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CHAPTER15
ISABEL
The hand on my ass squeezes me hard. Ruslan gives me a warning look, then he dips his chin and shifts forward, touching his mouth to mine. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop. It’s been weeks.”
“Weeks,” I breathe.
He nods his head once. “There hasn’t been anyone else.”
I think about that. Nobody else. There hasn’t been anyone else. “You work at a brothel,” I whisper against his mouth.
He chuckles, lifting his head slightly as his eyes find mine. “I do,” he says with a nod. “But you were here, hurting, healing. I could never. Not like that.”
“But you could?” I ask, arching a brow.
He laughs but doesn’t say anything immediately… or at all. Instead, he reaches down with his other hand, gripping my ass and then picks me up. He carries me away. Toward the bedroom. The place that I’ve quickly made my home, thanks to Zinaida bringing me clothes and toiletries.
Once we’re in the room, he releases me, placing my feet on the floor. I take a step backward, and another, before I reach for the hem of my shirt. Slowly, I peel it off of my body and toss it to the side.
Ruslan makes no move to touch me. I completely undress and then climb onto the bed. He stays frozen in his place, as if he is physically unable to move. I want to entice him, I want him towantme and not be scared of me or of us. Because being with him is the best thing I’ve ever had in my life.
So, instead of just begging him to touch me or reaching out to touch him. I decide to take a different approach. I want to prove to him that I can handle him. That I can handle what we love about one another, because even if he doesn’t tell me, even if he doesn’t say the words, I know how he feels about me.
Lifting my hand, I spread my thighs and show him all of me. His eyes slowly travel down to my center, and I watch as his nostrils flare. Sliding my hand down my torso, I stop just at the top of my pussy.
“Touch yourself,” he demands softly.
Sliding my tongue along my bottom lip, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I slide my fingers through my folds. I start to gently stroke myself, I don’t touch anything in particular, just stroke while he watches.
“I want you to come for me right now,luchik.”
“Why don’t you help me?” I ask, trying to sound as seductive as possible.
I’m breathing heavily, not because I want to, but because him watching me is making me breathless and I’m full of nerves. I want to look sexy to him, I want him to jump on the bed and take me, make me feel as amazing as I know that only he can, but he doesn’t.
“I’m not touching you until you make yourself come. I want to watch.”
There are a million things that I want to say, but I don’t. He is watching me, waiting for me. He’s fully clothed, wearing a sexy suit, and I’m completely naked. Sucking in a deep breath, I dip two fingers inside of my pussy, once, twice, three times before I use them and swirl my clit.
My nipples instantly pucker as goose bumps slide up and down my entire body. I repeat the motion, the three slow pumps in and out before I shift my fingers to my clit and start to stroke myself.
He watches.
Silently.
Motionless.
And it’s sexy as hell, because his eyes are nowhere except my center, watching intensely.
Then, my body takes over. Closing my eyes, my head falls back between my shoulders, and I start to move my hips, lifting them to meet my fingers. Sucking in a breath, I completely let everything go. All the stress, all the worry, and I climb.
My body climbs.
I’m standing on the edge, looking over and ready to fall over. When I do, when I finally tip over and tumble down, I whisper one word. One single word as it completely consumes my entire body.
“Ruslan.”
RUSLAN
