A penny could have dropped, and it would have sounded like a bomb going off. The silence in the room was charged with tension, and for several moments all I could do was stare at the billionaire, unable to believe what I had just heard.

What the hell had he just said?

And almost as if he had heard my question, Sergei’s expression hardened, and his tone was just as hard as he said with slow precision, “I’ve wanted your virginity the first time I met you. So fuck me.”

Oh. So I had heard him right, and the realization jerked me out of my state of shock and I jumped to my feet. “No.” The rejection came out almost involuntarily, a response conditioned by the years that I had forcibly reminded myself over and over that I would never be like my mother and fall for a younger man.

I lifted my chin. “It’s not possible.”

“Because I’m younger?” Sergei came to his feet with a derisive shake of his head. “We’ve been in each other’s lives for over two years, Erie. You must know by now you can trust me.”

I shook my head vehemently, unwilling to let myself see the truth in his words. “It’s not that easy---”

“You either want to fuck me or not,” he growled. “It’s that easy.”

“We’re just friends---”

“And now we’ll be something else,” Sergei finished flatly.

I stared at him, stunned.

He laughed humorlessly. “You expected me to say we could be friends with benefits, didn’t you?”

Yes, I thought numbly, and could he blame me? The whole world saw us together all the time, and instead of thinking we were a couple, they imagined I was his Attorney Moneypenny, which was basically a cute way of saying I was a girl with brains, a girl he might flirt with from time to time, but in the end, I was also just a girl who could be his friend but not his girlfriend.

“You must know I’ve never stopped wanting you,” Sergei suddenly gritted out.

His words shook me, but I hardened myself against it. “You’re twenty-five,” I said thinly. “You’re programmed to want anyone in a skirt---”

“Zatk nis,” Sergei cut me off with a hiss, dark eyes flashing with fury.

Shut up.

My face reddened, but before I could react, the billionaire had suddenly yanked me forward, and as I stumbled against his chest, he grabbed my wrist and brought it down---

Ah!

My fingers, pressed against his throbbing cock, curled around his length reflexively, and the involuntarily reaction had my cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. So. Hard. I swallowed at the thought, but even so I couldn’t let go. Hard. He was so, so impossibly hard, and I couldn’t think of anything else.

“My cock,” he hissed down at me, “only wants you. I haven’t fucked anyone since that time we had our first fight---”

My mind reeled at his words, rendering me frozen in his hold. Was he saying he had been celibate all this time? Could I let myself believe him?

Tipping my chin up, the billionaire forced me to meet his gaze, saying harshly, “Your virginity can only be mine. Your pussy belongs to me, and I’m the only one who can fuck it.”

Longing rippled in my body, his take-charge attitude exactly what my body craved for. My breathing quickened, and his nostrils flared. His cock pulsed violently in my hold, and my already erect nipples tightened in painful arousal.

“Erie.” The billionaire murmured my name roughly as he clasped my face with both hands. I found myself releasing his cock, my hands reaching up to his shoulders, the heat in his gaze seducing me.

But as he slowly bent his head and I was a second away from being kissed, sanity returned in a flash.

Oh my God, what was I doing?

Hadn’t I promised myself I would never let myself get involved with a younger man?

I wrenched out of the billionaire’s hold with a cry, my sudden resistance taking him by surprise and causing his hold on me to relax. I took advantage of it, freeing myself, and ran out of his room.

Seconds later and I heard him coming after me, and I nearly tripped in my effort to run faster, turning around the corner to reach the hallway leading to my room.

My hands shook as I pulled out the card key from my shorts pockets.

“Erie, stop.”

Panic struck me at how close his voice sounded, and I swiped the card on the scanner with clumsy haste. Come on, come on. The light turned green, and the latch unlocked. I stumbled inside, hoping to slam the door on his face, but he had managed to slide one foot in, and then he was using his strength to force the door open.

He overpowered me easily, and I was forced to skid back as the door pushed open completely and the billionaire stepped inside.

“Get out,” I warned him shakily, “before I scream for security.”

But the billionaire only laughed, the sound both cold and beautiful, frightening and seducing me at the same time. “If you’re going to scream one thing, pchelka, it would be that I don’t stop fucking you.”

I opened my mouth to scream for help, but in an instant he was next to me, his arms crushing my body to his just as his mouth conquered mine.

No!

I thrashed in his hold, violently and wildly, but a part of me knew I was already fighting a losing battle. My greatest struggle wasn’t against him.

It was against myself.

It was against my most shameful desire and my greatest weakness, and that was to finish what we had started over two years ago.

His kiss was deep and forceful, savage and passionate, a kiss meant to threaten my hold on sanity and safety. When I felt him sweep me up in his arms, I cried out against his mouth, and I tried, God, I really did try to get away from him, knowing that once we made it to my bed it was all over.

But his hold on me only tightened, and his kiss only became so much hotter, the bold movements of his tongue urging me to simply let go and succumb to the heat of his touch. When we made it to my bed, I expected him to let go of me, but instead his mouth remained fused with mine, and his hands started running all over my body. He caressed my breasts, kneading and fondling them, and I moaned helplessly against his mouth, unable to stop pleasure from rushing through my body.

It felt so, so good, and it was harder than ever to remember why I had to resist him.

His hands moved down to unbutton my shorts and I tried arching off the bed, hoping to dislodge his hands. But he retaliated by kissing me harder, his hand diving inside my shorts at the same time.

Aaaaaaah.

His finger stroked my folds, and my grip on sanity wavered. His mouth released mine, and I gasped for breath, but when his mouth moved down to suck on my neck, I gasped again, this time out of despair and need.

I tried shoving him away, but in the back of my mind I knew I wasn’t trying hard enough. And by the time he had gotten rid of my shirt and bra, my breasts spilling free and his mouth closing over my nipple, I had the lost the will to try at all.

My pussy was his. My entire body was his, and I could no longer deny it.

Soon, my shorts and panties joined the rest of my clothes on the floor, and a tremulous sigh escaped me as I felt the cold blast of air conditioning brush against my skin. It took the billionaire but a moment to divest himself of his clothes, and when he lowered his body to mine, his nudity was like a scorching, powerful force that sought to enslave my every sense.

When I saw his eyes roam over my form, I stiffened, insecurities coming out of nowhere. Did he care I wasn’t stick-thin like others? Did he care I wasn’t as young or nubile as the other women he had dated? Did he---

“I forbid you to worry,” the billionaire growled, and his command surprised a choked laugh out of me. Tracing my lips, he murmured, “You’re perfect to me. In fact, you’re the only one who’s perfect in my eyes.”

The sweetness in his words made me moan, and my arms slowly slipped up to go around his neck.

“Tonight,” he muttered tautly, “I’ll show you just how starved I am of your body.”

Ooooooh.

Fire consumed my body, and even if I could think of something to say, I would have forgotten it again, with his mouth returning to my nipple. He sucked on it long and hard. His hands were equally busy, one going to my other breast while his right hand went down to tease my folds into a creamier, stickier state.

My legs began to twist under his restlessly, my body writhing in the agonizing pleasure of his caresses. When his mouth moved to my other nipple, his hand also changed course, this time stroking his fingers over my swollen clit.

“Please,” I begged when I couldn’t stand it anymore. I wanted him inside of me. I had been waiting for it for so long.

Releasing my nipple, Sergei loomed over me, his dark gaze savage. “Not yet,” he said roughly. And then he started to move down, and when I realized what he was about to do, I moaned in protest.

“No!” Even though it wasn’t his first time to go down on me, I still found the act too intimate and embarrassing. “Sergei, please----ah!” My breath caught as he pushed my legs apart.

His breath tickled my sensitive skin, and I released a painful whimper. “Sergei, please, nooooooo----”

Still holding my legs imprisoned, preventing them from closing, Sergei bent his head and thrust his tongue in.

My body arched involuntarily, and if he hadn’t been so large and powerful I knew I could have thrown him off me. But instead I only ended up shoving my pussy closer to his mouth, and the billionaire more than welcomed it, his tongue thrusting deeper inside of me.

His name came out a scream.

And as he kept fucking me with his tongue, I screamed and screamed, thinking dazedly that he was right. It really was just his name I’d scream tonight.

Pleasure so intense rocked my body as he tortured me with his tongue, but just when I thought I could no longer hold out, his mouth finally left me and he started to move up.

Our eyes met again, and oh God, there was something in his gaze. Something that couldn’t possibly be real---

And then he was thrusting inside me, his entire cock tearing through my hymen, and for that one moment my mind became incapable of handling anything but a single thought.

My pussy, my virginity, my body was his.

I was his.

His cock throbbed and twitched inside of me like a forceful being of its own, his thick, rigid length rubbing against my walls deliciously with every jerk. My nails dug deep into his back as I tried to adjust to the invasive feeling of his cock inside of me. It was strange and beautiful at the same time, addictively so.

Above me, beads of sweat dotted the side of his face, his expression strained. “Erie.” His fingers around my hips tightened as he visibly struggled to keep himself from moving.

“Sergei.” I choked his name out in a soft, tremulous whisper, still too much in awe of just how painfully beautiful it was to have this man possess me.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Just…a bit.” I swallowed. “But it’s okay.”

His eyes gleamed. “Is that your way of telling me you want me to start fucking you hard?”

Oh!

“As ordered then,” he said huskily.

My eyes widened, and I blurted out, “But I didn’t say---ah!” He had indeed started to move, and even though I knew it would feel good, I didn’t realize it would feel this good.

His thrusts were measured and controlled, a steady pace of smooth hard drives into my trembling pussy.

He kept his gaze trained on my face as he fucked me, and even though I could feel myself turning red at his scrutiny, it didn’t take away anything from the pleasure of his possession. If anything, it only fed my arousal, made my body ache even harder with each thrust.

When his thrusts picked up their pace and he became just a bit rougher, I could only cling to him, loving every nuance of his lovemaking.

As his massive cock plunged into me again and again, my vocabulary gradually deteriorated until all I could do was think in phrases that only a toddler had the right to use.

So. Good. Too. Good.

When I felt my body start to tighten, my gaze flew to his, and I gasped his name out loud. “Sergei.” Was there something else I should do? What there anything I could do to make him feel as good as I was feeling?

“Erie.” He breathed my name hard as he withdrew his cock. “Come with me.” And with those words, he plunged hard into my pussy one last time, grinding his cock into me just as he reached for my clit and gave it a long, tight pinch.

I screamed as I surrendered to his invitation, and our bodies shuddered against each other, the sound of our pants mingling as we came at the same time. I clung to him as my body shook at the strength of my release. Above me, the billionaire’s back had arched as his cock shot its load in me, filling my pussy to the brim with his cum.

My eyes fell closed in exhaustion as I felt his cum trickle slowly down my bare legs, and I wrapped my arms tightly around his back when Sergei’s weight pressed down on me. He was heavy, but it was a good kind of heavy, a solid force that reassured me rather than making me feel oppressed.

I closed my eyes, listening to the mingled sound of our breaths, the scent of our lovemaking still tingeing the air. I just had sex with Sergei Grachyov. If I weren’t feeling so tired and replete, I would probably have started freaking out. But right now all I could do was push the thought aside, telling myself I could worry about reality later.

But for now---

My eyes flew wide open as I felt Sergei’s thick, massive cock stir between my legs. The billionaire pushed himself up on his elbows, and when our gazes met, I looked at him in shock, saying weakly, “You can’t be serious.”

He bent down, nipping my lower lip as he whispered, “I told you, didn’t I?” His lips moved down, and he started to suck hungrily on my neck. “I’ve been surviving on jerking myself off all this time. There’s a lot to make up for, so…”

He suddenly rolled us over, and I found our positions reversed as Sergei sat up and had me straddling his lap, his cock throbbing against the still-moist folds of my pussy.

I looked down at his erection, rigid and fully engorged. “Impossible.” My voice was strained. Weren’t men supposed to need at least thirty minutes of interval between each round of sex?

His hands claimed my hips, and I gulped. “Sergei?”

But instead of answering me, he only locked his gaze with mine as he lifted me up and then slowly pulled me back down to impale me with his cock. My pussy still ached from his possession, but even so every cell inside my body tingled deliciously as I felt him filling me inch by inch. I was stuffed full of his cock, and I could feel the walls of my vagina stretching to accommodate his size.

My head fell back as the last inch slid in. Too much, I thought dizzily. But even so, I wouldn’t trade a second of it. How could I when it felt so unbelievably good?

“Ride me, pchelka.” The words were spoken in a low, rough command, and I moaned, the secret masochist in me aroused at the way he was ordering me around. I wouldn’t have stood for it outside the bedroom, and he knew that.

But here?

With what we were doing?

His eyes gleamed as I hesitantly began to move, and color stole into my cheeks because I knew he knew that I was turned on by his dominance.

“Mudak.” Asshole.

The billionaire only laughed, his fingers tightening on my hips. “Shut up,” he mock-growled, “and just fuck me.”

And I laughed even as I did shut up and fuck him. I knew that people could laugh and have fun while making love, but I had never thought such a thing would happen to me. I was too serious and too boring, and I had always secretly feared that my sex life would be like that, too.

“Faster,” the billionaire was urging me, and I did my best to comply, bouncing myself up and down on his cock that my breasts began to jiggle hard with every move.

He reached up to squeeze my breasts hard and I moaned, and when he pulled me forward so he could suck on my nipples while I fucked him, I totally lost it. My heart hammered its way out of my chest as my body went wild, all inhibitions forgotten. All I could think about at that moment was fuck, fuck, fuck.

And he made it easy, so damn easy for me to lose myself in sex as he began to take control, his engorged cock driving up into me, further and further, harder and harder with every upward thrust.

Soon, we were rocking against each other, and my queen-sized bed was groaning at our movements, the headboard slamming against the wall. I worried about people in the other room complaining about us for a second, but then the billionaire reached for my clit and pinched it, and all the worries in the world completely fled my mind.

They could report me for all I care.

Right now, I just wanted Sergei Grachyov to fuck me forever.

Wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, I shoved my hips down fast, doing my best to keep up with his relentless pace. My breath began to catch, and my throat began to tighten. His fingers were still on my clit, plucking it over and over.

“Sergei.” His name came out a painful whimper. “I’m close.”

“Good.” His hand fisted my hair, driving my head forward so he could kiss me hard. His tongue drove deep into my mouth, and I sucked on it. A gasp escaped him, and then his hands on my hips pushed down, his fingers digging into the cheeks of my ass.

He ground his cock hard against me, deeper and harder than any previous thrust, and the angle was just right, my clit suddenly subjected to the most amazing pressure.

I shattered, screaming in his mouth as I came, and a second later he was growling against my mouth as the billionaire unloaded his cum into my pussy, his cock jerking inside me.

When the sensual haze cleared in my mind, I collapsed in his arms, exhausted, unable to muster the energy to even open my eyes as I felt him lift my body off him and lay me down on the bed. The bed lifted as he got off, and a few moments later I heard his footsteps return and a warm washcloth stroking down my pussy.

I mumbled in protest, sleepily trying to push his hands away, but the billionaire only chuckled and continued to wipe me clean. I fell asleep soon enough to the sound of the shower running and returned to a semi-state of consciousness when he joined me in bed, still naked.

He smelled so fresh and clean, and I instinctively snuggled close to him, wanting more of his scent.

He pulled me closer, lips brushing against my forehead. “May I fuck you again?”

I groaned, trying to pull away, but the billionaire pulled me back with a low chuckle. “A joke, pchelka.” He drew the covers over us, and I sighed in relief.

Sleep beckoned, and I willingly went to its side. In the distance of my mind, words drifted towards me.

I love you.

Had Sergei really said it, or was I imagining it?

I tried to open my eyes but I was too tired, and in the end I told myself I must have been dreaming.

Just go to sleep, Fredericka Spears, and stop thinking about the impossible.