Anovel of teach me chapter 7 by sensei

Mikhail ~

I can still hear faint traces of jazz music from the bar,the møañs  from the s`ex partners in the pool, but I’m too far gone to care. This is what I’ve been dreaming of for Three days, and I refuse to let someone else ruin it for me.

Leading us to the darker side of the pool, I break our kîss , only settle her down on the floor close to the pool.

Without taking my eyes off her, I sprëåd her legs and slide the silk material of her dress along her thïghs, letting them bunch around her wãïst. She only has pink lace pãñtîês on, but I can see her pvssy.

“W-what are you doing?” her eyes are wide, but her eyelids are fluttering.

"Having my dessert.”

I lower my gaze to her çûñt  and hook her pãñtîês  to the side. It’s fvcking glistening, with ãrøüsãl   “Are you wêt for me, baby?”

She lets out a stuttering breath, and her hips jerk. “Yes.”

A sound that’s part human, part animal rumbles from my chest, and I dip my head bêtwêèñ  her legs, inhaling the sweet scent of her ãrøûsãl , before I swipe my tongue along her drenched s`lit.

Her hips buck, her hands going through my hair, fingers digging into my sçãlp. “Oh, God.”

With my thumbs, I part her velvet folds and drag my tongue from her pvssy to her çlît , making sure to trace circles on the sensitive button. My little seductress responds by pushing my head deeper.

"I will make you so addicted to my d**ck. I'll rüiñ you for other men ." I said 

"Oh Sêñsêi,"

I toss her legs over my shoulders and pull her closer before sliding my tongue deep within hêr  tight muscles. She thrashes and moves her hips, her møãñs and whimpers music to my ears.

“Oh fvck. Yes. Yes, there. That’s it. Deeper, Sêñsêi. Deeper. God please.”

She groans when I stand back up and smirk at her, my mouth coated with her juices. “What are you doing? Go back.”

Alexa scowls at me, her face a mix of frustration, disappointment, and longing. Her lipstick is smeared across her cheek, and mascara runs down her face.

Fvcking gorgeous.

With a chuckle, I tip her chin with my finger. “I need my c*ck inside you, baby?."

"Yes please."

"Do you know how crazy I was when I couldn't find you at home after going through three days of torture without you."

"Please fvck me. I'm begging you."

 "Say you are mine."

"I am yours,all yours."

Holy shît. Say no more.

I sink to my knees, skimming my hands along her bare th`ighs until I reach her waist. Hooking a finger under her chin, I lift her face and crush my mouth against hêrs, sucking her søül, pulling out animalistic sounds from the only one who has ever brought me to my knees.

With my hand on the back of her head, I lower her slowly to the floor while my other hand rips her pãñtîés  off before shoving them into my pocket.  My mouth trails k^isses along her jawline, and I d^ip my tongue into the shell of her ear before I lightly nip on her earlobe.

“Look at me ,baby.” My voice is hoarse and gravelly, my throat thick with desire.

When she opens her eyes, I üñbūçklê  and unzip my påñts , reaching into my boxers and pulling out my steel rød. She inhales sharply, the sound is loud in this space.

I begin strøçkïñg  myself, watching her while her breaths come out in sharp, quick gasps.

“Tell me you want this, Alexa. Tell me you only want my cøçk. Tell me I'll be your only Sêñsêi and the one to rüîñ  you..”

Her slender neck flexes as she swallows. “Yes,you are so please ...”

Sharp zaps of wicked l^ust skitter up my spine as I hover over her and wedge my ç*ok at her entrance. When my head slides inside her, I grit my teeth, welcoming the pain in my jaw.

Goddãmïmit. She always feels so good. I might not last long.

My hips ram forward, trãppîñg  her in place, as I wrap her hair around my kñüçklê, tugging on it to expose her neck. With my lips on the pulse between her collarbones, I rïdê  her to the ground.

With a growl, I plunge my tongue in and out of hèr  mouth while I sink into hèr. She lifts her hips and meets my drives, making me buck faster and harder.

My finger finds her hard ñüb  again, helping push her over the edge. Alexa røçks against me and suddenly stops, eyes snapping shut, mouth letting out halting whimpers of my name. "Sêñsêi. Sêñsêi. Oh, fvck. Oh my God.”

Her body stiffens before her breath comes in short bursts and she trembles. Hot on the heels of her ørgãsm is my own. She continues to flutter around me, and I feel my c*ck swelling until my c`limax slams into me.

“Alexa…”

Pulse after pulse of warmth fills her, and after what seems like hours, I exhale in a rush, finally done delivering my spend. I tunnel my fingers through her hair and kiss her long and hard before resting my forehead on hers. “You’re never getting away from me, until am done with you.”

   

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Alexa ~

"Alexa. Get up and take a shower,” he demands.

My eyes dart to his, and I nod, not sure what I’m agreeing to, but it involves him, so that makes me breathless. After our séx at the pool last night, Mikhail brought me home and fvcked me all through the night. There was a time I slept off and still wake up to him pounding into me.

“Good. Wear what I’ve laid out for you.” Again, it’s a demand, but his eyes caress my face. He turns to leave.

“Holy shït .” I sit up. My head is pounding, and my mouth is in desperate need of water.

"Why? Are we going out?"

He nod with a straight face. "You are following me to work as of today. I can't take the risk of leaving you here alone,who knows,you might just run away one day and I can't afford that."

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Alexa~

My eyes widen on their own as I stared at him, stunned "W..what did you just say?"

I'm not sure I heard him clearly 

"I said you are coming to work with me,now quickly wear what I've laid out for you." An order and I just gaped .

"Why are you so surprised? Didn't the contract state you to be available whenever I need you? Work, public, anywhere."

I gulp. That's true "So are we having sèx  in your office."

I watch his throat moved as he swallowed,his eyes caressing my ñãkêd  form.

"What do you think?" He smirked "Are you anticipating an office fvck."

My face heats up. "Fine." I say "I'll get dressed."

He chuckled deeply and I felt my heart flutter at that sound of his deep sexy chuckle.

He walk through the door, closing it gently after him.

Sighing deeply,I stare in the direction of the clothes he've laid out for me

Hmm, black slacks and a black sleeveless turtleneck with heeled black pumps. I take a breath and exhale, then walk to the bathroom.

Turning on the shower, I find it impossible to turn my brain off. Still, I wash myself, my mind going over the events of my life. The deal and all the dramas surrounding it.

I’m dressed and my makeup’s on in under ten minutes. It helps that I just pinned my wet hair up in a tight bun and threw on some red lipstick. I grab my handbag and phone and shut the door, before heading down stairs.

Mikhail is sitting at the dinning, slowly taking a sip from his morning tea. Like he perceives my present,he stares my way just before I make it to the dinning.

His nostrils flare as he take in my sight in the dress.

"You look beautiful." He rasps.

Again the feelings. I heard some funny noises in my stomach with my heart thumping hard in my chest. 

"T.. thanks." I say taking my seat to have my breakfast.

"Um," swallowing hard , I start as the maid serves my tea "C..can..how can I go to college if I follow you to work?"

He sigh "It won't affect your college but I don't trust you Alexa. I don't know you and you don't even have a home to begin with. I already gave you a house and an unlimited credit card so I can't afford you running off one day..."

"I won't." I defend

He shakes his head"You see,you don't understand. Aside you running off,I have to be careful so you don't sleep with other men as long as you are my plaything."

That hits so bad. My eyes is welling with tears "Do you take me as a prostitute or what?"

"Darlin’, the only reason you’re going to work with me , is because I will not tolerate you fvcking around. I own you as long the contract is valid and concerning your college,I still have to think about it .” He states

Trying to breathe, I blink at him and for a second I actually want to slãp  his arrogant, smug face. I dig my nails into the leather seat and feel a satisfying tear. 

“ But you said I could get whatever I want?"I'm almost raising my voice now as I blink back my unwanted tears.

“i already gave you alot. A house, clothes,car , and a credit card” He stands and pulls his black suit jacket off the chair to put it on. 

"You mean the credit card I have to ask your permission before I can use it?!" I snarl,a single drop tears rolling down my cheeks 

He sigh rubbing his forehead "If you want more then I could extend the month of the contract maybe to two months,a year per what you want from me."

Is he being serious right now? I gape at him. At his gall to think I'd want to be his plaything for more than a month. Well, deeply I do but not when he's complicated and dangerous. I don't want to get myself into more mess.

"No." I grit ,my eyes narrowed "In your wildest dreams." I snort.

He chuckled "We'll see to that, now it's time for work."

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I've been staring out the window ever since I got into his SUV. I'm angry, furious and at the same time excited he wanted to extend our deal.

Isn't that what I've always wanted? It's just that am worried about he's lifestyle. The kind of person he is.

But maybe if he asks again,I could..you know...

“What are you thinking?” His voice snaps me out of my trains of thoughts , but I actually groan out loud when his large, tan hand touches the inside of my lëg.

I shake my head no, literally saying nothing. Because there's no way in hell I'll tell him. I’m on fire; I want him. It’s like I’m sick or something.The car stops, and suddenly, as if I wished it, his driver  is gone and it’s just me and Mikhail.

“Sprêãd  your legs,” he says, and I move so fast ,I seem desperate but Please, I want him to fvck me,that's who he've turn me to.

He looks down at me, his eyes trailing up and down my body as his hand slides up my th^igh. Why did he make me wear slacks? Why?

“Now tell me what you want me to do for you.” His voice is demanding. His hand cups my swollen, wet pvssy.

“I want you to fvck me, Sêñsêi” I buck up as if that will actually do anything.i'm no longer who I used to be, he've turned me into a whole different person who isn't afraid to beg for a c*ck,his c*ck.

He leans in, his mouth close to mine, as his fingers rub circles on my çlīt, the material of my slacks adding an almost frustrating pressure, enough to feel good, but not enough to get me off.

“That’s the problem, my pretty baby.” He takes his hand away, turning to open the car door.

“What?” I sit up, reaching for him, but he’s already out. All I see are his thighs in his dark slacks. I nearly cried out in frustration 

Dãmñ him!

“ let’s go.” He said coldly 

I glare at him 

“Out, now.” He ordered more coldly this time, and my face heats up as the humiliation of being played makes me blink back tears.

“Fine.” I sniff, grabbing my bag

I step out and look up, hating that I’m so much smaller than him. Doesn’t matter, though. He thinks he can bully me. The thing is, I grew up with the worst bullies alive, a father who neglected me and thinks am a burden,a fvcking bîtçh for a mother and snake of a stepmother with cunning vicious stepsisters. I’ve got years and years on him.

“i hate you. ”i spat cause am furious right now. His lips twitch 

I start to walk, only for him to grab me and pull to him and his lips came down on mine with force.

It’s primal, fierce, and for a second I let myself submit as his töñgüê  tangles with mine. Then I dig my nails into his forearm and neck, causing him to lift his face, his eyes dark. He smiles.

“That’s it, Alexa. Fight me,” he growls.

“Fvck you, Mikhail.”

“I intend to.” He grabs my arm, jerking me along as he slams the storage door open outside the company,still, and I’m not gonna lie, as much as I hate him, I also like the rush. The door slams shut with a loud bang, and he pushes me to the wall, my hands on the wall . His hands jerk my hips tight on his èrëçtīøñ , and he rubs it against my a*ss.

“Tell me, Alexa, tell me how much you hate me.” His other hand goes to the back of my ñêçk. “You don't hate anyone but me because I own you” His other hand snakes around to my stomach and into my páñts.

“You don’t own me. I'm just you plãythïñg for month jèrk and it's gonna expire soon, jêrk.” I scrowl, then gasp as his two fingers stroke me.

“That’s my little whørè. You’re so wet,” he whispers and bites my ear. “Unbutton your slãçks.” And suddenly his hands are gone as I hear him un^buckling his belt. 

 I undo my slacks.

“Take thēm øff,” he demands.

I kick off my heels and let them fall to the cement, praying the floor is somewhat clean while I step out of my pãñtîês.

“Wait. What if someone comes here like the janitor oe… Jesus.” His fingers are back ïñsïdê  me, rubbing, stroking, so deep.

“ Fvck, this çūñt is tight.” And all I can do is hold on to the wall while he rubs that magical spot and I start to climb.

“Mikhail. I’m going to come.” My voice is almost frantic.

“Not yet,” he grunts. “I need to eat this cüñt.” His fingers are gone, and I almost scream. Maybe I do. I’m beyond caring.

“Jesus Christ.” When he looks at me, his blue eyes are almost black.

I slowly bring myself on the cold cement floor, lying with my legs s`pread out 

“You can come. I want you to come in my mouth.” He kneels, and everything slows. It’s just us, our breathing, his mouth. I lean my head back and arch up as he starts to suck on my c^lit. Nothing, no one in this world, will ever be able to make me feel like this.

“Oh fvck,” I whimper.

He grabs my hips, using his tongue to fvck my slick çørê , in and out, before it returns to my çlīt.

My body tightens. Every single cell is tingling as I go over. Wave after wave of unending plêãsürè flows through me as he watches me come undone.

He stands, üñzïps  his slacks, and brings out his c*ck. Barely able to breathe, I lick my lips at his thick, pulsing member.

“Turn around and on your føürs ” His voice seems strained.

I did as told 

“This a*ss is mine. You’re mine.” A loud smack is what I hear before my brain actually registers that my right a*ss cheek is stinging.

“Mine. You don’t go to Sin garden. You dont fvck other men” He slaps the other çhêëk l, and this time, I feel everything, and it fvcking hùrts.

He continues to spanß me, but at this point, the stinging is gone, and all I feel is a warm bürñ.

“I should take my belt to this a*ss.” In one hard thrust, he’s inside mê, and we both groan. I fall forward. His c*ck is that big, and at this angle… holy fvck. 

“Tell me, Alexa. Say the words as I fvck this çüñt is mine ,” he grunts, his anger almost an aphrodisiac. If he’s this upset about me going to Sin garden and me fvçkîñg other men, that means he’s jealous.

 I pant, sensing his thumb at my tiny hølê.

“You are mine ”His thumb slowly slides into my a*ss, and fvck…

“Oh,god…”

“Who is allowed to fulvck you?” He picks up speed.

In and out, I feel his thumb in my a*ss and his c*ck so deep inside me.

“Tell me,” he demands.

“You’re the only one who can fvck me,” I scream, unable to stop the ørgãsm. It crashes over me.

“Fvck, Alexa, fvck,” he whispers as my pvssy contracts and my a*ss pulses. I think I might be screaming or chanting his name when he pulls out. Warm spurts of his rêleãsè cover my a*ss, and he comes, loud, guttural, echoing around us.

“Christ.” His voice is ragged. He sounds slightly out of breath. “Don’t move yet.” I lean my head on my arm, trying to catch my own breath as everything comes back into focus.

Suddenly I’m aware of smells, sounds. “Oh my God.” My face is on the dirty floor? What is wrong with me?

I look back at him as he zips up his slãçks and jerks off his tie, leaning down to clean up as much as he can, which is absurd. He çãmê  so much, it’s trickling down my right thigh.

“I can’t believe you.” My cheeks are on fire. I turn and follow his eyes as they take in my swollen, bruised knees.

“Look at me. I can’t go inside like this. Oh my God.” I bring up my hands, which are black, including my forearms.

“Take it easy. I have a shower.” His mouth twitches, and he briefly looks down at my feet, then back at my face.

“What have you turn me to?” 

I blink at him. His mouth twitches, and then he throws his head back to laugh.

"What's so funny?!" I huff

“Baby, I’m sorry, but you look… amazing.” He keeps laughing.

“Stop laughing,it's not funny!" I stomp my foot like a kid 

He pulls me into his arms. “You look thoroughly fvcked.” He kisses my lîps . “I like you fïlthy and hot.” His lips trail to my eyes.

My head falls back. How does he do this? One minute, I hate him, the next moment he can do no wrong.

“Come on, let’s get you dressed.”

“You’re the worst.” I pull away, taking my slacks from him, using his hand to steady me since my legs are shaking.

“Here.” He crouches down, and I watch as he gently puts each of my dirty feet in my fabulous Louboutin pumps (Heels). I could cry feeling the dirt on the clean leather.

“There. All better.” He looks up, and for a second I gasp for air.

Breathless.

That’s the only word that comes to my mind. With his dark hair and full lips forming a broad smile, he’s breathless. His blue eyes hold me hostage. Every time I look at him, I lose a bit of myself…but gain a bit of him.

God, my heart is pounding so loud, he has to hear it. He stands. I swallow. His eyes change, and he isn’t smiling anymore. Can he feel this? Does he know that together we’re complete?

Mikhail has become my everything. Brilliant, controlling, my missing piece.

This is the moment I accept my truths.

Somehow, some way, I’ve fallen in love with him despite knowing he’s not mine.

Holy fvck.

I’m in love with Mikhail Marco,a Russian mob boss 

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After am done with my shower and put the dress he had his secretary sent over, which is identical to the one he laid out this morning. I put it on and step out.

Without sparing me a glance she led me towards his office-his secretary 

"You can go in." She said before brushing past me and leaving.

I sigh , open the door and walk in but the sight I saw isn't what I was I prepared to see.

My mom, sitting on Mikhail's lap ,her hands tugging his hair as they kîssêd. 

I stumble back,my back colliding with the door,my eyes wide. 

That must have made some noise because the both of them are now staring my way.

"Fvck." Mikhail cursed 

And my mum,just as I am,she's shocked to see me..