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“Yes, we’re both awful people,” I snapped, sliding sideways and turning to arrange the art and get back on track. The right track, if not the one I really wanted to be on. “If you’re not interested in my paintings, I’ll go.”
Once again he whirled me around, leaning closer this time, our bodies finally touching. “You called me, Theresa.” His finger trailed down my jaw and the side of my neck, hovering at the strap of my tank top.Keep going,I silently begged. “If you want me to look at your paintings, I will. If you want more, I’ll give you that, too.”
He slowly moved his gaze down to where his fingers had stopped, then forcefully wrapped an arm around me to pull me tight against him. I could feel how much he wanted me grinding against my stomach and lust pooled in my core. God, he had a real way of ruining my panties. I gripped the counter behind me, hoping he couldn’t feel my heart hammering against my ribs. Tangling his other hand into my hair, he tugged my head back, the teasing half smile on his face, his breath hot on my cheek.
Worse than a slap, I remembered the feel of Donny’s lips there and all I wanted was for Aleksei to erase it. Not just that, but make me completely forget Donny existed, if only for a short time.
“I want more,” I whispered, my lips parting, ready. So ready.
He smirked down at me. “I know you do, little one.”
Oh, he was infuriating. As much as I wanted him, I did think about reaching for his gun. I smacked both palms on his rock hard chest, bubbling with desire and rage. I gripped his shirt and pulled him even closer, going up on my toes as he pulled my head further back. The next second our lips collided, his tongue hungrily entering my eager mouth. My anger melted as quickly as my body against his, leaving only desperate desire in its place.
Chapter 9 - Aleksei
The little whirlwind launching herself at me just seconds after I thought she might try to kill me left me a bit dizzy. The feel of her lush body and her eager lips, her legs trembling and her hands hanging onto my shoulders while she mewled for more was just what I’d been thinking about almost nonstop the last few days.
Cupping my hands under her ass, I lifted her onto the counter. Her legs spread, and I stepped between them, pulling away from her mouth to search her lust-glazed eyes.
“Is this what you want?” I demanded roughly.
Her smile spread warmth through me like sunshine. “Yes,” she breathed. “And so much more. You know what I want, Aleksei.”
Her legs curled around my hips, tugging me closer, her open mouth all but begging for more kisses. I slid my hand into her soft hair again, tipping her head back. “What else, Theresa?”
She pressed her hands against my chest, her cheeks blazing pink. “ You tell me what you want,” she asked in a shy squeak that had my cock pulsing.
Oh, she was going to be the end of me. And what exactly did I want? It was more than to just getting my fill of her. I had a bleak feeling I’d never get enough. All I could settle on was ruining her for that other man in her life, so that she never had a moment’s peace when our hands weren’t on each other. She had to share my torture.
“Show me your body,” I said, watching as her breathing got quicker, and her chest strained at her top.
I ran my finger along the scooped neckline as she hurried to unclasp her bra behind her back, thrusting those perfect tits even higher. She pulled the top off over her head and shrugged out of the plain white bra as if she was embarrassed of it, thrusting both pieces of clothing aside.
“You didn’t plan this, did you,” I said, rolling my thumbs across her nipples.
She shook her head, eyes closed at my touch. “No.” Wriggling closer so her legs gripped me tightly, she moaned when her pussy ground against my stiff rod. “I really just came to sell you some art.”
“You hoped for this, though.” I eased her back to taste each peachy nipple. “Admit it, Theresa,” I commanded.
She nodded, licking her lips. “Yes. You’re all I think about.”
“Good,” I said, tapping the button of her jeans. “Now show me your pussy. I want to feel how wet I already made you.”
Her eyes flew open, her breathing ragged. For a moment there was a flash in her eyes that made me think she might disobey me, so I kissed her until she was slack in my arms and clawing at my shirt.
“Now do what I say, little one.”
Her bright smile was back, and she let out a laugh that was infectious, breaking through my gruff facade. She was loving this, loving breaking me. I let her jump off the counter so she could shimmy out of her jeans, then I grabbed her, looking her over in her white cotton thong, pert tits heaving and that smile of anticipation lighting up her pretty face.
“So fucking gorgeous,” I said, gripping each healthy ass cheek.
My fingers slipped between her thighs and under the fabric to stroke her slick folds.
“Am I wet enough?” she asked boldly.
I growled and dropped to my knees, nuzzling her through her damp panties. She staggered, trying to spread her thighs for me, and nearly fell backward in her eagerness. I was just as eager, nipping at her, shoving her panties aside to plunge my tongue deep to taste her. She grabbed my hair and moaned.
“Rip them off me again,” she begged.
