WARNING: This chapter contains mature themes and explicit scenes intended for adult readers only.
THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
Anastasia's cries filled the room, echoing off dark walls and polished wood. She lay on her back, arms wrapped around Psikh's neck and legs locked around his waist as he moved inside her with relentless rhythm. It had been over a week since he'd called her to this room, and she'd prepared herself the moment Sebastian said Psikh wanted to see her. She was desperate for his attention-she knew it was why they'd been allowed to stay at the Romanov mansion longer than their orders demanded.
"O-oh! Hmmp! A-ahh!" She gasped as he quickened his pace, feeling him reach deep with every thrust. Pleasure surged through her, sharp and bright, even as bitterness curdled in her gut. The Amazon was still there, across the room, holding his gaze.
And it's that Amazona freak.
