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Varushka gasped, but it went no farther than Kon’s ears. “That isn’t anything like spankings I’ve seen. He’s not treating her like a child at all.” Her voice was breathy and made his cock strain to get at her. “Tell me more. What else would he say?”
“‘If you weren’t a bad girl, I wouldn’t have to do this.’”
She wriggled forward until his hand was more than halfway up her thigh. “Uh-huh?”
“And if you’re a good girl for me, you get orgasms.” He imagined he could already feel the warmth from her pussy on his fingertips.
“What about me? Am I . . . a good girl, Sir?” she asked in a throaty whisper, her eyes more seductive than any innocent girl’s had a right to be.
“Very.” Could he tell what panties she was wearing, just by touching them? Was she wearing panties at all? He cleared his throat and pulled his hand back from its assent. “We’ll talk about this later, little bird. Right now we both need to calm down.”
Varushka’s ragged and frustrated mewl still echoed in his ears hours later.
He was a gentleman. He wouldn’t take her virginity in the back of his car.
Damn it.
Chapter Five
Konstantin turned the air conditioner on in the car as they drove down the highway back toward his house, but it didn’t cool her down. Something stirred in Varushka that was so intense it scared her. What was happening? Was the wetness between her legs a result of being in America, or maybe jet lag? She refused to believe it was from the depraved things she’d seen at the club. Impossible. Those things weren’t . . . natural. Maybe they were okay for Everly and Kate, but not for a girl like Varushka.
She shuddered as she thought of the dark words Konstantin had murmured in her ear at the club, and how much she’d wanted him to give her an orgasm right there, even though they’d been surrounded by strangers.
For her entire life she’d thought of herself as a good girl, but maybe she wasn’t good at all. Behaving herself was hard when Konstantin showed her so many wicked things that made her ache with need.
How far down the path of temptation would he lead her? She would have to be vigilant.
Still, she couldn’t seem to talk herself out of placing her hand between her legs to relieve the ache. Just a little.
A dark chuckle came from the driver’s seat. Cheeks burning, she yanked her hand back. She’d almost forgotten he was there!
Where is your sense, Varushka?
“Keep going,” he ordered.
Shocked, she looked at him. “I . . . I wasn’t.”
“Don’t lie to me. You were about to touch yourself.”
She clamped her mouth shut, then turned toward the window to avoid his gaze. There must be something wrong with her. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t how her mama and papa raised her. God, how she missed home. The familiarity, everything in its rightful place. No wicked, seductive men to persuade her to do naughty things.
“What’s turning you on, Varushka?” he asked, softly.
When she didn’t answer, he smiled kindly. “Tell me.”
Her hands trembled but she couldn’t make herself speak.
He seemed to sense that and put his big hand over hers. It calmed her, made her feel protected again. “You don’t need to be embarrassed,” he said. “It pleases me when you tell me what you like. It’s important for a man to know what his woman likes.”
She swallowed hard. She wanted to please him, and she wanted him to like her. Maybe Americans were used to speaking openly about such things. If she wanted to be American, she had to learn their ways.
“Um. I don’t know.”
He moved his hand from on top of hers and slid it up her thigh. Her eyes widened as she watched. More heat found its way between her legs. She squirmed in the seat, unable to help herself. His hand inched higher, then slipped under her skirt.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice ragged.
“You know what made you wet, little girl,” he purred. “Something at the club. You can tell me.”
