Page 36 of Ruined By Sin

“It’s not too much,” he rasps, and his voice sounds strained with the effort of holding back. “You’re gonna come again on my cock like the good girl you are. Let me feel that pretty pussy squeeze me.”

His dirty words push me over the edge faster than I expect. The second orgasm hits even harder, forcing a broken moan from my throat as my body locks up. My nails dig into his shoulders and my hips jerk helplessly as pleasure floods every nerve ending.

Timur swears under his breath as my walls milk him. “Fuck—Kira—yes, just like that."

I collapse forward against his chest, panting, my face buried in his neck as aftershocks bubble through me. But he’s not done. He wraps one arm around my waist, holding me in place while his other hand tangles in my hair, tugging my head back so he can look at me.

His eyes are wild, sweat beading on his forehead, hair disheveled from my fingers. The polished man from dinner is gone—replaced by this raw, feral version of him that only comes out when he’s buried inside me.

“Look at me,” he commands, voice low and rough. “I want to watch your face while I fuck you."

Every thrust presses me against him, my clit dragging against his body with delicious friction. This is going to shatter me completely. If not my body, my will to walk away.

“Timur… please,” I whimper. It's all I can do not to scream, everything is so intense. And finally he loses it.

Timur’s thrusts become erratic, his breath hitching. “Kira—shit— I’m—fuck?—”

His hips slam up into me, burying himself as he comes with a deep, guttural groan. I feel the hot pulse of his release inside me, flooding me as his dick throbs against my still-spasming walls. He holds me tight against him, hips jerking with every spurt, his face buried in my neck as he rides out the intense pleasure.

"Holy shit," I breathe when he finally stops thrusting. And I collapse over his chest, letting my forehead rest on his shoulder. He lets me linger there with his dick still buried inside me while we catch our breath.

"You are incredible, you know that?" His lips press light kisses on my damp temple and I yank my dress back into place, though I can feel the cup of my bra still curled down awkwardly.

"You really meant it?" I ask softly, knowing what I'm getting myself into. If Timur's falling for me, though, it will be easier to keep him on my side. Though, it'll be harder to let him go when Victor finally comes for me.

"I'm falling for you, Kira." He holds me up, then cups both cheeks. When he pulls me in for a kiss, I whimper. God, I wish this were any other circumstance. He's just too perfect to let go.

I slide off his lap then, letting him tuck his dick away while his sex drains onto my panties and inner thighs. I try not to thinkabout it as he sighs and scrubs a hand down his face, looking stressed.

"What's wrong?" I ask him, knowing it's not my fault. He's probably just really stressed out about work. I know this hasn't been easy. I heard him going off on that man for what he did to me. I'm lucky to be alive, or so it seems.

"Oh, it's just my buddy... This whole mess..."

And finally, my real opening.

Timur is so open right now, and vulnerable. He's confessed to wanting me. He likes me. He's falling for me. And now he's opening up about his work stress, in just the precise way I need him to in order to put my foot in this door.

"What if he's wrong?" I ask as I adjust my bra under my dress to fix myself and make myself proper in case he wants to go back inside for dessert.

"What do you mean?" Timur lifts his head and looks at me.

"I mean, your buddy... I heard you say he's after the Mirovs because they're ready to attack." I'm not exactly sure what he did say. My memory is foggy of that first night, but since my story involves my working as a mole in their organization, my doubt is plausible, at least. "I mean... What if the Mirovs aren't coming after you at all?" I chew my lip nervously, hoping he buys it. It's not like I can come right out and tell him Victor Mirov called me—or rather that I called him.

But if I really was working with them, I'd know some things, right? I'd know if Mirov was allocating money toward strikes on Kuzins.

"You, my dear," he says, leaning forward to kiss me again, "are far too beautiful to let that brilliant mind of yours get wrapped up in family politics." His lips are salty with sweat from my chest, and I kiss him back, so as not to make him suspicious. But I'm not done.

"No, you're wrong..." I know I’m walking a line. I just have to do this. For my family. "My uncle sent me to do a job, Tim." I use his pet name now, hoping he listens. "I know things. What if Morin is wrong?" I hate saying that fucker's name, but it makes him listen.

"I don't think he is, but if you're that concerned, I'll look into it." He cups my cheek and smiles. "You did work in that family for a long time, so you do know things. I should listen to you."

My heart zings with acknowledgement, and I lean in and kiss him. That’s about as hard as I should push it for tonight, but if the opening comes again, I'll be ready. And next time, I'm not going to be shy. I'll tell him what a stupid ass fucker his friend is and hopefully, it ends this war against my family.

If not, Victor will come, ready for open war.

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TIMUR