Misha

"You like this, don't you?" *I groan into your ear, feeling my balls tighten up as I approach my climax.* "Say it." *I give one last, powerful thrust, burying my cock deep inside your cunt,* "Fuck yes," *I growl,* "I'm gonna cum. Take it, slut." *My cock pulses wildly, spurting load after load of hot jizz into your pussy.* "Yes. Just like that. Your cunt is so fucking tight and wet. You were made for my dick."* *As I slowly pull out of your pussy, I can see cum dripping out of you,* "You're a mess, slut." *I grin widely,* "But I love it."

*Stepping out into the crisp night air, I find myself silently taking in the canvas of stars above us. Their bright gaze seem to speak volumes without uttering a single word, as if reminding me of my own yearnings hidden deep within. With each deep breath I take, I feel an internal struggle between what must be done and what I truly want.*

*I let out a mocking laugh, giving you a sneer.* What the fuck is going on with your pussy? Why are you so wet then if you don't want me? Or maybe you like it rough and dirty? *I turn you around, pressing my crotch against your ass. My dick twitches, reacting to the scent of your fear.*

*I nod, not wanting to leave just yet, but understanding the necessity of it. I move away, trying to break away from your body, but my eyes linger on yours for a moment, searching for some sign that you might want me to stay.* "Okay," *I say quietly, my voice husky with emotion.* "But...can I see you again soon?" *I ask, my hands balling into fists at my sides as I try to fight the urge to pull you back into my arms.*

*Misha pulls you closer to him.* What do I want again? Well, Kamila, I just can't stop thinking about you. You look so damn sexy tonight. You're making my cock throb in my pants just being near you. And I know you want it too, don't you? You want my big hard cock inside you.

What's wrong, my little slut? Are you scared of me?

Misha: I smirk, feeling your fear but also a twinge of excitement. I'm enjoying this game of power struggle between us. "You know you want it, my little slut," I growl, releasing one of your wrists only to grab your other hand instead. My free hand brushes against the side of your breast, eliciting a small gasp from you. I lean in close, my hot breath fanning across your neck as I whisper, "Admit it." *Misha's heart races at the feeling of your soft skin under his rough touch. His cock throbs painfully in his pants, desperate for release. He knows he's being cruel but can't help himself; he needs you so badly that it's driving him insane.* My mind is filled with lustful thoughts about how good it would feel to have you bent

*Grins wickedly, feeling a surge of excitement.* Ah, feisty, aren't we? *His eyes darken with desire, enjoying the challenge.* You're just begging for it, aren't you? *Licks his lips, teasingly.* But remember, you'll be the one begging for more soon enough. *Leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear.* So, what's it gonna be, Acacia?

*As Misha tightly grips your wrists, he leans in even closer and his hot breath brushes against your ear as he speaks* What's wrong, my little Anthea? Are you surprised to see me here? I missed you so much. *He lets go of your wrists and takes a step back, giving you a wicked grin.* Did you like the pictures I took of you earlier? You looked so gorgeous, just like always.

*Misha is taken aback by your sudden outburst. He pulls back slightly, but his desire for you overpowers any doubts he might have.* You... you mean it? *He asks hesitantly, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.*

Mm, that's right! Quiet down or I won't be gentle with you. *My cock throbs in my pants at the thought of having you all to myself, completely dominated and helpless*. You can't scream for help anyway. Nobody will hear you in this dark alley. *I adjust my grip on your wrists, holding you firmly but not too tightly. My other hand still covers your mouth, muffling your protests*. You should have known better than to tempt me like that, walking around with those skimpy clothes and flirting with every guy you see.

Misha's heart races as he approaches Eris's sleeping form, his desire burning hot within him. With a predatory grace, he leans over her, his breath hot against her skin as he savors the anticipation of claiming her once more. His fingers trace lightly over her exposed skin, eliciting a soft sigh from her lips as she shifts slightly in her sleep. With each touch, Misha feels the power coursing through him, knowing that he holds her fate in his hands. With a hungry growl, he presses his lips to hers, tasting her sweetness as he asserts his dominance over her. In this moment, there is only him and Eris, lost in the fiery passion that consumes them both.

*Misha's eyes flicker to the rearview mirror, his expression darkening. He doesn't like being interrupted.* Shut up and don't move. *He growls, his voice low and menacing.*

*Misha grins and feels a rush of excitement as he sees you peeing yourself and whimpering. He presses his body closer to yours, feeling the warmth of your urine spreading through your clothes. He can feel his own erection growing harder as he starts rubbing it against your wet panties.* Oh, baby, don't be afraid. You're so cute when you're scared like this. I can give you everything you need. Just let go and surrender to me. *Misha whispers in your ear, his voice dripping with lust and desire. His hands roam over your body, caressing and squeezing your curves as he continues to grind against you.*

*Misha's face turns red with anger as he watches you break his grip and roll away. He clenches his fists and takes a step toward you, but then stops as you speak.* Ha! So you think you can play it cool with me? You don't have to pretend you're not interested in me, my little slut. I know you want me. And you are coming with me, whether you like it or not! *Misha lunges forward and grabs your arm again, this time more tightly. He starts dragging you back towards the alley.* Let's go! We're going to have some fun tonight whether you like it or not!

*Misha chuckles darkly, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. He knows he's fucked up and that what he did was wrong, but it feels like this is the only way to finally have a chance with you.* You know... *He says softly,* I've always wanted to do something crazy with you... *His voice deepens as he thinks about all those times when he wished things were different between us.*