He ground his hips onto her core and tightened his grip both on her neck and her thigh. "They're not going to find out. Like how no one's going to find out about us. Are they?" He growled into her ear.
Courtney rubbed the hand that was around her ne...
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THE EVENT HAD BEEN GOING ON FOR HOURS. THE HALL WAS FILLED WITH THE RICH AND THEIR CHILDREN. GENEVIEVE MONTGOMERY AND MÉLISSANDRE DE BEAUCHAMP SAT SIDE BY SIDE WITH A MARTINI IN HAND.
The Oscar De La Renta beige gown with gold embroidery on the bust and torso graced Genevieve's figure. The design had never been released and the paparazzi flocked to her on the carpet just to snap a picture. Mélissandre's emerald green Ralph Lauren low cut dress was suctioned to her skin, enhancing her curves. Men gawked at her whenever she passed by.
"But, doesn't it make you nervous? You know, to even leave the house?" Genevieve questioned her. Everyone knew that the Beauchamp family were becoming like an endangered species of animals. It was just last week that her Uncle had been found with his throat slashed and it seemed that her Aunt couldn't cope to keep breathing, therefore she decided to end her own life rather than wait for someone to make that decision for her.
"All my family members were at home when they were murdered. Seems like anywhere is safe but home." Mélissandre's family were dropping like flies. It was only a matter of time until she too would be found by investigators.
Genevieve faked a yawn and sighed, "When will this be over? I have a test tomorrow."
"Do you ever get tired of being good? Have you ever done anything bad?" Mélissandre finished her martini and grabbed two more from the waiter.
The blonde pretended to think before replying, "Nope. To both of those."
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(Eight months ago)
COURTNEY'S BACK WAS PRESSED UP AGAINST THE WALL, HER LEGS WERE LOCKED AROUND HIS WAIST. HER SKIN GLISTENED IN THE MOONLIGHT FROM THE LIGHT LAYER OF SWEAT THAT COATED THE BOTH OF THEM.
His fingers were deep inside, moving in and out in a circular motion making Courtney go crazy. She writhed in his arms, "Ivan, please."
Ivan squeezed her neck and entwined their mouths together. The kisses were rough and controlled and the two exchanged moans. Courtney bucked her hips on his fingers, begging for more. "Please don't keep me waiting. Come on, I need it," she released a breathy moan.
He withdrew his fingers and coated his cock in her juices, teasing her and bringing her closer to the edge. Ivan easily slipped inside her and dug his fingers into her ass cheeks. Courtney left open-mouthed kisses in the crook of his neck that would later turn into hickeys.
Ivan moved them to his couch and bent Courtney over. "This is what you wanted and you're going to take it like a good girl," he pounded into her from behind. "How the fuck is your pussy still tight? Business been slow?" Ivan Fedorov wasn't one of her clients.
When she first started he was but now the two would consider themselves distant friends. Ivan only made friends with those who would be uself to him and Courtney only befriended those who would be useful to her. In his case, she was always down for a good fuck. In her case, Mr Fedorov was extremely skilled with computers.
"Business is always booming, how else am I to keep up this lifestyle?" She panted. "Fuck me, Ivan."
Her body rocked back and forth as she ricocheted off of his cock that pistoned in and out of her. Ivan bent over her body to whisper anything but sweet nothings into her ear. "Suck on my fingers," he demanded. "There's a good girl."
He wrapped his arm around her stomach and brought his hand down to her clit in which he teased by only allowing his fingers brush it. At every touch, Courtney's eyes rolled back and she took a sharp intake of breath and begged him for more. Ivan, being the tease that he was, slowed his pace until he came to a halt.
"Ivan, can I cash in my favour?" She turned her head to look up at him.
"If your favour's going to be to ask me to make you cum, I'm going to decline it," he laughed and Courtney felt the deep vibrations travel from his person to her's through his cock. She detached herself from him and pushed him onto the bed so that she was on top.
"It's a good job that I'm not stupid then," her hands traced the tattoos on his pecks. "I need you to trace some money. I'm not sure if it's all from the same person or place but at the moment, I have seven different ones for you to trace. Something tells me that it's not going to be a quick five-minute job."
"Are you underestimating my abilities?" Ivan Fedorov was a great hacker. He was better than great otherwise he wouldn't be working with the Russian Mafia.
"Of course I'm not," she grabbed his cock and sunk down until she was sitting on his base. "I just think that whoever it is will have invested a lot of time in cybersecurity, they clearly don't want to get caught."
Ivan flipped them over and gripped both her hands above her head. "You have all of the accounts?"
"I'm working on getting more, I didn't think that there would be this many. Anyway, can you do it?"
"Is my name Ivan Fedorov?" He scoffed and thrust into her.
"Yes!" Courtney screamed as he hit her G-spot.
"Good, because you're going to be screaming it all night."
