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I meant it as a joke, but her face clouds over. “Dulcie got me a kitten for my tenth birthday,” she says, her voice steeped in sadness. “I adored that little guy, but when my father realized how much joy my cat brought me, he got rid of him. I came home from school one day and he was gone.” She glares at me. “As soon as I start to believe in something, it goes up in smoke, This marriage is no different.”
“You’re wrong.” I take a step toward her. “There are expectations you and I have to—”
“Oh, just stop.” She reclines on her elbows and fixes her gaze on me. “We’re going to be husband and wife, yet Vlad made you take a vow of chastity. Do you want me to take a lover? Is that the plan?”
I clench my fists at my sides. “That will not fucking happen, and if anyone did pull their dick out in your presence, I would ensure you could keep it forever. In a box.”
Lilyana gives me a thin smile. “Way to go, Mr. Possessive. After what you did this afternoon, you’ve got the nerve to act like I’m some bastion of purity? Your hands are just as dirty as anyone else’s, if not worse.”
“Lilyana.” I lower my voice, and to my surprise, she sits up straight, fully attentive. She is kinda like a pet, but not in the way she thinks. “You’ve had too much champagne, and I’m going to bed. If you’re bitchy because you’re horny, deal with it yourself.”
That’s a blatant provocation. Unwise.
“I can’t,” she says, her voice almost a whisper. “And I’m going to be trapped in a marriage with a man who is too loyal to my brother to have sex with me and too jealous to let me fuck someone else.”
“Watch your mouth,” I warn her. “I hate to hear your beautiful voice tainted with profanity. And what do you mean you can’t?”
“Hypocrite,” she replies. “I mean, I can’t...deal with it myself, as you put it.”
“You mean you’ve never—”
“No.” She shakes her head, her bravado fading. “Not even once. I never dared buy a toy, either.”
In all my fantasies about about Lilyana, I never considered this scenario. It never occurred to me that I could be responsible for her first orgasm. Just the thought of it has my cock stiffening.
“That sounds like Hell,” I say. “I’d go insane.” Should I tell her this? Fuck it. “I think of you, and that’s all I need to get there.”
She’s too intrigued to censor herself. “You jerk off while thinking of me?”
“Every damn time.” I adjust my erection beneath my clothing, and her mouth falls open. “You’re my angel, but you drive me fucking crazy. You want to come, don’t you?”
She nods, her cheeks flushed. “I feel so dumb. But I just can’t do it, and I need to. I tried again after you left this afternoon, but it felt like something was missing.”
That something was me—my cock, my tongue, my fingers, my lips. This woman will experience more orgasms than she ever thought possible, and I’ll own each and every one.
I sit on the floor across from her and lean against the couch. Her eyes are wide with anticipation as I slide my foot between her legs.
“Show me,” I say. “Don’t be shy, baby girl.”
Lilyana spreads her legs, pressing the soles of her feet together. She’s wearing cream lace panties and, to my delight, matching thigh-high stockings. The fabric outlines her pussy lips, and the sight hypnotizes me.
“I’m going to help you come, Lili,” I murmur, getting on my knees and reaching for her. “Remove your panties and show me what you do.”
“I’m embarrassed,” she whispers. “What if something’s wrong with me?”
I guide her underwear down her thighs and discard them. The delicate fabric of the thigh-highs frames her rosy pussy. She’s a soft shade of pink, with her inner lips a deeper color and her sweet clit peeking out coyly from between her folds.
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” I murmur, spellbound. “You’re perfect in every way, baby. Completely and utterly perfect, like I knew you would be.”
Emboldened, she raises her head, meeting my eyes, and I smile. “You’ve made me come countless times without touching me,” I say, my voice low. “Let’s see if I can do the same for you.”
18
Lilyana
“Touch yourself for me,” Arman whispers.
Should I go through with this? It didn’t cross my mind at the restaurant, but I deliberately didn’t eat much so the champagne would lower my inhibitions. I wanted to break through my anxiety and make something happen, even if I ended up regretting it.
