Emperor of Mayhem

81 [ part one]

INSATIABLE
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MIKHAIL

I was so fucking hard I couldn't think straight.

Sanity had slowly slipped away from me and I found myself going crazy as every shred of self-discipline tore away and all I cared about was her-her, and her fucking addictive pussy.

It was no longer a want, it became a fervid need, not just a yearning more like a desperate gasp for air. The need to plunge so deep inside her, pound into her with such rage you would think I hated her.

How many days had it been since I last saw her?

Ten.

Ten fucking days without touching her or inhaling her scent, and all I had to bask in was her sultry, meek voice bouncing off the speaker, hardening my dick every few seconds she would spare to speak to me.

I tried to hold down this craving but it had reached a point where countless times getting off to the memories of her and the sounds of her moans in the shower, couldn't give me any form of relief.

So when I abruptly packed up and decided to return to Russia, I was on another mission, this one turning out to be the most important of all.

Father would be outraged for sure, but I would be damned if I cared. I didn't care about any consequences, not when all I could think about was her fucking mouth wrapped around my aching cock. The fate of my mafia was pushed to a corner of my mind.

All I wanted was my Malyshka. I wanted her in any form I set my eyes on as soon as I reached home. I wanted to take her on every surface and in every fucking position. I wanted her on me like a second skin. I wanted her pretty voice screaming my name with so much awe and devotion like I was a deity she adored.

So when I skipped off the jet and almost ran into the house if not for the pride I still had intact, I planned to push her up against the wall, wrap my fingers around her pretty throat and steal every air from her lungs with my fervent, hungry kisses. I was going to take her against that said wall first and then switch positions until she was gasping through multiple orgasms.

But reaching our room, I met her sprawled on the bed in nothing but her matching bra and panties, wrapped in a silk sheet.

And my baby was fucking snoring, evidence of how tired she was. She could sleep through a tsunami whenever she was tired. She would sleep with slightly parted lips, and soft snores like an annoying song would be echoing in the room.

Seeing this, I should chain down my demon and let her be. But as a beast that I was, I didn't. I only wanted her even more. If she was tired, I would kiss her so good and so raw, life would be breathed back into her.

I was too hungry, too starved and my dick was way too fucking hard to settle for another cold shower.

The bed whined agonizingly when I adjusted on top of her, lips teasing her pouted ones as I had one hand buried in her hair, the other exploring the skin of her exposed legs before my callous palms grabbed a fistful of her ass cheek, squeezing the flesh.

"No," she murmured, eyes closed as she moved her face away from my kisses, her dainty brows pinched together in a disapproving frown, "No, stop please."