“Get up,” he says as he stops the massage, and my gaze lifts on instinct.
I don’t even ask why. I simply obey as though something in his tone tugs at me like a thread being pulled tight.
He doesn’t move at first, just watches me standing there in my dress like I’m on display. Like he’s carving this moment into memory, as though he wants to own it too. His hands land on my shoulders, turning me around slowly as he steps behind me.
And suddenly he’s everywhere—his chest brushing my back, his breath grazing the shell of my ear, warm and unsteady like he’s holding on to the last bit of restraint. Rough hands trail down my arms. A firm drag of his palms over skin, like he’s reminding me I’m his now.
“Let me take off this dress.” His fingers work the ties of the corset back. “I’m sure you want to slip into something more comfortable.”
Yes. You.
Bad Fiona. Very bad. You are to stay far away from your husband, especially in bed. As far as you’re concerned, he has crabs.
And yet…
My skin grows taut beneath his fingers, every glide of his hands setting off sparks I swore I was done reacting to. Each pull of the corset loosens more than the dress. It’s pulling apart my resolve, seam by seam.
I shouldn’t want this. But the second his fingertips trace down my spine, my body forgets every reason it’s supposed to resist. A shiver dances through me just as the final tie slips free…and so does my grip on sanity.
The bodice slackens. The dress surrenders, sliding down my curves until it gathers around my feet. I stand there in nothing but a lacy thong and bare skin, rooted in place by the weight of it all.
“Turn around,” he says, his tone humming with arousal as I step out of the dress. “Let me look at you.”
I obey before I can think better of it, facing him fully. My hands tremble slightly at my sides, but I don’t try to cover myself because there’d be no point.
He’d just take it. Like he took everything else.
ALEKSEI
She can’t deny it.
Whatever this is between us burns hotter with each moment, and now that she’s here in my home, in my space, she can’t avoid it.
She trembles when I touch her. Follows every command like it’s law. Like I’ve already rewired her from the inside out. And blyat, maybe I have. Maybe somewhere between hating me and giving in to me, she started craving the control.Mycontrol.
My gaze drags over the swell of her breasts, nipples tight and aching for attention. Her lashes flick down when my fingers glide along her hips, ghosting over the skin she once tried to hide. When my hand lingers on the paler patch at her side, she stiffens, like she’s bracing for rejection or for me to pretend I don’t see it.
Instead, I drop to one knee. My mouth grazes the spot, and she groans, fingers tangling in my hair, our eyes locked as I press a second kiss to the opposite side. Then another. And another.
By the time I stand, my cock aches to be inside her. To have all of her. But I pull her against me, my mouth just close enough to take everything I want.
I brush a strand of hair from her shoulder, letting my fingers trace the line of her collarbone before gliding down the centerof her chest. She doesn’t pull away, watching me instead—eyes wide, lips parted, as though she’s daring me to go further.
My God, she’s so beautiful, it makes me violent. Brings out a need to mark her with something more than just my name.
My palms find her hips, guiding her backward until the backs of her knees meet the edge of the bed. One light press and she sinks down, her gaze never leaving mine.
“What are you doing?” She catches my wrist, staring up at me with breathless exhales as my fingers hook into the strap of her thong, needing it off too.
“Don’t play shy now, Ms. Prosecutor. I’ve seen and tasted every inch of you already.”
Her chest rises, her teeth pulling her bottom lip as I work her panties down, exposing her pink cunt. It glistens, slick with signs of her arousal, with the need she tries to bury. But it’s there, staring right at me, and all I want is a taste.
Her cheeks flush as my finger slowly drags through her slit, grazing her clit as she gives me a little moan. I tease her with it, opening her up and sinking inside her to my first knuckle until she’s writhing, her toes curling.
My mouth lowers to her bikini line, breathing her in before I drag my lips over her core. The tip of my tongue flicks her clit and her hands fist in the sheets, eyes squeezed shut like she’s trying to pretend it isn’t me making her feel this good.
“No. Open your eyes.”Thrust.“I want you to see who’s fucking you.”
