25. Chapter 25

25

Dimitri

I press the phone to my ear, fighting the urge to crush it in my fist.

Fucking Erik. Always knows when not to call. Right now, I'm seriously considering putting a bullet between his eyes the next time I see him.

"Busy?" Erik speaks with that smug tone I hate.

I clench my jaw, taking a deep breath that does jack shit to calm the raging hard-on in my pants. "What?" I growl, fumbling with my keys at the front door.

Behind me, Wren lets out a tiny moan. Fuck me. I want nothing more than to throw her against this door and bury myself inside her.

"We've been hit," Erik says, his voice tightening. "Cyber attack. Russian IP."

My blood runs cold, but my cock doesn't get the memo. "How bad?"

"Tech team caught it before they could get to the crypto. But it was close."

I grunt, finally getting the key in the lock. "And?"

"…Are you gonna take forever to open that door?" Wren's impatient voice comes from somewhere around my shoulder. I glance down to see her looking up at me.

I shoot her a warning glare, but she just smirks back, unrepentant.

Erik's voice suddenly cuts off mid-sentence. There's a pause, then, "Wait a second. Is that a woman I hear? D?"

Suka!

Leave it to Erik to pick up on the smallest details.

A soft hand snakes around my waist, and I nearly jump out of my skin. Wren's fingers dance along the waistband of my jeans, teasing. I grab her wrist, but can't bring myself to push her away.

"D? You there?" Erik's voice sounds suspicious now.

"I hear you," I rasp, my eyes locked on Wren's. She's giving me that dirty smirk again, the one that makes me want to do very bad things to her. "I'll be there in twenty."

"Twenty? It usually takes you—"

I hang up, shoving the phone in my pocket. Wren's eyebrow arches, her smirk growing wider. "Trouble in paradise?"

"Nothing I can't handle," I growl, finally getting the door open. I drag her inside the house.

Wren's back hits the wall with a thud, and she lets out a laugh that turns into a moan as I attack her neck. "Thought you had to go," she purrs.

"In a minute," I mutter against her skin. My hand finds its way under her shirt, and she arches into my touch.

My phone buzzes again. Erik, no doubt. Probably wondering why I'm not already halfway there. Well, he can fuck right off. All I can think about right now is getting Wren's mouth around my cock.

As if reading my mind, Wren's hand cups me through my pant. "Want some help with this before you go?"

I groan, pressing myself against hers. "Fuck,"

This is a fucking mistake. I know it, but I can't stop myself.

I watch with hungry eyes as Wren sinks to her knees before me, her dark hair falling over her face as she reaches for my zipper. She looks up at me, her thick lashes heavy with mascara, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

"Hurry," I growl, my voice rough with need.

She takes her sweet time, the sadistic suka . Her fingers trace the outline of my cock through my pants, and I have to grip the doorframe to keep from grabbing her head and forcing the issue.

My phone buzzes again. I ignore it.

"Impatient?" Wren purrs, finally unzipping my fly.

I fill my lungs with a sharp inhale of air, followed by a groan that echoes of the torture from the sight of her wetting her lips.

I let out a low, guttural moan, as she pulls my cock from my pants, already hard and ready for her. She strokes me slowly, her grip tight and relentless.

"You want it, huh?" I growl, my voice deep and gritty. "Gonna beg for it like a good little bitch?"

She smirks, not taking her eyes off my cock. "Fuck begging.

"I don't need to beg for what I can take," she says, her voice taunting. She squeezes my cock, her grip hard and unyielding. "But I will let you know when I want you to fuck me."

I laugh, not intimidated in the slightest. "You think you're in control here, krasotka ? You're on my turf. You don't get to tell me when to fuck you."

She gives me a slow, sultry smile, her hand still working my cock.

"We'll see about it, big boy," Wren teases, her hand still torturing me with slow, deliberate strokes.

I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to grab her and take what I want. "You're a little tease, aren't you? Playing with fire like that? You better be ready for the consequences."

"Oh, I'm ready. But can you handle it?"

Wren licks her lips like she's about to devour the last slice of homemade apple pie at a church potluck. Her tongue wetting them in preparation as she pulls my cock closer to her mouth.

She lowers her head, her gaze never leaving mine, and takes the tip of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it with a teasing, torturous slowness that makes my breath hitch.

I squint, brows pinching tight as I watch her. It's like a goddamn lightning strike to my nervous system. I let out a snarl, my hips bucking slightly as she wraps her lips around me.

"Don't stop, blin . Suck me dry, you greedy little blyad. "

As she takes me deeper, I let out a low, guttural moan that's almost feral in its intensity. My hands tangle in her hair, urging her to take more of my cock into her hot wet mouth.

"Take it all, suka. Take my cock like you know you want to," I growl, my fingers tightening in her hair.

She moans around my cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through me. She looks up at me, her eyes hooded and dark with lust, before swallowing me even deeper, gagging slightly as I hit the back of her throat.

Yob tvoyu mat'. Looking at her makes me want to break every fucking rule.

She widen her jaw to sink me deeper into her hot mouth. I let out a low, bestial moan that rumbles in my chest. I can feel my cock wet and slippery in her spit, the slurping noises driving me wild. I grip her hair tighter, urging her to take more, her throat spasming as I hit the back. "Fuck yes, just like that. Suck it harder, krasotka ." I snarl, the base of my cock pulsing in her mouth.

She gags, the sound of it only adding to my pleasure as she continues to suck and lick my cock. The combination of her mouth and her hands on my shaft is almost too much to bear, and I growl in approval.

The sight of my cock sliding in and out of her mouth is making me want to come right now. Her lips are stretched around the shaft, glistening with saliva, as she bobs her head up and down with expert skill.

I reach down and yank her hair, pulling her off me momentarily.

" Krasotka, you're sucj a good little slut." I whisper, my voice hoarse with lust.

Yebat' . Could wreck her six ways from Sunday, but there's blood to spill.

I pull her to her feet. But before I can make my move, she jumps on me, wrapping her legs around my waist like a goddamn spider monkey. My cock is throbbing, eager to be buried inside her, but her jeans are blocking the fucking way.

I grunt, my hands gripping her ass and pressing her against me "You want it bad, huh?"

She rolls her eyes. "Goddamit, D," she hisses, grinding against me. "Thought I'd have to spell it out for you in neon lights."

Growling, I carry her through the darkened house, my eyes adjusting quickly – I know every inch of this place. Built it myself.

We stumble through the living room, bumping into the old coffee table. I barely feel it. Wren's breath is hot on my neck. Our lips crash together.

God, she's so fucking wild.

I lift her onto the goddamn countertop. With one quick motion, I rip her panties and jeans off, leaving her slick and wet against the cold countertop.

She helps me shrug off my pants, her hungry eyes trained on my dick.

Fuck waiting. Time to take what's mine.

I grab her by the hips and push into her. As I slide into her, her body goes rigid, her lips parting in a silent gasp.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" she manages to breathe out. She'll need to get used to a cock this size, but I'm not waiting for her to get comfortable. I want her to take all of me.

I grip the edge of her shirt and yank it over her head, exposing her in nothing but the tiny shimmering bikini that barely covers her breasts. I yank the fabric up, exposing her hardened nipples.

"Fuck, krasotka , you're so goddamn hot," I breathe, my hips moving faster and harder. She arches into me, begging for more. I reach down and pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, thrusting deeper into her tight cunt.

Her nails dig into my back, her moans muffled by my tongue in her mouth. I cup her tit and she arches her back, a desperate little whine escaping her throat. I pinch her nipple harder, tweaking it just how I know she likes it.

"Sweet fucking hell!" she cries, "Fuck me harder."

" Poshol na huy, krasotka ," I groan, thrusting deep inside her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Wren's eyes flutter shut as she grinds against me. My fingers circle her clit, teasing her until she's about to lose her shit. She gasps and stares up at me, asking for it without saying a goddamn thing.

"I want to see you fucking come, krasotka . I want to feel you lose control around my cock," I snarl, pushing her legs wider and thrusting deeper. My fingers work her clit in tight circles, the friction driving her wild. Wren's breathing hitches, her body tensing, her mouth opening in a silent scream. She climaxes hard, her cunt tightening like a goddamn vise.

"Oh, fuck yeah," I grunt, my balls tightening as I slam into her.

I thrust once more, deeper and harder, before I explode inside her. " Kurva ," I hiss through clenched teeth.

My cock pulses, still buried deep inside her. Wren's orgasm subsides and she stares up at me, a satisfied grin on her lips. "That was… fuck…" she breathes out, barely able to form a coherent sentence.

With my cock still buried inside her, Wren's hands slide up my chest, and she pulls me down for a long, hungry kiss. As our tongues tangle, she breaks the kiss and whispers into my ear, a smug grin on her face, ""That'll keep you in top form for your work ?"