“You’re not going anywhere. I’m not done with you yet.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you’re done with because I’m done with you.”
An animalistic growl fills the ten-million-dollar penthouse apartment. Whatever Mikhail does, he’s good at it based on how posh this place is. He lifts me off the ground and throws me over his shoulder.
“Put me down.”
“You don’t want me to put you down, Mouse. You want me to blow your mind with another orgasm.”
“I do not,” I lie.
As much as Mikhail infuriates me, he’s also the only man who’s ever made me come. Not only did he make me come, he made me come three times in less than twenty-four hours. I don’t want to be pathetic, but when a guy fucks like that, you don’t want to say no.
His hands move up the back of my leg to my ass, and before I know it, my jogging pants and panties are pulled down to my ankles, with me still over his shoulder.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going to make you come all over my tongue. You got any objections, Mouse? Or will you be a good girl and let Daddy taste his favorite dessert?”
The balcony door opens, and the fresh air hits me like a wave. “You can’t fuck inside like a normal person?”
“This isn’t for my pleasure, darling. It’s for yours.”
A vicious scream leaves my lips as my body is dangled off the balcony railing. I hang there with only my ankle held by Mikhail. He doesn’t say anything but moves his tongue on my pussy like an artist. I don’t know how the man knows how to eat pussy like this, but it’s something else. My entire body shakes with need and fear as I stare down at the people walking on the sidewalk beneath me. They look like insignificant ants.
Looking down seventy-two floors while dangling from the balcony of a Highrise in Millennium Park is traumatizing to an average person. But I’m not average. I’m screaming in ecstasy while the devil makes me come for the fourth time.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to experience an orgasm while you plummet to your death, Bree? Imagine the liberation.”
“You’re fucking crazy.”
A long swipe of my pussy with his eager, talented tongue. “Am I, Bree? Do you think I’m the crazy one for doing what you want? You need the fear, Bree. You need the danger. That’s how I know no matter what you say about leaving me, you never will because I’m the only man who can give you what you want. Most men won’t do the things you need. They have morals or a sense of guilt. That’s what’s great about me, Bree. I don’t have either. All I have is a hedonistic desire to make you come until you can’t think straight.”
He lifts me and places me gently back on my feet. I face him, exposed from the waist down, my legs weak from the most mind-blowing sexual act of my life.
He shoves his finger into my pussy, pushing me to the glass sliding balcony door. “I’m gonna take you to bed and care for the wounds on your body. You’re going to be a good girl and get a good night's sleep, and the first thing I’m doing in the morning is fucking this pussy of mine until you learn to do as you’re told.”
Mikhail walks me to the bathroom and removes a towel from the rack. He spreads it on the counter before lifting and placing me on it. A drawer opens, and he takes out a jar like the one Noelle gave me at The Hunt Club. “Take off your hoodie.”
I slide the sweater up my body and over my head, sitting completely naked and exposed to him.His touch is gentle and soothing as he places the cream on my scrapes and rubs it in.
I thought it would sting, but it doesn’t. It’s cool and refreshing. “What is this stuff?’
“It’s a stronger version of polysporin. They give this shit to medics in battle. It has a little extra kick to it. I’ll put some on again tomorrow. Turn around for me.” I jump off the counter and turn. Mikhail hisses as he brushes his fingers on various parts of my back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think I was that rough. Things get out of hand with the hunt, and when you told me about the fear thing, it released something in me.”
I shrug. “No biggie. I knew what I was getting into.”
“Maybe, but I don’t do this to women, Bree. This isn’t who I am.”
I frown. “How do you know my name?”
“I have my ways. I usually have no problem finding out things about people. Like I know you live alone, had a dog named Buster but he died a year ago, and you haven’t been able to get a new one because you work so much. You’re a nurse. Pediatrics. You love kids, and you bake a mean chocolate chip cookie.”
“Do you work for the CIA?”
Mikhail laughs. “More like I’m probably watched by the CIA.” He puts the cap back on the cream and kisses my right shoulder. “All done. It’s late, and you need your rest. We can talk more in the morning.”
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