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Intrigued, I try to read his smug expression. Arsen relishes in his schemes, even when they involve a romantic date, instead of the downfall of his enemies. I don’t have time to untangle his new web of deceit. The stage is calling my name.
Gripping the banister around the balcony, I lean over it. Below, beyond the hundreds of seats, is the half-circle of the Capitol Theater’s stage. Massive red curtains drape on either side, mostly shut, but I can see a hint of what’s beyond. The flooring is polished like a stone left for eons in the ocean waves. It’s more beautiful than I ever dreamed.
“This is amazing, Arsen,” I say softly. A delighted laugh leaves me; I spin, looking at him with elation. “Thank you so much for this.”
He sinks lower in his seat with a pleased chuckle. “Here, take a look.” I accept the program he holds out and sit down beside him to read it. The list of names performing tonight is printed in bold gold ink. I do a double take when I see a name, and I reread it just to make sure that I’m not dreaming.
“No,” I gasp. My eyes bulge as I hit Arsen in the shoulder with the program. “No way! No! Astana Bukharova? She’s performing tonight?”
“Ulyana told me she was your favorite.” Arsen holds up his hands to defend himself from my pathetic attack, laughing all the while. “When I saw she’d be in town for this, I snapped up the tickets right away.”
“This is beyond anything I could have dreamed up.”
The way he looks at me scintillates me to my core. I try to control my pulse, but it’s going haywire. I’ve never had someone gift me with something as immense as this. To think that Arsen, of all people, could be so generous … I’m having trouble remembering that I’m supposed to loathe him.
The lights go down suddenly. Holding my breath, I work to keep myself from wriggling. I’m alight with adrenaline. Then the show begins, and when I see Astana pirouetting across the stage, my energy peaks.
Arsen leans his body against mine. I can barely see him in the darkness. But I can feel him; his warmth, his breath as it pulls in and pushes out. Gently, he drags his fingertips over my left thigh, the one closest to him. The fabric of the dress is all that separates us.
He brushes it aside. The air lifts goose bumps on my skin as he traces lightly. Arsen follows the outline of my kneecap. Reaching higher, he nudges my thigh, spreading me open. He does it without asking … handling me with the confidence of a man who doesn’t expect to be denied.
If I’d considered turning him down, the thought evaporates under the rush of relentless arousal that makes my muscles clench. I’ve found him attractive since the beginning, even though that fact enraged me in our first encounters.
Now, his innate chemistry is impossible to shrug off.
You don’t have to pretend like you don’t like this. It’s okay to have a little fun. It doesn’t mean anything. Plus, I’m still obsessing about the single kiss we shared. If the touch of his lips left me drenched with lust, what will his fingers do?
I shiver in anticipation as I push my heels into the floor. He presses closer, his jaw scraping my temple. “Keep watching the show,” he whispers thickly.
Without arguing, I obey his words, chewing my bottom lip as I try to watch the dancers. Arsen’s fingers draw closer to the nexus of my thighs. I crush the arms of my chair as my breath stops in my throat. He’s so close … almost too close. My pussy starts throbbing in anticipation of his touch. But he draws out his torturous touch on purpose. He wants me to beg.
Well, I’m not going to give in.
I bite my lips and hold my breath until the edges of my vision start pulsing in time with the music. I can feel slickness coating my lips, but I’m resolved to stay still.
Both of us know that whoever moves next loses.
Our eyes lock, and I can see that his are laced with need. I catch a reflection of myself in his eyes. The flush on my face is visible even in the dim light. But when the smile curls up on his lips, I know that he’s about to win.
Two of his thick fingers glide over the front of my panties. No longer able to hold back, I let out a tiny gasp.
“Shh,” he scolds me, his voice thick like honey against my ear. “Be quiet, we’re at the theater.”
Arsen moves his fingers up and down, both of us feeling my saturated panties. I shift from side to side and start panting under my breath. The dancers are nothing but blurry dots of color now. I’m too caught up in what he’s doing to my body to pay attention.
Hooking the wet cloth aside, he strokes his thumb over my slit. I twitch in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. Patiently, he begins pushing a single thick finger into my pussy—inch by delicious inch, until the first knuckle slides past my swollen lips. I’m writhing in my seat, sweating from the ordeal as he buries himself deeper.
Then the finger starts to move, and before I can react, his other hand rises to cup my chin, turning me toward him for a kiss. Our tongues roll together while he pumps his finger faster. Small whimpers bubble up from my throat as he deepens the kiss. The heat is beyond me, my muscles squeezing him as my orgasm rushes to the center.
Suddenly his finger is gone. The abrupt sensation of being empty elicits a whine from me.
“No!” I beg. “Please, more!”
“More?” he repeats.
My eyes fly open, and I find him on top of me. I see nothing but his egotistical smirk of victory. Arsen slips from his chair, blocking my view of the stage for a moment. His powerful hands rest on my knees, and his handsome face dips until he’s kneeling at my feet. With effortless ease, he hikes my dress up until my hips are exposed and then slides his hands until he’s gripping my knees.
“I don’t want you to be disappointed by our date.” He spreads my legs far apart to wedge himself inside, and the heat tumbles down from his body in waves. “And since you asked so nicely …”
