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My musings are interrupted as ‘Brittany’ grabs Leah’s hands, pulling her out of the circle of trust, and unknowingly closer to me. They settle down in the soft cushioned chairs directly in front of my bookshelf hideout.
“Leah, they’ll kill you, if they find out you’re talking to people about this. Fuck, they’ll kill you if they find out you’re talking at all,” Brittany murmurs in a harsh whisper.
How… intriguing.
“I know! Fuck, I know. But I can’t do this anymore,” Leah says, tears streaming down her face.
“We’ll figure it out, together,” Brittany says, taking Leah’s trembling hand.
“Maybe we could run away while he’s at The Studio? Take some money and just run!”
“Don’t be ridiculous! We have no money. It’s all theirs! You know this. Look at what happened to Brandy. They got tired of her, and she just disappeared into thin air,” she gestures between them. “If she didn’t get out… What chance do we have? It’s a death sentence to run.”
“It’s a death sentence to stay!”
“Leah, be sensible. We knew who they were when we opened our legs to them,” She murmurs, the hysteria rising in her voice with each word. “And we both know we won’t be able to outrun Igor Ivanov.”
I smirk to myself.
Igor Ivanov.
Why would you outrun him, Sweetheart?
When I’m finished, he won’t even be able to crawl.
Chapter Three
ROMAN
“We shouldn’t be here,” she whispers against my lips as I shove her into a set of bookshelves. “If my husband found out he would—”
“Disappear,” I smirk, slipping my hand in the slit of her black satin dress…and between her thighs.
Crushing my lips to hers and pushing her panties out of the way, I run my index finger along the length of her slit before pressing it deep inside of her. The moment I feel how tight she is, how impossibly tight, I nearly cum myself.
“Fuck!” She groans, throwing her head back and knocking several dusty old books to the floor as she tries to steady herself against the shelf.
“You’d best stay quiet,” I growl, slipping another finger in and swirling it around. “It’s a private event, but it’s still a public library. If you keep being so loud, we might attract more than just your husband.”
She opens her mouth to say something, but I ram my fingers into her again, harder this time, relishing the way my merciless probing makes her gasp.
Jesus Christ I’ve wanted this.
For longer than I care to recall, I’ve wanted to have this woman, right here, groaning like a whore for me.
Even though she’s not a whore. And she’s not my woman.
But tonight, I don’t care. That floor length tight sequined evening gown she wore tempted me past the point of restraint, and I just had to have her.
The feisty little minx suddenly grabs my crotch, squeezing my throbbing erection through my slacks.
“Oh wow, you…you’re…” she says, her brown eyes going wide.
I grin.
“I know,” I say, biting my lip as my hands wrap around the backs of her thighs as I pull her up. “I’m bigger than your small-dicked prick of a husband.”
“Oh God yeah,” she snorts, as I press her ass into the shelf, using it to leverage her weight, allowing me to grab my cock and position myself at her entrance. “Like, you might hurt me.”