AGNES' POV:
"You like that?" I purred, eyes locked into hers as I moved my finger inside her pussy.
She moaned and pulled me closer.
"Ag..." Her voice hitched as I pushed my finger deeper.
"What's that?" I mused, bringing my face closer.
"You love this, don't you?" My breath brushed against her neck.
Her finger dug into my skin as she arched her body forward. Her breathing grew shaky as I continued.
I kissed her neck and trailed to her chest. Her body responded to every move and kiss so beautifully that it felt like losing my own mind.
"Fuck." I growled, lowering my head. I withdrew my finger and placed it at the tip of her clit while I brought my face to her pussy.
She moaned sharply, placing her hand on my head as I moved my tongue.
"Yes, Mama..." She moaned, gripping harder on my hair.
"Yes," she moved her hip, "like that..."
I increased my fingers pace on her clit, drawing a sharp moan from her breath.
"I'm going..." She muttered, pulling me up with my hair.
"I need you..."
I kissed her and grabbed her waist, wrapping my leg on hers. Her scent had made me so wet and it felt like losing my mind.
We moaned as our clits rubbed against each other.
"F–Fuck..." I stuttered under the kiss.
She grabbed my breast with one hand, squeezed it and pulled me closer to herself with the other.
That moment felt better than using the strap-on dick. We'd been going through so much stress with work and releasing it just felt so divine with our bodies wrapped together.
"W–Wait..." She stuttered, pushing me away softly. She looked toward the door.
"Someone's knocking."
I growled and looked at the door.
"Just ignore it." I kissed her neck and moved my waist. She chuckled, grabbing my face to kiss me but stopped as the knocks continued.
"We should check it."
"Fuck." I snarled. We locked eyes for a second before I climbed off her body.
"I'm going to edge you out until you cry if it's not someone important," I said as I grabbed my pant and nightdress.
"Which damned fucker will be disturbing so late?" I muttered as I walked to the door. My jaws tightened as the knocks continued.
I reached for the doorknob before checking the peephole. Big mistake.
The person stopped, knowing I was at the door.
I gasped as I saw him. What the hell was he doing here? How did he find this place?
He smiled with a stupid grin on his face and waved at the peephole.
Fuck.
"Who's there?" Lara asked, since I'd been taking some time at the door.
"It's..." I paused, looking at the peephole again.
"Don't know them. They must have the wrong door."
She stayed silent for a while before speaking.
"Answer them, then."
"I'd rather ignore it." I scoffed and grinned as I turned away from the door.
He must've gotten the message. He knocked twice and then stopped.
"Now..." I mused, taking my robe off.
"Shall we continue?"
She laughed, stacked the pillows together, and tapped the bed.
"It's your turn, Mama..." she purred, crawling to me.
I bit my lip and locked eyes with her as I peeled my pants off.
"I'm not done with you."
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I grumbled as a knock on the door woke me up.
"Good morning, Mama..." Lara ran her hand through my hair as I turned to her.
"Good morning, cupcake," I muttered, reaching for her thigh. I groaned and looked at the door as the knocks continued.
"Must be room service." She chuckled, grabbing my hand as I tried to stand up.
"I'll take care of it."
"Thank you," I mused, sitting upright with my back against the bedpost as she stood to get the door.
"You slept really well," she laughed as she walked away.
I thought the bastard must've gone back since I didn't answer last night, so it didn't bother me much.
I stood up and walked to the door as she was taking a while.
"Who's—"
"Good morning." He tilted his head to look at me with a smile.
"Barac," I said, glancing at Lara. "What are you doing here?"
He laughed softly and looked at Lara. "I thought I'd invite you," he said, a grin forming on his face. "I don't think you've both had breakfast."
"I've ordered breakfast," Lara cut in, glaring at him.
"You've definitely not had the steak from the place opposite, have you?" he asked. "You're going to love it."
She growled and looked at me.
"Pretty please?" he said, looking at me.
Looking at both of them almost made me laugh. It was kind of cute.
"Ask her," I replied. "Not me."
"Lara..." he said. "I promise to not disturb you anymore if you just give it a try."
I locked eyes with her for a second. She exhaled and shook her head.
"I'm going to kill you the next time you try anything like this, Mr. Fyodor," she glared at him before walking toward me.
"Sheesh..." he chuckled. "So formal. And here I thought seeing my cute face this morning would—" He stopped as I glared at him.
"Know your place, Barac," I said and turned away.
"How am I supposed to?" he laughed. "I don't have the rule book yet."
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BARAC'S POV:
"What?"
I dropped the glass on the table and took a napkin to clean the drink I'd spilled in surprise.
"My father's invited us to dinner," she repeated. "Tonight."
Lara looked at me and continued eating her steak.
I lowered my head, still processing what she'd said.
I'd never been invited to dinner by her father. Heck, I'd never even met the man until he died.
"You don't have a choice in the matter," she said, dropping her fork.
"I'll also prepare the contract for you later."
I raised my head.
"Having my debt paid by marrying you is a jackpot."
"I'll also give you one million dollars to settle your family's debt."
My eyes widened at this. She'd given me two million dollars in my past life.
"Do well, and I'll give you one more at the end of the year," she scoffed, taking her glass from the table.
I smiled and picked up the steak knife. A control tactic, huh?
I didn't really need the money, so it didn't matter.
I'd bought a lot of bitcoins from people selling their coins—fifty million worth of what they considered a losing asset now.
"I look forward to meeting the family."