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Shock and desire have her completely at my mercy. Taking my time now, I lower my hand once more and get my fingers inside her panties, zeroing in on her clit and rubbing her in firm circles.
Zenya’s gripping my lapels with both hands and she walks her feet open and arches her back. Her lips are as wet as her pussy is, and each pant she makes is a tiny kiss against my own mouth. I could do so many things to her while she’s in this state.
I lift my finger to her lips. “Now you suck.”
She opens her mouth and I slide my finger past her lips, up to my second knuckle.
“Good girl,” I murmur huskily, entranced by the sight of her lips wrapped around me. The sensation of her soft tongue and the suction of her mouth. Her eyelashes flutter as I praise her. “You’re so beautiful when you’re horny. I love seeing this side of you.”
I’m teaching her that being wet and panting for me is a good thing.
No shame.
Only pleasure.
“You’re the woman I need. Beautiful. Strong. Clever. Melting to the touch. We can have anything we want, Zenya.”
A sound at the other end of the hall makes her jump, and she snaps out of her trance and realizes she’s sucking on my finger that’s covered in her wetness.
Zenya yanks my finger from her lips and pushes against me. “Please, let me go.”
“I don’t want anything in return. Just let me watch your beautiful face as you come.”
“Uncle Kristian,please.” Confusion is filling her blue eyes.
Reluctantly, I loosen my hold and she steps back from me so fast that she stumbles.
We stare at each other in silence, her panting with shock and me with my shoulders resting against the wall, my hands in my pockets, and a glower on my face.
“Why did you do that?” Zenya tugs on the hem of her dress as if she can make it cover more of her heavenly thighs. Knowing she’s so wet and swollen for me with just a scrap of lace in the way is making me crazy.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
She seems to be struggling to find a reason as her jaw works. “I’m your niece. That’s all I’ll ever be. If you think I can be anything else for you, you’re insane.”
I throw a challenging look at her. “Who do you want to walk down the aisle toward on your wedding day? Someone who only wants you for your money and power, or a man who’s always loved you?”
She stares at me in shock.
Yes,alwaysloved her, in one way or another.
Zenya turns and hurries downstairs, disappearing from my sight.
I groan and knock my head against the wall, staring at the ceiling. I can’t give Zenya up. I won’t.
Seeing her with another man will make me commit murder. If I ever see a man touching her, I’ll rip his guts out of his belly with my bare hands.
After a moment, I take a breath and calm my frustration, and follow her. This is a marathon, I remind myself, not a sprint. I can’t undo sixteen years of Zenya adoring me as her uncle and two years of pain and loneliness in just one day. I’ve shown her how much her body responds to my touch, so I’ll allow that to soak in for a day or two and then renew my pursuit.
As I emerge into the club downstairs, the first thing I see is Zenya.
In another man’s arms.
The world turns molten red. Some piece of shit I don’t recognize has his arms around Zenya and he’s lowering his mouth to hers.
I’m at her side a split second later. “If you kiss her, you’re a dead man.”
The man lifts his head and scowls at me, and he doesn’t let go of my niece. “Who the fuck are you?”
