He didn’t disappoint, and the sensation of his fingers squeezing my nipple nearly made my legs buckle. “The next time I’m home.”
I pouted as I moved his other hand to my other breast. “That’s not fair. You’re never home.”
He cupped both my breasts with his hands, and he was doing things to my nipples that made me squirm with pleasure. “God, Mila. You’d tempt a saint.”
Sensing I was at an advantage, I managed to choke out the words, “I want a dog.”
He laughed as he dipped his head, and pressed a hot kiss to my neck, sending shivers up my spine.
My frustrated cry echoed through the foyer, but he lifted his head and stepped back. “Now be a good girl and go to bed.”
If he wanted to tease, two people could play that game. I bent over to pick up my dress, trying to give him a decent shot of my ass.
It would have worked, too, if I hadn’t nearly staggered off my heels in my attempt.
He grabbed me by the waist and set me on my feet. “Careful.”
I trailed my fingers over the bulge in his pants before grabbing hold of the railing and carefully walking myself up the curved steps.
Halfway up, I had a great idea. I bent over suggestively, giving him a nice shot of my behind before looking over my shoulder at him. “Your fuck doll is giving you the money shot.”
I ruined it by giggling and nearly falling up the stairs.
“You’re pushing your luck,” he warned.
“I’m drunk.” I stood up and started to climb the stairs, which was hard to do in my heels. “But I still want the dog. And you might not realize it, but I was basically offering myself to you right there.”
“You’re lucky you’re not sober,” he warned.
“I don’t know why you care.”
“Good night, Mila.”
“I’m getting the dog,” I warned, as I used the wall to hold myself up on the way to my bedroom. “Don’t you dare forget any of this.”
He remained at the bottom of the stairs, watching me. “If you still remember this conversation, we can talk tomorrow.”
I waitednine full days for my husband to come home, but I never managed to cross paths with Axel.
I made amends with Anton and Oleg for my antics at the nightclub, did my homework, learned how to make stew with Jordan and researched dogs.
But he never came back.
I lay in my bed and replayed the memories I had managed to retain from that night. They were tangled in a hazy, alcoholic fog.
I remembered Axel touching me when we got home.
I remembered him teasing me with his fingers and then stopping just when it was getting good.
And I remembered the taste of his kiss.
Every time I had those memories, my body remembered too, aching for something I didn’t fully understand.
I knew my husband wanted me, but he didn’twantto want me. I couldn’t quite imagine sex, but I knew from what we had done so far that it would be unimaginably good.
I also understood the concept of possession in our world. My uncle had perfected the art. Even people were fair game to him. Everyone, in their own way, was something to possess and control.
With Axel, I had acquired a taste of freedom that I had never experienced before, and I didn’t want to lose that. So when he warned me that things would change if we consummated our marriage, it concerned me. A lot.
