Chapter 56 056

Chapter 56 056
Mikhail

I knew it was a bad idea the moment Natasha slipped into my study at two in the afternoon.

The house was fully awake, servants moving through hallways, pack members coming and going.

My study wasn't some secluded bedroom. It was right off the main corridor. Anyone could knock. Anyone could walk by and hear something.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, not looking up from the reports I was reviewing. If I looked at her, I would be fucked.

"I wanted to see you," She closed the door behind her with a soft click. "Is that a crime?"

"In the middle of the day? When anyone could walk in?"

"Relax. I brought these supply lists you asked for yesterday. See? Perfectly innocent reason," She walked over and dropped a folder on my desk, then perched herself on the edge of it, right in front of me. "We're just discussing pack business."

"Natasha." I sighed, finally managing to look at her.

"What?" Her smile was wicked. "I'm just sitting here."

She was wearing a dress. A thin, summer dress that clung to her curves, and when she crossed her legs, it rode up her thighs. My mouth went dry instantly.

"You're playing with fire."

"Maybe I like fire," She leaned back on her hands, the position making her breasts press against the fabric. "You've been ignoring me all day."

"I've been working."

"Mm-hmm, and last night you left before dawn. You didn't even wake me."

"I had training early and you needed rest."

"What I needed was you inside me when I woke up," She said it so casually, so matter-of-fact, that I nearly choked. "But instead, I had to take care of myself."

Fuck. The image of her touching herself in bed, thinking about me.

"Stop." I warned, my voice coming out rough.

"Stop what? Talking?" She uncrossed and recrossed her legs slowly. "Stop telling you how wet I got, thinking about your cock? How I had to bite my pillow so I wouldn't scream your name?"

My dick was already hard, straining against my pants. She could see it too, her eyes dropping down with a satisfied smirk.

"Anyone could walk in."

"Then you better be quick," She reached down and started pulling her dress up, slowly, revealing inch after inch of smooth thigh. "Or you could just send me away. Tell me to go back to my room and take care of myself again."

I was out of my chair before I could think, crossing the distance and grabbing her face, kissing her hard. She made a triumphant sound against my mouth, her legs parting to let me step between them.

"You're such a fucking brat." I growled against her lips.

"And you love it."

I did. God help me, I did. I kissed her deeper, one hand fisting in her hair while the other slid up her thigh. When I reached the apex, I found nothing but bare skin.

"No underwear?"

"Forgot them," Her smile was pure sin. "Oops."

"Liar. You came here planning this."

"Maybe," She gasped when my fingers found her wet and ready. "Oh fuck, Mikhail—"

"Quiet," I ordered, covering her mouth with my other hand. "You have to be quiet or someone will hear."

She nodded, her eyes dark with lust. I pushed two fingers inside her, feeling her clench around them, and watched her eyes roll back. Her moan was muffled against my palm.

"So fucking wet for me," I murmured, pumping my fingers slowly. "Walked down that hallway with nothing under this dress, dripping and desperate. What if someone had noticed? What if they had seen?"

She whimpered, her hips rocking against my hand.

"Would you have liked that? Someone knowing what a dirty girl you are for me?"

I felt her clench tighter and knew she was close already, but I pulled my fingers out, making her whine in protest.

"Not yet. If we're doing this, we're doing it right," I spun her around, bending her over the desk. Papers scattered, but I didn't care. "Stay quiet. Can you do that?"

"Yes." She breathed.

"Good girl," I pushed her dress up over her ass, revealing her completely. "Fuck, look at you. So perfect."

I ran my hands over her, squeezing and spreading, making her squirm. Then I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her legs from behind.

"Mikhail!" She gasped, her hands scrambling for balance on the desk. "Oh fuck, oh fuck—"

I licked her from clit to ass, tasting how desperately she wanted this. Her thighs trembled, and I had to hold her hips to keep her steady.

"Please," she whimpered. "Please, I need—"

"What do you need? Say it."

"Your cock. I need your cock inside me. Please."

I stood up, quickly freeing myself from my pants. My dick was painfully hard and leaking. I rubbed the head through her wetness, teasing her entrance.

"Is this what you came here for? To get fucked on my desk like a whore?"

"Yes! Fuck, yes, just please—"

I slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

She cried out, loud, and I immediately clamped my hand over her mouth again. "What did I say about being quiet?"

She nodded frantically, her walls clenching around me like a vice. I set a hard, fast rhythm, the desk creaking with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

"You feel so fucking good," I groaned, trying to keep my own voice down. "So tight and wet. Taking my cock so perfectly."

I could feel her moaning against my palm, her whole body shaking. With my free hand, I reached around and found her clit, rubbing tight circles.

"Gonna make you come on my cock," I muttered in her ear. "Gonna fill this sweet pussy up and send you back out there dripping with my cum. Everyone will see you and have no idea you're full of me."

That did it. She came hard, her pussy spasming around me, her scream muffled by my hand. I fucked her through it, chasing my own release, getting close, so close—

Then I heard a knock on the door and we both froze.

"Sir?" A servant's voice, muffled through the wood. "I have those documents you requested."

Fuck. Fuck.

"Leave them outside," I called out, somehow keeping my voice steady even though I was balls-deep inside Natasha. "I'm in the middle of something."

"Of course, sir."

The footsteps retreated.

I looked down at Natasha. Her face was flushed, eyes wide with panic and something else. Excitement. Her pussy was still fluttering around my cock.

"That was close." I murmured.

"Too close." She whispered back.

But neither of us moved to separate. The adrenaline was pumping through my veins, mixing with arousal into something explosive. I pulled out slowly, then thrust back in, hard.

"Mikhail."

"They're gone, and you're still not done," I resumed fucking her harder now. "Almost getting caught made you excited? I can feel how wet you got."

"Yes," She admitted. "Fuck, yes."

"Dirty girl. My dirty fucking girl," I pounded into her, all pretense of control gone. The close call had lit something feral in me. "I want everyone to know you're mine. I want to fuck you in front of the whole pack so they know who this pussy belongs to."

"Yours," She gasped. "All yours, only yours."

"Damn right," I could feel my orgasm building, electricity up my spine. "Gonna come inside you. Gonna fill you up so good."

"Please, please, I'm gonna come."

"Come with me. Come on my cock, baby."

She shattered again, and this time I went with her, burying myself deep and spilling inside her with a groan I couldn't hold back.

My whole body locked up, pleasure whiting out my vision for a moment. We stayed like that, both panting, my forehead pressed against her back.

"That was insane." She finally whispered.

"Completely fucking insane," I pulled out slowly, watching my cum start to drip down her thigh. The sight made me instantly want her again. "We almost got caught."

"I know," She straightened up carefully, adjusting her dress. "That was so hot."

"It was stupid and reckless."

"Yes," She turned to face me, her eyes still dark with arousal. "Want to do it again?"

Instead of sending her away and pretending to have some self-control, I grabbed her and lifted her onto the desk, papers be damned.

"Fucking insatiable."

"Only for you," She pulled me in for a deep kiss. "Only ever for you."

I pushed back inside her, both of us groaning at the sensitivity. This time, I faced her, watching her face as I fucked her slowly and thoroughly.

"I love you," I muttered against her mouth. "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too," Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop."

I couldn't even if I wanted to. She was an addiction, and I was too far gone to care about the consequences.