“Because he’ll find another way, but that’s my only one.”
Is she keeping a line of escape open? I can’t have that. She’s got to stay for a year, where we appear to be a happily married couple. It’s the only way to take ownership of the casino other than an outright sale.
I wince to myself, wondering if now is the time to ask. To change the plan and see if she’ll just sell.
Which means, I’ve got a reason much bigger than Dimitri to make Sasha happy in this marriage.
But with Sver wandering the streets of Vegas, it’s in her best interest to stay. She’s safest here. Which means I need to keep her calm and content.
She bends over to grab more of the clothes, her perfect ass on full display.
I reach out, running my hand over her hip. “You should trust me, Princess.”
She snorts. “Because you blackmailed me into marrying you, I should trust you?”
The question hits me in the chest, because it’s the complete truth, and because it means I’ve got to do more than take Sashashopping if I want to win her over. “Everyone is coming here for dinner, so we don’t have to leave the apartment.”
“All right,” she answers, straightening up. But I don’t let go of her hip. Instead, I grab the other, pulling her closer.
“My brother is known as the shadow. He’s in this building for your protection and I will need you to tell him everything you know about Sver.”
My hand slides to her belly, my fingers splaying out as I brush away the hem of her tank top so that I can touch her bare midriff.
Goose pimples break out on her skin and I bend low, smiling into her neck, her silky hair catching on the stubble on my jaw.
“I’ve heard that your brother is a man of great talent.”
Jealousy, hot and white, streaks through me. I am the man who will keep her safe. Not Killian. She’s mine to protect.
I run my hand down the front of her tight jeans, cupping her sex in my hand and pressing my finger right along her covered seam.
She gasps, her hand coming to cover the one I’m holding her hip with. “I’ve got my talents too,” I murmur close to her ear as I slide my finger over her clit.
Her hips buck into my hand and satisfaction replaces my irritation as I slide my hand back up to her waist band, popping the button and pulling the zipper down so that I can bury my fingers between her legs.
Her smooth skin glides under my rougher hand, and I realize her pussy is shaved bare. Fuck me. Her soft mound feels so good, I leak a bit of cum as I go deeper, her already-soaking lips sliding under my middle finger.
She whimpers, her back collapsing against my chest as her hips thrust out to give me more access.
She isn’t trying to look pretty, though she does look absolutely fucking gorgeous. In fact, she looks so hot, I’m indanger of creaming my pants. But I know she’s not trying, she’s just that into it. And it’s the most erotic thing I’ve seen for a long time.
I swirl the pad of my finger over her clit, her entire body responding to the touch as her head presses back into my neck, opening even more of her body to my view.
Her nipples are stiff, her hips chasing my hand.
Instead of going deeper, I make my touch lighter, teasing, my reward is her little cry of protest as she pushes her hips out even further.
“That feel good, Princess?”
“Yes,” she hisses, her eyes hooded, her lips parted on a gasp. “More. Please.”
“Fuck yeah, baby, I’ll give you more.” And then I press hard, right on her needy clit.
She explodes under my finger, her scream filling the closet.
I’m good, but this is impressive even for me.
Her body shakes with her orgasm, her nails digging into the back of my hand. I love the touch of pain, and I hope she leaves marks on my skin.
