Page 22 of Then We Shatter

My jaw drops. I’ve known Shelley for years and I can’t believe she’d snitch on me. I won’t lie. I’m wounded. What the hell…?

“She was a little too eager to separate me from Danyl and Andrey,” Katarina explains. “So I put a knife to her throat as soon as we were alone.”

“And she squealed on me?” I’m still pissed off.

“She didn’t give me a name. She just asked if I knew a man idiot enough to buy a salon just to see his woman,” she replies. “Do you honestly think I’m your woman, Shorty?”

I pull down my zipper. “You are my woman.”

Katarina waggles her left hand. I’d been trying not to look at the huge fucking diamond on her third finger.

“Does he touch you?” I have no quarrel with Duke, but if he’s taking advantage of the situation…

“Not if he can help it. We keep our interactions to a minimum. The man has a face that would crack if he tried to smile. He’s no fun.”

“I can give you fun,” I promise as I push my pants and boxers down to my thighs. “I can give you everything you need.” My balls tighten as I wrap a fist around my cock. “I will give you everything you need.”

“Then let me see what you have to offer.”

I glance at the remote clipped to the side of the massage table, but no adjustment will avoid the limbo dance I’d be doing to get close to her mouth. Instead, I press my hips to the edge of the mattress, holding my cock beneath it. This should not be such a turn on, but there’s a pulsing heat growing in my tight grip.

“Closer,” she rasps.

I’m plenty big enough to reach beneath the table, but the angle’s wrong. I dip my hips and as I aim upwards, she hums.

“Good boy.”

Something soft tickles the tip of my cock. “Fuck,” I hiss as her tongue laps up beads of precum.

When her lips wrap around my crown, I grip the back of her head. My back arches and I offer her more. She takes an inch, no more, and sucks. It’s torturous that she can’t take more of me, and my growing need has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

My fingers tangle in her silken locks as I grip her harder. I’m torn between pushing her towards my cock, knowing we’ll never get close enough in this position, or pulling her away and breaking free of those beautiful lips. “I need your mouth.”

Katarina circles her tongue around my crown one more time before releasing me. I grunt as I step back and she finally lifts her head. Her long hair fans over her face and when she sweeps it away, she reveals plump lips smeared with red lipstick, lips that spread wide as she bursts out laughing.

“What the hell is that thing?”

Thankfully she’s looking at my head and not my cock. I beam a smile at her as I tug on my newly-acquired blond locks. “Like what you see?”

She scowls. “I’m not fucking you with that on your head.”

We stare at each other, neither of us moving, not a single breath between us. The implication is clear. We’re fucking.

“Take the wig off,” Katarina demands, rising up on her elbows, her back bowing.

Patrick flies across the room and I grab the massage table’s remote as she shimmies on her stomach to the very end, her hardened nipples trailing a path to the edge of the mattress. She’s not on her hands and knees, but still, she’s crawling to me.

Holding the base of my shaft, I lower the table until Katarina’s mouth is perfectly aligned with my cock. There are impressions of her red lips around the tip, already marking it as hers. “Ready to try this again, lovely?”

Her gaze flicks up, her eyes blown so wide they’re black. “Use me,” she says, opening her mouth and flattening her tongue.

There’s a minor eruption at my core sending shockwaves through my body that makes my knees go weak. This woman. My woman.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I whisper hoarsely, my Adam’s apple bobbing as I use her tongue to guide my cock into her mouth.

We hold each other’s gaze as she relaxes her jaw and I push deeper. And deeper. Her scarlet lips stretch tight as she accommodates my girth, but I only feed her an inch at a time.

I comb my fingers through her mussed-up hair. “Think you can take more?” I ask. I’m just over half way in.