All the while, my panic is subsiding. He’s distracting me from the nerves of being in such a public space.
His hand pushes my dress up my leg as he trails his fingers along my calve. Goosebumps break out on my skin. I hold perfectly still while he continues to bring his hand higher and higher until he reaches my inner thigh under my dress. My skin there is sensitive to the touch and I can’t help but shiver.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks softly.
I look into his eyes before quickly looking away. It’s all too much. Why is he asking me if I want him to stop? Why is he giving me permission to say no? It would all be so much easier if he just took and took. But by giving me a say, I’m playing a role in this too.
I’m playing a role in breaking my brother’s heart.
I answer honestly. “No.”
Alek doesn’t even look surprised. It’s like he knew I would say yes all along.
He runs his fingers along my inner thigh, tickling and also warming me up. His hand is so close to my most intimate area. The area no one else has been but myself.
He moves his hand higher and settles it right between my legs. I gasp on instinct.
“You’re all right,” he murmurs. “Just let yourself feel this, Katya.”
It’s then that he begins to really touch me. His fingers rub right against my nub through my underwear. Without meaning to, my hips rise up without me having to even think.
It feels good. Much better than my own hand. Alek’s touch is a lot more forceful and powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced.
His fingers find the waistband of my underwear and pushes it down so he can touch me skin to skin. My hips jerk up at his warm touch. Yet, I don’t stop it. I ignore the pounding in my heart. I can only focus on Alek pleasuring me. My kidnapper. The man who hates my brother.
And I’m letting him do this to me.
“You have hair here,” he murmurs, running his fingers along my pubic mound.
“Yes. I didn’t see the point in shaving it.”
“And lower?” He brings his fingers down to my folds where I have trimmed the hair. “Ah. You’re not bare. I didn’t expect you to be when you told me how hidden you kept yourself.”
“Is that a problem?” I ask, blushing.
“No. Not at all. But I just might have to shave you myself. For fun.”
I shiver at the idea.
He presses down on my nub, rubbing it and rolling it around with expert precision. My hips have a mind of their own as they move up to reach his hand more. I need more, something I never thought I would feel.
Alek locks his eyes with mine. “Don’t look away from me, Katya. Keep your eyes on me. I want you to experience this. Right here, right in this private box before a public space. You’re going to let yourself go.”
“Go?”
“Orgasm. Come for me. When you’re ready.”
I’m not sure if I’ll ever be ready. I’ve given myself orgasms in the past when I’ve explored myself but that was in my hidden room by myself, not in a public space like the Paris Opera House. Anyone could look up and see what Alek is doing to me but everyone is focused on the show. I’m invisible, which is how I like it.
But Alek is making it so I’m not invisible to him. No. With Alek, I’m front and center.
He rubs my nub more firmly, getting my body warmer and warmer. I can’t deny the arousal that seeps out of me and coats my inner thighs. My hands grip the edge of the seat to steady myself, otherwise I might fall over, even sitting down.
“You like this?” he asks, keeping his pace casual, like he’s done this a hundred times before and he might have for all I know. I don’t know how many women he’s been with. I never cared to know, until right now.
Now that he’s my husband. Now that he’s pleasuring me with his hand. Now that my entire world has changed because of him. And now that I’m inextricably tied to Alek for the rest of my life.
“Yes,” I admit. No point in lying. It does feel good. No. It feelsamazing. Like lightening and fire are consuming me in the best way possible.
