Page 10
Instead, I chase the small approving sound he makes, and for once in my life I’m not the joke, not the girl left behind—I’m the reason a powerful man is coming apart in the dark.
The car rolls to a stop. Yuri says nothing at all, as though he heard every second of it, and my cheeks catch fire.
Lev finishes then, filling my mouth while my jaw throbs.
I barely remember being carried up to the penthouse. I remember only the slick heat between my thighs. The lock clicks shut, and he pins me against the door.
I’m strung so far past shame that I no longer recognize the woman making these sounds.
Floor to ceiling windows. Persian rugs underfoot. A crystal chandelier hanging over all of it. The place drips money from every surface.
He cages me in. “Look at me.”
His ragged breathing sends my heart racing, and I feel as though I’m floating somewhere underwater. His lips travel from my ear to my mouth while his hands map every curve I own. He hooks my panties aside and presses against my clit.
A cry tears out of me at the sudden jolt. I don’t understand how one touch makes me this sensitive.
Every nerve I own has quietly relocated to one place, and he’s found it in seconds.
“So fucking wet already, moya devochka,” he says, lingering at my entrance.
“That’s all because of you,” I pant.
He rubs along my slit until I arch off the door. Then he lifts his knuckle to my lips and makes me taste myself. The salt of it spreads across my tongue, and I suck his fingers while the ache inside me climbs higher.
He unbuttons his shirt and bares his torso. His shoulders and chest are broad and heavily built, hard lines shifting under his skin with every motion. Beneath the black ink I catch tattoos layered over old scars of every size.
He peels off my dress, my bra, and my thong, and leaves me completely naked. Shame swallows me whole. He steps back and drinks me in with his gaze.
“These curves were made for my hands,” he says. “I could look at you forever.” His eyes burn, dark and possessive.
I bite my lip under the pin of that stare, and my nipples harden to points. A strange, warm pleasure blooms in me. I like being looked at as though I already belong to him. That heavy possessiveness thrills me far more than it should.
He palms my breasts and squeezes. “I should’ve had you hours ago. I’ll make my name the only word left in your mouth.”
That is exactly what I want too. “Then fuck me now,” I beg him.
He scoops me up as though I weigh nothing. Every person in my life once told me I was too heavy, and he carries me like a stray feather.
For once my body is not something to shrink out of—it’s something he wants his hands full of.
He sets me into a deep tub, and warm steam loosens every knot in my body. He strips off the last of his clothes, and his arousal stands at full attention again. Somehow, he looks even bigger upright.
I wonder, nervous, whether he will even fit inside me. I’m afraid he’ll split me open. I wonder if he will be able to tell what I am, and whether he would stop if he could.
He steps into the oversized tub and settles behind me. My back meets his chest. His hard length rides against the small of my back.
His hands rove until they command every sensitive place on me, and then he cups my pussy. I moan, and he clamps a palm over my mouth. “Hold it in for me.”
His fingers slide inside and thrust, stirring little whirlpools through the water. Every stroke has me pressing back for more. He speeds up until the tension in my belly nearly suffocates me, then pulls his hand away right at the edge.
“Don’t hide from me. Let me hear you,” he says, and he curls back into a spot that makes my belly clench and spasm.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp. “God, you feel so fucking good.”
White light bursts across my vision from his fingers alone. I cannot believe my own body answers him like this.
“That was only the beginning,” he says, and lifts me dripping from the water.
