze finds mine, my core muscles tighten of their own accord. If I were a woman prone to fanciful fits and daydreaming, I might have admitted to feeling the strangest sensation in my chest—something akin to my heart skipping a beat.
As it is, I’m nothing if not a practical woman. More importantly, I’m a woman on a mission. Not a romantic, simpering fool of a girl. As pleasant as our stolen moment was, it’s time to say goodbye.
Nikolai glances at me again, his expression both vulnerable and guarded. After clearing his throat, he reaches inside the pocket of his exquisitely tailored jacket to pull out a handkerchief. He places it in my hand, his fingers lingering on it before wrapping around my wrist. He smoothly slides his hands into his pants pockets, breaking our eye contact.
Oh, God. I’m completely naked in front of a fully dressed man—a man who is, for all intents and purposes, a complete stranger. His gaze trails down my body, and it’s clear that despite his portrayed aloofness, he is very much aware of my state of undress, too.
Fighting the urge to clear my throat, I take a deep breath instead. Maybe it will clear my mind. “Well, then,” I say, patting his chest a few times before sidestepping around him to reach our discarded clothes.
Earlier, when his attentions were so intently directed at my décolleté, I was forced to improvise. I couldn’t risk being caught with tonight’s pièce de résistance between my breasts. Instead, I decided that an impromptu striptease was the perfect way to distract him from my secret.
I expected him to be a little taken aback by my boldness. That didn’t happen at all. My performance might have been a surprise to him—but a welcome one. The scorchingly hot look in his eyes as he raptly watched me teasingly reveal my body to him will forever be etched in my mind.