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Sasha shakes Arman’s hand. “Congratulations, brat. This has been an uncharacteristically civilized affair. What now?”
I study Arman’s profile, the flickering candlelight catching his scar, and I realize there are a million things I want to ask him. Who is this man who says he loves me? What makes him tick?
I speak up, answering Sasha’s question. “We’re going home. His home.”
“Ours,” Arman adds.
Vlad appears at my side. He stares at Arman for a long moment, and Arman returns his look with a steady gaze of his own.
“Tonight’s the night,” Vlad says to him. “Just don’t hurt her, okay?”
“On my honor,” Arman replies.
30
Lilyana
We’re barely through the door before Arman swoops me into his arms, placing me on the kitchen counter. He slides the satin skirt of my dress up my thighs so he can part my legs, pressing his heat between them.
“I gotta know,” he says, kissing the hollow of my throat, “Are you on birth control?”
Oh my God. I never gave it a thought. How irresponsible is that?
“I’m not,” I say. Arman pulls away, and I bite my lip in embarrassment. “I should be, but I—”
“That’s what I hoped, tsvetok.”
Arman snarls and tugs at my hair, sending pins skittering to the floor. He winds his hands through my locks, tugging my head back and exposing my tender neck to his mouth. He bites the tendon, and I cry out in shock.
“I am gonna pump you full of my come every single day, Lilyana. The thought makes me feral.” He grinds his cock against me, and I feel a rush of warmth as my pussy responds. “I love the idea of you, so pretty and sweet but sullied by me.”
Is he gonna fuck me right here, just like that? I’m scared, but my body has lost the plot, and my fear is scorched away to nothing by a white-hot inferno of lust. I’ve wanted him for so long, and now it’s gonna happen.
Arman reaches behind me and finds my zipper, sliding it down. He pulls the dress over my body and tosses it across the room, leaving me clad in only my jewelry, ivory shoes, and the other thing. The surprise.
Arman’s mouth drops open, and I close my legs, feeling suddenly foolish. He holds my knees, pulling them apart, and stares.
“You dirty girl,” he murmurs, awestruck. “What a pretty view. You been wearing those all day?”
The French knickers are comfortable and look demure enough, but the split in the crotch provides easy access. In a moment of devilment, I bought them, thinking it’d be fun to tease Arman, and Heidi dared me to wear them today. In all the drama of the day, I forgot all about them.
“I wish I hadn’t put them on,” I say. “Do they look stupid?”
“Are you crazy?” Arman strokes his fingertip between my folds, and I gasp. “You’re beautiful. All I wanna do is bury my cock in you, but we have all the time in the world—wait.” He turns away and picks up our cell phones from the table. I laugh as he switches them off. “I’m taking no fucking chances, not this time. Now, stand up.”
I slide to my feet, and Arman looks me up and down.
“I'm going to teach you how to please me, Lilyana,” he says. “You're mine now. You will never give your body to any other man, and I'm gonna make every inch of you ache for me and me alone.” He unbuckles his belt, reaching for his swollen cock. “Do you want to give me pleasure, baby girl? You want to make your husband happy?”
I can't take my eyes off his dick. It's so thick and hard, straining at the fabric of his boxer shorts. I lick my lips.
“I have my answer,” he says. He places his hands on both my shoulders and pushes me to my knees. “I want your mouth around me.”
He frees his erection, and there it is, in my face, looking even bigger up close. Heat emanates from him, the tip shiny and slick, moisture leaking from the tiny opening. It looks good enough to eat.
“Have a taste, tsvetok.” Arman grasps his cock at the base. “Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue. I won’t shove it down your throat just yet, I promise.”
I do as I’m bid, and he sighs as he slides the hot bulk of his swollen head over my tongue. He tastes clean and somewhat salty, and I enjoy the feeling as his cock crowds my mouth, putting pressure on my soft palate.
