“Katya—”
“If your hands even come close to me, Ales, I will stop.”
Before I could say another word, Katya's tongue whipped out, tasting my dick from the shaft up, slowly.
I groaned and shuddered, closing my eyes, and rolling my head back.
She slowly took me in her mouth, going deeper and deeper until I swore. English wasn't an option. The only thing in my head was how she worked her mouth, starting slow and working faster while playing with my balls.
The feeling of her hair, her breath, that naked tit that rubbed against the side of my leg as she moved.
My hands were twitching, but I grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheet instead.
I needed this. Needed her to finish.
The momentum built up, driving me towards the climax.
I was going to cum—
Then Katya stopped. Just pulled away altogether as if she had never been there at all.
I shot up and found her standing at the foot of the bed, still looking ruffled, and with her tit still out.
“No!” I growled at her. She couldn't, wouldn't do this.
But it was Katya, and if she wanted to do something, she would do it.
“Yes.” She smiled at me, licking the corner of her mouth as she fixed her night rail. “Take it as a warning for that little stunt last night.”
I fell back into the bed, hands splayed, with Katya laughing to herself as she went to the bathroom and took a shower.
I was almost there, she'd left me right before I could cum, and now I had to finish myself.
My kitten could put Satan to shame.
By the time I showered, Katya was gone from the suite, and I had to get the day started.
I called Frankie to gather all the managers we had in the city for a meeting.
“No honeymoon?” he asked jokingly, but I was in no mood for that. Not after Katya's little stunt.
“Cut the crap and get them together.”
I was going to make it clear that none of them would dare to question Katya's authority. Not if they wanted to live long enough for their Christmas bonuses.
Frankie was laughing when I cut the call.
Chapter 16 - Katya
The Sorvino cover company provided financial services as its front. There was a general meeting for all the managers in the region.
That was the first thing my newly appointed secretary informed me of, even before I could step into my office.
It was a new front. There would be people who would have reservations about this decision, naturally, and I’d come prepared to handle them. Even as a Petrenko, it had been the same. I’d never been given an official office or position other than Don’s daughter, the princess, or the heir, and before I’d proven myself, there had been people who’d thought they couldn’t take me seriously.
That hadn’t lasted a week, this wouldn’t last one day.
I entered the meeting room and found it was packed. Heads turned, to watch me walk in, and I met as many eyes as I could meet before heading to take a seat at the front. The silence was brutal, as it should be, and I made sure to keep my head high.