“That’s right, watch me while I stroke it, fantasizing about it inside of you.”
Her expression shutters again as she glares at me. And that look is all it takes.
“Fuck,” I growl, tipping over the edge and shooting my cum all over her exposed thighs and cunt, as well as getting some on her nightgown.
Anya looks down at the mess I’ve made, fire blazing in her crystal blue depths. “What the hell?”
I lean down and kiss her hard. “That’s for you to remember me by until I return.” Slowly, I push my semi-hard cock back into my pants and get off the bed. “See you later, printessa.” I wink at her and then leave without giving her release, enjoying the prospect that she’s waiting for my return, desperate for more.
7
ANYA
Ipace up and down the little bedroom that Valery brought me to and locked me inside. A step up from the dark, dank basement. But I’m going fucking insane in here, especially after his last visit.
The bastard came on me like I was some kind of whore, and yet I loved every second, even if I denied it vehemently at the time.
Once he left, I couldn’t help myself. I had to come, but it was greatly lacking. After the way he made me climax in that basement, I can’t find release like it.
Valery may have taken the information I supplied, but he doesn’t trust me yet to roam his home freely. You’d assume that’s why I’m pacing up and down, out of boredom, and yet that’s not it.
He intended to break into my father’s home to do God knows what, and I gave him access to the inside and a detailed description of where each room is.
I realize I’m worried that Valery won’t make it back in one piece, which is ridiculous. It shouldn’t matter to me whether he survives or not.
And yet somehow he’s taken captive of more than just my physical being. On a certain level, I’m already addicted to the way he makes me feel when he touches my body. It makes me question my sanity, but I’ve never felt so connected to another human being before, even if he can be demanding and domineering.
I hear someone slide the key into the door to my bedroom, hope rising in my chest. It swings open to reveal a middle-aged woman holding a tray of food. “I’ve got dinner.”
My shoulders drop as I’d really hoped it was him, but I smile at her as she reminds me a little of Nadia, and from the scent of the food, she’s a good cook, just like her. “Is that beef stroganoff?”
Her expression lightens slightly. “Yes, I hope you like it.”
I nod. “I love beef stroganoff and it smells delicious.”
“Good.” She places the tray down on the side. “As I’ve given you a large portion and some homemade bread.”
I jump up, forgetting that I’m still wearing the nightgown that Valery made a mess of.
Her brow furrows when she sees what I’m wearing, and I quickly grab a sheet off the bed and wrap it around myself.
“Sorry, I don’t have any clothes.”
She chuckles, shaking her head. “Don’t worry about it.” She tilts her head. “What’s your name?”
“Anya,” I reply, sitting down next to the coffee table where she set down the tray. “What’s yours?”
“The name is Dina. It’s nice to meet you, Anya.” She holds a hand out to me.
I shake it. “And you, Dina.”
She nods. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Give me a shout if you need anything.”
I arch a brow. “And how would I do that?”
She gestures toward a telephone by the bed. “Dial fifteen and it will go through to me in the kitchen.”
I arch a brow. “Like room service at a hotel?”