11. Chapter 11

eleven

Clara

I knock back another shot, barely feeling the burn. “Stop talking and start drinking, Big Boy. Clock’s ticking.”

Mr. Big Dick Energy matches me, slamming his glass down on the bar.

We’re both starting to slur our words, the alcohol buzzing through our veins. But while I might be further gone, Big Boy is beginning to loosen up, too.

He unbuttons his shirt a bit more, the shirt parting to show off a sliver of tanned and inked, cut abs. A trail of dark hair disappears beneath the fabric, begging to be followed.

Fuck me .

I’ve seen my share of cocks, but this… this is different.

The sheer size of him, the raw power thrumming just beneath the surface… it makes my cunt clench.

I’ve fucked men, but this man, with the body of a warrior god and the eyes of the devil… I know one taste will never be enough. He’ll fucking ruin me.

I want to run my tongue over his abs, taste his sweat.

I want to taste blood as I sink my teeth into his pecs, mark him as mine.

I want him to throw me against the wall and fuck me, hard and fast and brutal.

Anton catches me eye-fucking him and smirks, dragging his barstool until his legs are caging me in.

Oh, I fucking love this.

His body is radiating heat like crazy, and he smells so fucking good, so fucking male. It’s making my head swim with dirty, dirty thoughts.

“I’ll ask again, krasotka . What were you really doing at the club tonight?” His voice is a deep growl that I feel in my cunt.

He pours me another generous shot of vodka, his fingers brushing mine as he hands me the glass. Sitting back, he spreads his long, muscular legs wider, putting that impressive bulge on obscene display for me.

I lick my suddenly dry lips and knock back the shot, loving the way it blazes down my throat.

“Damn it, you’ve asked me that a hundred fucking times.” The words come out all breathy and needy. Fuck.

The room starts to blur, everything fading into the background until all that’s left is him and this ache between my legs that just won’t quit.

“That’s because, krasotka , you’re not telling me the truth.” His words are starting to slur just a bit more, but his gaze is intense.

I pour another round.

Fuck, stay focused, Clara. Time to spin a story.

“I was working. Scoping out the competition, you might say. I’m in… acquisitions.”

His brows wing up. “Is that so? And just what were you hoping to… acquire?”

I smile slyly, fingering the rim of my glass. “Ah ah ah, you’ve had your question. My turn.”

I lean forward, lowering my lashes. “Tell me, Anton … what’s a powerful man like you doing slumming at a club like Viper?”

He knocks back his shot, eyes never leaving mine. “Like you, I’m a collector of sorts. And when something catches my eye…” His gaze drags purposefully down my body. “I just have to have it.”

Christ on a cracker.

I suppress a shiver, heat flooding my veins that has nothing to do with the vodka.

Focus, Clara.

“And just what caught your eye tonight?”

He shrugs, and I can’t help but track the way his muscles bunch beneath the fabric of his shirt. “Trouble, I suppose. A beautiful woman, asking too many questions in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sound familiar?”

I knock back my shot to hide my scowl.

Bloody hell, he’s already got my number.

Time to change tactics. “What makes you think I’m trouble?”

He leans in close, his breath hot on my ear. “Call it intuition. I know trouble when I see it, and you, Katya , are a walking, talking embodiment. But maybe that’s what drew me in. I’ve never been good at resisting temptation.”

Two can play at that game.

Emboldened by the alcohol thrumming through my blood, I slowly uncross my legs, letting my dress hike up more until there’s nothing left but a naked pussy.

“Is that what I am, Anton ? Temptation?”

His eyes flash, hand tightening around his glass. “The worst kind, solnyshko . The kind that could make a man forget all his good sense and lose himself completely.”

I wet my lips, pulse kicking as his gaze drops hungrily to my mouth. “Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”

He watches me. Hungry and possessive.

I know it’s all a game, one that I eagerly play. Spreading my legs wider, I offer him an unrestricted view of my mound.

With a flick of my tongue, I lick my fingers before sliding my hand to my throbbing clit.

“So… why don’t we cut the bullshit and get to what we really want?” I groan, biting down on my lip as I find myself already fucking wet.

I slowly part my slick folds, circling my aching clit. Teasing myself. Imagining it’s his fingers touching me, rubbing me. Making me gasp with each flick against my most sensitive spot.

He crosses his legs, that cocky smirk growing as he watches me pleasure myself. His eyes never leave my glistening pussy.

“I like a woman who knows what she wants, krasotka.”

Panting, I rock into my fingers, putting on a show for him. Picturing his lips crushing against mine, his tongue plundering my mouth as he takes what he wants. Me.

I slip one finger inside my soaked entrance, then two. “Fuck, yes.”

Pumping slowly, I let him see how wet I am. How desperately I need him inside me.

“I want your cock,” I manage between moans. “Stretching me… filling me up.”

His eyes flash, molten with hunger. He unzips his slacks, freeing that enormous erection. I lick my lips as he takes himself in hand, stroking lazily from root to tip.

“Show me how badly you need it, kroshka .” His voice is pure sin, and it makes me clench around my fingers.

I fuck myself faster, letting the obscene wet sounds fill the air.

“So fucking badly. Wanna feel you splitting me open.” I meet his scorching gaze, my own brazen with lust. “I’d ride your cock ‘til I can’t remember my own name.”

He groans, hand working faster over his impressive length. “Keep talking like this, and I’ll make sure you won’t be walking straight for a week.”

“Promises, promises,” I tease breathlessly as my fingers slide out of my slick folds. I bring them to my mouth, savoring the taste of my own juice, imagining his long, hard, thick cock.

“A- aaah…” I wet the outside of my pussy lips and slowly begin dipping back into my honeypot once more. “Oh God,” I moan. My hips rock in rhythm with my fingers.

He’s watching me like a wolf eyeing its prey.

With a growl, he’s out of his seat and on me in a flash. I gasp as he yanks me to the edge of my stool, shoving my dress up around my hips.

“Oh, I always keep my promises.” Then he’s ripping my fingers away, replacing them with his own, and stars explode behind my eyes.

His fingers are thicker, rougher than mine, and they waste no time plunging knuckle-deep into my aching cunt. I cry out, back arching off the stool as he finger-fucks me hard and fast.

“ Blyat , you’re soaked,” he rasps, thumb circling my clit as he pumps into me. “So fucking tight. Can’t wait to feel this pretty pussy strangling my cock.”

I moan shamelessly, grinding against his hand. “Then what are you waiting for? Fuck me already.”

He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through me. “ Neukrotimaya kotyonok . I’m going to enjoy taming you.”

Before I can snark back, he’s yanking me up and spinning me around. I brace my hands on the bar as he kicks my legs apart, the blunt head of his cock notching against my entrance.

“Last chance to back out, kroshka ,” he warns, his breath hot against the back of my neck. “Once I start, I’m not stopping until I’ve ruined you for any other man.”

I look back over my shoulder, catching his gaze. My eyes are wild, blazing with need and reckless want.

“Wreck me,” I breathe. “Ruin me. I’m yours.”

Something fierce and possessive flares in his eyes. “ Moya ,” he growls. Then he’s slamming into me, and I’m seeing stars, galaxies, whole fucking universes as he splits me open on his cock.

“Fuck, yes!” I scream, gripping the edge of the bar as he pistons into me, hard and deep and unrelenting.

He feels huge inside me, stretching me to my limits, the pleasure edged with sweet, sweet pain. I’ve never been so full, never been taken so thoroughly. It’s exactly what I need.

“ Ty takoy chertovski uzkiy ,” he grunts, his hold bruising my hips as he thrusts forcefully.

Again and again.

“So wet and tight. Been thinking about how you’d feel wrapped around my cock since I first saw you.”

My thoughts scatter, his cock short-circuiting my brain.

Fuck, he is so big and hard.

I’m left with only whimpers and gasps as he claims me, owning every inch.

Making me forget that just hours ago, someone tried to kill me.

Making me forget that I’m a Caldwell …