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I know I should be resisting. Scrap that…I should be bolting for the door and running like the wind. But right now, I couldn’t do it if I tried. Somehow, my fingers have tightened on his shoulder, and without realizing it, I’ve tangled my other hand into his hair.
With a sudden movement, he lifts me and tosses me onto the massive bed, the satin sheets and sumptuous pillows swallowing me in their luxurious embrace.
“What the—?” I gasp as I scramble to regain my footing, desperate to maintain some semblance of control, but Luka is quick to follow, pinning me down with his powerful frame.
His breath is hot against my neck as he whispers, “You’re not going anywhere, Sophia.” I shiver, caught between fear and desire, my body betraying me as it craves his touch.
As if sensing my inner turmoil, Luka leans in to capture my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue skillfully teasing mine as his hand slides down my side, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
“Mmm…mmm, Luka…” I whisper, my voice trembling with desire. “Please, we shouldn’t… I mean… I should clean your shirt.”
“Fuck my shirt,” he mutters.
I swallow hard, reminding myself that I have a job to do. Yet every fiber of my being yearns to surrender to the magnetic pull of Luka Ivankov.
Oh, God, I must be crazy!
My breath comes in ragged gasps, my body responding to him in ways I never imagined possible. I bite my lip, trying to suppress a moan as his fingers find their way between my legs, expertly teasing and probing.
“Oh… Fuck! Yes,” I whisper, unable to stop myself from begging for more.
Luka smirks as he runs his fingers over the damp fabric of my panties, the thin material barely providing any barrier between his teasing strokes and my aching clit.
“You’re so deliciously wet, baby girl,” he murmurs, his voice a sinful whisper that makes me shiver with anticipation. His fingers press down on my clit through my soaked panties, making me whimper and squirm beneath him.
Luka expertly traces circles around the sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive me wild but never enough to bring me over the edge. I can feel my wetness seeping through the fabric, my panties becoming even more soaked with each teasing touch.
The sensation is maddening, and I rock my hips, desperate for more contact. “Mmmmm-mm,” I choke out a moan. Luka chuckles, clearly enjoying the effect he has on me.
“You want more, don’t you?” he taunts, his fingers dipping beneath the elastic of my panties for a moment before he pulls them back out, leaving me whimpering with need.
“Please, Luka,” I beg, my pride forgotten in the face of overwhelming desire.
Fuck.
Luka chuckles, a dark and dangerous sound. “Look at you, krasotka. You are so needy. I can give you so much more.” With that, he slips a finger inside me, stroking the sensitive walls and sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body.
As he adds a second finger, my hips buck against his hand, my moans filling the room. I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as the pressure builds, threatening to spill over into a climax that will leave me shattered.
“Oh! Fuck. Oh… fuck!” His fingers slide in and out of me; the rhythmic motion, paired with his skilled teasing of my clit has me on the verge of losing myself completely. I can feel the coil of desire winding tighter and tighter within me, my body desperate for the release that seems just out of reach.
Luka leans in close, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers, “You’re so close, aren’t you, Sophia? I can feel how much you want it. But I want to hear you beg for it.”
My body is trembling, the pressure building to an unbearable level, but Luka pulls back just before I can tip over the edge, leaving me panting and desperate for more.
“Please,” I whimper, no longer caring about my shattered dignity. “Please, don’t stop. I need you. I need to come.”
He chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying my desperation. “That’s it, krasotka. Beg for it. Show me how much you want me.”
My words of desperation tumble out in a breathless rush. “Luka, please, I can’t take it anymore. Make me come.”
Oh God, this man is insanely dangerous!
With a predatory grin, Luka presses his fingers against my clit once more, increasing the pressure and speed of his movements. His other hand reaches up to my breast, pinching and twisting my hard nipple between his fingers. The sudden onslaught of sensation is too much to bear, and I finally come near to exploding. And he stops again.
“Bastard!” I cry out.
Gasping for breath, my body quivering with unfulfilled desire, I realize Luka is reveling in every moment of control he has over me, toying with me like a master puppeteer. The intensity of my longing is overwhelming, and I’m ready to do anything for release.
