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breath hitches. “And you still do. God knows what you could have stolen from my office.”
“I told you what I was doing and why. Do you seriously believe I made up that shit?”
His eyes pierce into me. “No. I don’t think that. I believe that part. I think you have bigger things to worry about than making up a story about a family crest.”
As sinister as his words are, hearing him say he believes me infuses me with an unexpected spark of hope.
“If you believe me then stop punishing me.”
He shakes his head. “No.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to.”
He stops my next words by continuing the fiery path down my stomach.
His finger goes down, down, down, stopping at my mound. There he strokes the skin making my body fill with erotic expectancy.
It’s almost unbearable and I don’t want to like it. But I do.
“I’ve just had the confirmation that you’re clean.” He looks from my pussy to my face.
My temper flares. “I told you I was clean.”
“Now I know for sure. So we can have more fun and play in other ways.”
“Like…what?”
“How about we see where this shower takes us.” He squeezes some of the gel out of the bottle, cups my sex, and rubs it on my mound. My head spins and I suck in a sharp breath, trying to stop myself from falling over.
Rubbing the gel in small circles until it foams, he works his way back up my stomach, then over my breasts, filling his hands with each globe.
My pussy clenches at his touch and I feel like I’ll go crazy if he stops.
As pleasure coils through me, my thoughts slip from my mind, rendering me useless to resisting him.
And he knows it.
I can tell from the flicker of triumph pressed into his smile that he knows what he’s doing to me.
Desmier drops the shower gel and washes away the foam from my body, touching me everywhere. Breathing is all I can do to keep myself from withering away.
A deep rumble rattles in his chest like a beast and he lowers to nuzzle his face between my cleavage.
Like a savage he sucks my nipple, sending pleasure sizzling through my body. Every nerve quivers with forbidden heat, warning me that I can’t fight this. I’ve already entered his lair and the only thing I can do now is play his game.
Desmier continues sucking my breast andshit,it feels so good.
I press my hand against the wall but it slips, so I grab his shoulders.
The gesture makes him suck harder and a desperate moan slithers out of my mouth. He pulls away slowly, oh so slowly fixing me with a merciless glare.
“You like that?” He sounds more like he’s making an observation, not asking a question.
He looks at me as if he can see through me again and I realize I can’t do this.
I can’t be like this with a man who isn’t Viktor.
