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And when she rests her cheek against my chest, her head sitting just below my chin, my heart aches to know I’m toying with her innocence. I’m a fucking monster.
We dance until well past midnight, stopping only to fill plates of food when we’re starving or to have an occasional drink. But by the end of the night, I don’t think I’ve ever held someone in my arms so long, ever laughed so hard, ever craved someone’s attention to that degree.
I’m intoxicated by Silvia’s presence, her deep questions, and the empathy she follows them up with. She’s unlocked doors inside me I didn’t even know were there. And now, I’m not sure how to close them again.
But as the night finally starts to come to an end, I can see the exhaustion on her face. She’s poured her heart and soul into the evening, ringing every drop of pleasure from it and leaving a lasting impression on my family’s guests.
“Can I walk you to your room?” I offer as she finishes the last sip of her champagne.
“I would like that,” she says, and though the offer was innocent enough–as was her response–that sexual charge crackles to life between us once more.
Offering her my elbow, I lead Silvia from the ballroom and down the hall toward the foyer. The house echoes with the laughter of smaller groups that have broken off to enjoy games of pool or poker in various side rooms.
I walk Silvia right to her door at the end of the second-floor hall, and she turns to face me when I linger.
“Thank you for such a special night. I honestly don’t know the last time I enjoyed myself that thoroughly,” she murmurs, looking up at me through her long, thick lashes.
“I should be thanking you for the same thing,” I say, stepping closer until I have her caged between me and her bedroom door.
This is it. This is the moment I need to decide what kind of man I am.The gentleman who kisses her good night and leaves her innocence intact, possibly at the expense of my family? Or the man who would manipulate the singular most captivating woman I’ve ever met to save my own neck?
I lean in slowly, inch by inch, warring within myself as I determine that I won’t sleep with her. Not tonight. No matter what it costs me.
And then our lips meet.
17
SILVIA
Fireworks explode through my body as Pyotr kisses me, his body pressing mine against the wood of my bedroom door, his arms caging me in. The anticipation that has been building between us all night comes down to the single most passionate kiss I’ve ever experienced.
It’s not overly frantic or aggressive, not desperate building into a frenzy. It’s achingly tender and romantic, like the kiss at the end of a fairy tale or what storybooks might call true love’s kiss. In truth, this whole night has been straight out of a fairy tale, and I finally feel like the princess Pyotr is always calling me.
I’ve never felt more beautiful, more understood, and more appreciated. For every piece of who I am. I put my best foot forward while exploring New York City. I found that by the evening, I had developed a comfort with Pyotr I hadn’t anticipated. Yesterday, I was able to fully be myself, to even open up to Pyotr and reveal my more vulnerable side.
Today, I feel as though I’ve blossomed. Come into my own in a way I never could in my father’s presence. But Pyotr inspires confidence in me that I never knew I had, a passion I’m only now coming to understand.
His lips cover mine as his hand gently cups the curve of my neck. And as his firm body presses me against the door, I come to life. Any lingering traces of exhaustion I felt in the ballroom burn away in the fiery blaze of our kiss.
His tongue teases my bottom lip, tracing it as if to relish the taste of me. I moan, a deep need pooling in the pit of my stomach as my core tightens deliciously. Parting my lips, I stroke out with my tongue to explore his mouth. My hands travel slowly up his muscular chest, and I revel in his powerful strength as I make my way toward his hair.
The close-shaved hair of his low fade tickles my palms as my fingers comb into the longer locks on top that he always has styled to perfection. My fingers curl around the silken strands, and Pyotr releases a hungry moan that makes me ache with need.
Though he’s holding me as close as physically possible, and our lips are locked in a deep kiss, I want more of him. I crave it with a thirst I’ve never felt before. His hands travel slowly down my body, kneading my shoulders, my waist, my hips.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he breathes against my lips.
I shiver at the masculine rasp of his voice. It intensifies the flame burning deep inside me.
His arms wrap around me as he palms an ass cheek with each hand and pulls me firmly against his hardening cock. I gasp into his mouth, my fingers tightening in his hair as my skin lights on fire.
And I wonder what it might feel like to have Pyotr inside me.
A shiver runs down my spine.I’m not ready for that yet, am I?
But when his hands creep lower, finding my inner thighs, I lose all sense of logic. He pulls, hoisting my legs up around his hips in one fluid motion, and I wrap my legs around him. I don’t care that my dress has fallen open, exposing one of my legs entirely.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he groans, seeming as overcome by our connection as I am.
