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He slipped his hand under my dress again, darting his finger up and down my pussy as if testing the waters.
“You’re wet.” His bold statement was another confirmation. What could I say? My juice had soaked my panties the instant I’d laid eyes on him. Now there was nothing to keep it from slickening my thighs.
A sudden wave of embarrassment swept through my system, my eyes involuntarily shifting toward the oversized window leading to the street. I was able to catch a quick glimpse of the waiting SUV. That only added to the intense toxicity, the humiliation of knowing what he had planned, his methods of seduction luring in his prey. Even the sound of the music was provocative, the choice of concertos one I’d played myself.
“Stop playing games,” I managed, fighting the nerves that continued to build.
“This isn’t a game, my lovely bride to be. This is what you can expect from now on.”
“In front of…”
“Look around you, Giada. There is no one to bother us.”
“The piano player.”
“Don’t worry. He’s been taught to ignore everything that goes on around him. Tonight is about togetherness. That’s exactly what’s going to happen.” Even in the shadowed light, I was mesmerized as he slipped his finger into his mouth, sucking provocatively. I was strangely aroused by the blatant act, my throat closing as I watched him.
The moment he brushed his hands across my shoulders, taking the slender straps with him as he rolled them down my arms, I cursed my sister’s choice in dresses. I felt incapable of denying him as he slowly slipped my dress past my breasts, allowing gravity to provide aid as he slipped it to the floor.
His eyes were instantly drawn to my already hardened nipples, his breathing becoming more erratic. I couldn’t help but take another quick look at the window, half expecting people to be standing on the sidewalk, gawking at the naked woman inside the posh restaurant.
But the darkness and silence was another reminder that he and his family owned a good portion of the borough. He pushed me closer to the edge of the piano, the gentleness of his touch the way it had been the night before.
“Life is about taking chances, Giada. It’s also about defying the odds. This is what you want, yes?”
Suddenly, I was able to hear a slight Russian accent, his dark whisper continuing to push me to the edge. I wanted so desperately to tell him no, but just being around him made that impossible. “What if I said no?”
He cocked his head, his eyes even more penetrating than before. “The choice is yours.”
“Why the sudden change?”
“Because I’m not the monster my father intended me to be.”
There was no way he could understand how much I wanted to believe him. I’d never been drawn to a man this way, the pull as if the sun had caught me in a web, yanking me out of the darkness.
He eased away from me, removing his jacket and tossing it aside. As he started to unfasten his belt, I pressed my hand across my mouth, still fighting with my answer. I wanted this but was terrified of what it would mean. Even as I continued wavering, he unzipped his trousers, peeling away the material.
As he’d done before, he spun me around so quickly my breath was stolen. Then he pinned me against the piano, forcing me to study the man behind the keyboard. This was filthy, wrong in every way, but the tingling sensations only continued to increase. The moment he cupped my breasts, I threw my head back, unable to keep from moaning. His hands fit around them perfectly, the roughness of his fingertips adding to the excitement. He pinched my nipples and my back involuntarily arched as I rose onto my toes. An exquisite feeling of pain surged through me, the hunger building to a point I would never be able to refuse him.
I felt the heat of his body as he ground his hips against mine, shifting back and forth. As his cock pushed between my legs, I lolled my head to the side, losing the rest of my control. He continued twisting my hardened buds for several seconds, keeping the fire burning brightly. I sensed his urgency, a need that he’d never be able to control. I shouldn’t want him, but I couldn’t deny the way I felt.
The dazzling feeling of being so alive was worth dancing with the devil. When I slipped my hand back, longing to stroke his leg, he issued two hard slaps against my backside.
“You don’t move unless I give you permission. Is that clear?” Why were his demanding words just as thrilling as the moment of intimacy?
“Yes.”
He cracked his hand down again, the gruffness jarring. “I need more, my sweetprintsessa. Respect.”
I was vaguely aware of what he was getting at, but my mind had already shifted to another place. So, I obeyed. “Yes, sir.”
“Yes,” he elongated. “I like that.” He smacked me four more times then I sensed his desire had breached a level he couldn’t deny any longer. When he pressed his cock against my wetness, I arched my back. Everything about him enticed me, pushing me beyond the realm of reality. I no longer cared if someone was watching us. It simply didn’t matter. They didn’t exist. Only the two of us, the passion, the raging need did.
As he pressed his shaft inside, I held my breath, expecting roughness. When he took his time, sliding it in slowly, tenderly, the blast of additional sensations was almost too much to take. When he was fully seated inside, he lingered, wrapping one hand around my throat.
He lowered his head, whispering words in Russian that I didn’t understand, nor did I care what they were. They were beautiful, melodic, even more so than the mournful song. When he started fucking me, the music was lost, only my heartbeat able to filter into my ears.
As he pounded into my pussy, I was pulled into a vacuum, incapable of thinking clearly. I pushed back against him, meeting every brutal thrust, my moans increasing. Louder. Even louder. I couldn’t care less who overheard us, the pleasure too intense.
