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“Nikolai?”
He doesn’t answer as he fingers me, pushing in deep, rubbing against my G-spot as he returns his mouth to my clit. I’m shaking with need, and an orgasm sweeps through me quickly. Just as it hits, he pulls away, only to push the butt plug into place and then the dildo, and I come even harder as they start to vibrate and move.
“Turn it off! Red! Turn it off!”
He laughs and does so, and I half collapse on him as he eases my panties back into place.
“Red? Really?”
“Red. Really.” I’m panting. I’m clutching him, my heartbeat wild and my body throbbing, setting off tremors and a deeper ache inside me. “God!”
“Want me to take them out?” He gets to his feet, holding me up as he paints my lips with my juices and then proceeds to lick and kiss them off.
Oh, fuck. I’m never going to survive. “No. Leave them.”
“Good girl, Rose.” He fits the half mask on me as I attempt to right myself enough to be coherent.
“W-Where’s Genius?”
“Not my type.” I thin my lips, and he whispers against my ear, “Staying in with Rush, Mia, Tony, and all the protection I can spare. Put some fucking lipstick on and meet me downstairs.”
He heads to the door of the bedroom before he stops and looks back at me. “Oh, and Rose?”
“Yes?”
“Belucci’s throwing this masquerade party for us, so behave. I know you’re trying to get information, so your colors don’t work for the rest of the evening. My word goes. No safety net tonight.”
I suck in a breath. “Niko…”
He raises a brow.
“Bring it on.”
* * *
Every single one of my nerves is on high alert. I’m a chaotic mess of fireflies, flitting in all directions at once, and it’s hard to concentrate. Right there, front and center in my brain, is Nikolai and when he’s going to flick on the sex toys still buried in me. Toys that, if he’s got a mind to, will bring me to my knees in a screaming orgasm in seconds flat.
What I’msupposedto be doing is getting information from the only person here I trust, or at least trust enough: Mr. Belucci.
“Rose, you have this fucking look on your face that tells me you might start buzzing with pleasure any minute,” Nikolai whispers against my ear as he tugs on the tie at the back of the dress.
I sniff, trying not to tremble with need. “Only a sad man needs a little help.”
“Rose, it isn’t help. It’s a tool to keep bad little girls in fucking line and have them primed for my cock.” He pauses. “Or, I could just take you to the bathroom, bring you to your knees, and make you blow me while I make you sing with sweet, orgasmic agony.”
I snort softly. “In your dreams.”
“No, with a fucking press of a button.” He moves, slipping his hand in his pocket as my world starts to buzz and spin and…It stops, and he presses a glass of champagne into my hand. “We’ll see where my mood takes me.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“The world, Rose,” he whispers, coming in and kissing me, “the fucking world.”
Just like that, he leaves me staring after him.
* * *
Belucci is no help. He might like me a lot, but he’s a master player, and he keeps me on track about wedding talk and one warning to be careful. I flit from person to person, making small talk, hurrying away when Nikolai sets the toys off, bringing me dangerously close to orgasm.
