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She was breathless and groaning still reeling from her orgasm. His body was firm and strong, and his strokes were deep and punishing. He was dominating her in every way and she loved it. “You were ready for me. What company sent you? The Hoard? The Union?” she asked half-conscious ready for sleep to take her.
Aleksandr sighed still recovering from his own climax. “The contract was given to me by the Union, but the contract originated from Precision.”
“Dean?!” Londyn sat up shocked, sleep far from her mind now. He had to be lying, there was no way.
“Don’t worry.” Aleksandr looked at the clock on the bed table. In a few moments Dean will be dealt with. The funds will be released from his account into yours. All trace evidence of your working for Precision will be eliminated, and your dossier will be destroyed.
“How?” she asked covered in his red satin bed sheet.
“I don’t like competition, but more so I despise sabotage. Your second best, and I’d rather have you alive than not I think.” Aleksandr said with a toothy grin. His sarcasm was his greatest weapon
“I see...so basically I’m in your debt. What would you have me do?” Londyn’s tone was anything but innocent. She gazed over his body noticing other scars and scraps that made Aleksandr that much more rugged and beautiful to her.
“Many things. Over and over.” He pulled her into his grip. “With your lips, both of your lips.” Aleksandr brought Londyn’s lips to his and pulled the sheet from her grasp revealing her soft and tender breasts. He wrapped the sheet around her waist and brought her sill swollen vagina on top of his penis. He lowered her slowly and buried himself deep inside her. “Don’t worry we’ll be far from here soon enough, and we won’t have to worry about this life again.”
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