KAIREN
My legs were still shaking when Viktor finally pulled back from my cock, that filthy wet pop echoing in the narrow hallway like a gunshot in my head.
I sagged against the door, chest heaving, shirt hanging open, trousers barely zipped. Cum and spit coated my thighs, sticky and cooling fast in the air-conditioning bleed from the gala.
I tasted blood where I'd bitten my lip too hard trying not to scream when he swallowed me down. My whole body felt like it had been electrocuted, nerves fried, skin buzzing, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out.
God, the way he'd looked up at me from his knees, those icy blue eyes locked on mine while his tongue worked me over… it was burned into my brain. Obscene. Intimate. Like he was owning every inch of me without saying a word.
I reached down with trembling fingers to fix myself, tuck everything away properly, button up, look like the polished Kurov-Shin prince again.
