Once upstairs, Viktor and Stephen were curious about what happened, as they weren’t close enough to hear Andrei after his match. Andrei said, “I don’t know how, but she managed to push her anger to me. It was like an in sane power boost for me.” He looked to Misha. “You felt it too, right?”
“Yeah, it was like Mario eating one of those magic mushrooms,” he said, his wide smile stretching across his face.
Adrik looked at me, surprised. He’d been feeling me pushing things to him for a while now, but neither of us knew I’d be able to do it with anyone else. “Is it the same with them?” he asked, curious.
“I don’t think so. It was more difficult. They feel different, too,” I said.
“Your anger levels were off the charts, princess. I could feel that,” Ivan said.
“I think I had to get to that level to be able to push it to them. I can do it much easier with you and easier still with Adrik.”
“You guys saw the switch flip, right?” Andrei asked. Everyone nodded. “It wasn’t my switch. I don’t have a switch. Neither does Misha. It was her switch.”
“It was exactly like watching Sephie when hers flips,” Stephen said. “It was clear when it happened. I think everyone saw it, even.”
“It was impressive. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you two look that good in a practice match. When your life is really on the line, sure, but not when you know it’s a practice match,” Viktor said. “They feel different to you?” Ivan asked.
“Yeah. You and Adrik are similar in that you’re both very chaotic with your anger. It’s controlled, but barely. Although, it’s becoming more so lately. Andrei is quiet and very controlled, but just as deadly. Misha’s might be my favorite, just because he delights in it. I can feel the f**kery increase with his anger,” I said, laughing.
Misha laughed loudly. “You knew I was trying to find a way to embarrass him as much as possible.”
“Yep. You both did, just in different ways. I’ve never been more proud,” I said.
Viktor, ever the proud older brother, said, “I don’t think those two will be a problem moving forward. They might quit after today.” His deep belly laugh filled the kitchen.
Sephie
The guys left to get cleaned up, giving Adrik and I the penthouse to ourselves for a few more minutes before Aleksei and Vitally came back upstairs. I couldn’t keep my hands off Adrik. Normally, it was the other way around, but seeing him in the ring with Ivan was an unexpected major turn on.
“I’m actually glad I figured out that I could push my anger onto Andrei and Misha because otherwise, I would’ve been left thinking about how f**king hot you are. I mean, they might agree, but I don’t think any of them necessarily want to feel that,” I said, pulling my shirt off before trying to pull his shorts off as I also tried to drag him toward the shower.
He laughed, his lips still against mine, his hands pulling at my clothes just as feverishly. He walked into the shower, turning the water on, then quickly came back to me. He grabbed me around the waist, pulling me to him roughly. “I might’ve felt it while I was in the ring. You’re very good motivation.” he said, turning me in his arms so my back was to his chest, his hands roughly squeezing and running over my breasts. He walked us into the shower, stopping just before he pressed me against the wall. His hands ran down both of my arms. He grabbed each of my hands and placed them on the wall in front of me. “You’re going to need this,” he said, as he grabbed my hips and pulled them back toward him so I was slightly bent over.
“Need it why?” I asked, trying to turn around to look at him. He caught me and put my hands back on the wall with one hand. The other hand slid down my back, in between my a ss cheeks to my slit.
“Because I’m going to f**k you,” he said, removing his fingers from my pu ssy and slamming into me with his co ck. I moaned loudly, now grateful I had something to brace against. I pushed my hips back into him, already wanting more.
He grabbed my hips, his hands holding me firmly as he slammed into me repeatedly. My walls clenching down on him as he buried his cock deep inside me. I pushed back on the wall, my hips meeting his each time he thrust into me. I couldn’t contain the moans that escaped as I felt myself building to o*gasm. With each thrust, it felt harder to stand up as my body was nothing but pleasure. I felt his hand slide up my back, to the back of my neck. He grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling my head back as he thrust into me harder. I was breathing heavy, unable to quiet my screams of pleasure. I might not be able to walk later, but I still wanted more
“Harder,” I managed to say in between trying to breathe and moaning in pleasure. I heard him groan as he readily obliged. He let go of my hair, but held onto the back of my neck as he pulled me to him each time he slammed Into me. I could do nothing but try to remain standing as he continued to f**k me.
Finally, just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, I felt him find his release. He slammed into me one last time, exploding inside me. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, pushing me against the wall as we both worked to catch our breath.
He stood up, pulling us both back under the water. He kissed my neck gently. I was still struggling to catch my breath. I held onto his arms, my grip getting tighter the longer it took to slow my breathing. He felt my panic start to set in as I couldn’t catch my breath. He kept his arms around me tightly, holding me up. His lips next to my ear, he calmly said, “you’re okay, solnishko. Listen to my voice. You’re safe. You’re with me. You can breathe.” He kept repeating it over and over again until my breaths started to calm down slightly. My grip on his arms relaxed somewhat, but I didn’t let go.
He turned me to face him, still quietly repeating his calming words, trying to help me relax so I could breathe normally. I finally took a deep breath, closing my eyes. I felt his hands on either side of my face and felt him press his lips to mine.
He started to say something, but I cut him off, without even opening my eyes. “Don’t apologize for that. I very much enjoyed that,” I said, smiling at him.
He laughed. “I don’t like that you can’t catch your breath. I don’t like feeling your fear so close to feeling your pleasure. Those two should not be connected,” he said.
“I don’t disagree,” I said, resting my head on his chest.
“You had trouble catching your breath the other night too. Have you been having trouble other times?” he asked, his fingers massaging my scalp as he washed my hair.
“I don’t think so. I haven’t done that much though. It’s easy to breathe when you’re not doing anything strenuous.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.