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“I want you to use my mouth.”
His lips tilted in the corner. “Say it right, krasavitsa, and I may just indulge you.”
“Fuck my mouth.”
“That’s better.” He rewarded her with a kiss, trailing his tongue over her bottom lip. When she tried to deepen the kiss, he pulled away. “Where did you remove Richardson’s business card from?”
Hoping he’d simply let it go had been wishful thinking. She hesitated, not wanting to aggravate his jealousy. She remembered the scene when he’d caught her dancing with another man only too well.
“Can’t tell me?” He rubbed a thumb over her lips. “Show me.”
“It’s not what—”
“Did I tell you to speak? Show me.”
She placed a hand on the upper curve of her right breast.
“I can’t see clearly, Katherine. Are you showing me your shirt pocket or your underwear? Back there in the study, I could swear you’d slipped your hand into your bra.”
She opened her mouth, but he lifted a finger. “I said, show me. If it’s not the shirt, then take it off.”
The game he was playing made her tremble with need. She unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the floor.
“It’s the underwear then,” he said. “Who slipped the card in there, Katherine?” He was quiet for a moment. “Was it you?”
Biting her lip, she shook her head.
“Show me how he slipped it in.”
Her lips parted. “You can’t be serious.”
“Come on, Katherine, you’re a clever girl. It’s not difficult to understand.”
Sighing, she placed her hand between her breasts, and pushed her fingers under the elastic of her bra.
“Are you sure?” he said, homing in on the action. “It was just like that? A palm on your skin, fingers less than a hairbreadth away from your nipple?” He trailed a path with his finger over the curve. “Like this?”
She shivered.
He outlined the lacy edge of her bra, and slipped two fingers underneath the elastic. “Like this?”
She shook her head. No, it wasn’t like that at all. It wasn’t a caress. It wasn’t hot and searing, melting her on the spot.
“Then maybe like this.” He dipped a hand under the fabric to cup her breast, and flicked his thumb over the hard tip.
She shook her head again.
“No?” His voice was thick with desire, his accent like wine to her senses. “Decide.” He kneaded her breast. “Which was it? Fingers or palm?”
“None,” she said. “It wasn’t like that. He frightened me.”
He pulled his hand from her bra. “Why didn’t you call for me?”
“I didn’t know if he carried a weapon. I was worried about your safety.”
“My safety?” Something like fury flickered in his eyes. “You will never risk yourself like that again. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“If I’d told you at my parents’ house, what would you have done?”
He didn’t hesitate. “I’d have taken him outside and broken his fingers. If he’d as much as brushed his lips against yours, I’d have cut them off. If he’d said one word to insult you, I’d have cut out his tongue.”
The frightening thing was that he wasn’t joking. This part wasn’t a game. She was more than aware of what Lann was capable of. “And you’re wondering why I didn’t say anything?”
Grabbing her face, he dragged her closer for a chaste kiss. “You should’ve said something.”
“I should’ve.” She averted her eyes. “Was it bad not to?”
“Very bad,” he said huskily, playing along. “Take off your clothes.”
She stalled, drawing her hand over his chest.
“It wasn’t a request, Katherine.”
She swallowed. He always knew what she needed. She unclipped the clasp of her bra and let it drop to the floor. She pushed her skirt and her panties over her hips, and kicked the fabric away before toeing off her shoes.
He took a cushion from the couch and threw it on the floor in front of him. “On your knees, krasavitsa.”
Holding his gaze, she knelt on the cushion. He undid the buckle of his belt, and pulled it free from the loops in his waistband. The belt hit the rug with a soft clang.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he said, popping the button on the waistband and pulling down the zipper. “I want you to always remember to who you belong.”
Threading his fingers through her hair, he brushed his cock over her lips. She wanted to wrap her tongue around the head and seduce him slowly so that she could taste every inch of him, but he had a different idea.
“Open,” he said with a gruff voice.
The moment she parted her lips, he speared inside and pumped with fast strokes. She moaned around him, her clit throbbing and swelling with need. He tasted wild. His groans gave her power.
“Look at me,” he said, cupping her head.
She lifted her gaze to his.
“So pretty,” he muttered with a tight jaw before pulling free from her mouth. Taking her elbows, he helped her up, turned her, and bent her over the back of the couch. “Spread your legs for me.”
