“Maybe that’s the point.” The words tumble out before I can stop them, too distracted by his glorious body to filter my thoughts. “It’s better than the alternative. And this doesn’t seem like the worst way to spend my final hours.”
His expression darkens, something dangerous flickering behind his eyes as his hand finds the base of my neck, and he pins me back to the wall, keeping my lips from his salty skin.
“Don’t.” The word comes out as a growl. “Don’t talk about dying like that.”
Easy for him to say. Nobody’s talking about examining him and how to dispose of his body after they’ve had their fun. His thumb traces up my carotid, following the artery that runs the length of my neck.
“Fate brought me to you for a reason.”
He nuzzles my head to the side, teasing my earlobe with his tongue and teeth; the mere brush of his breath enough to make me shiver and squirm.
“Fate?” I almost laugh. “I’m not so sure. But if this is the only thing I get to choose before the end, I choose you.”
His jaw twitches, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
“You’re not dying.” His voice has dropped to something barely human. “I’m going to make sure of it.”
Before I can process his words, he’s lifting my arms above my head, my small hands captured in one of his. He pins themagainst the wall, pressing me against it with his hips while his other hand tears at my blouse.
Buttons scatter across the carpet, glittering as they roll through the shards of light, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything except his mouth on my collarbone, my breast, his teeth scraping against my nipple through the thin lace of my bra.
“Bodhi…” I gasp, my head falling back as all coherent thought flees my mind, lost to nothing but pleasure. To him.
“No more talk of dying.” He demands as he unclasps my bra with one hand, and then his mouth is on my bare breast, hot and demanding. “You’re going to promise me.”
A knee pushes my thighs apart, adding pressure to my needy core, and much-needed friction to my swollen clit. I grind against it, chasing the release I need to end this insanity.
“I…” My thoughts scatter as his tongue traces my nipple. “Promise what?”
He switches to the other breast, and I cry out, my hips rocking against him instinctively. He’s hard beneath his trousers, pressing against my core, and even through the layers of fabric, the exhilarating friction is making my eyes roll back.
“Promise me you won’t let anyone else touch you.” He lifts his head, his eyes blazing into mine. “Not now, not ever. Not Piotr. Not some dumb guard you convince to help you end your life. Not some faceless buyer. No one but me.”
His possessive words make no sense. He knows I’m powerless here, that what happens to me after I leave here is out of my control.
“I promise,” I breathe without hesitation, happy to play his game if it gets me what I want. “No one but you.”
I imagine a different life. One where this isn’t a stolen moment of joy before the end, but the beginning of something, something spectacular.
“That’s my girl.”
The praise sends a shiver down my spine. He rewards me by sliding one hand up my thigh to push my skirt higher, his fingers trailing along the edge of my soaked underwear. Leaning back to look down at my crotch, at the wet patch dark on the pink fabric, his chest rises, looking proud of the effect he’s having on me.
Embarrassed, I try to squeeze my thighs shut, but he’s having none of it.
“So wet.” His voice is awed. “All this for me? Has your sweet pussy been dripping for me since the pantry?”
Lord above, what is going on?
Bodhi seems to have forgotten I’m completely clueless. He’s acting like I’m a sex goddess who’s used to talking about how aroused she is and letting a man stare at her barely concealed pussy.
“Yes. I… I can’t stop thinking about it.” I can barely form the words, never imagining in my wildest dreams that I’d be willingly engaging in dirty talk and loving it.
“You wanted more. You wanted me.” His lips curl around my nipple, and his warm breath cools the wet skin as he speaks, making my mind spin, and my peaks stiffen even more.
“Yes. You. Please, Bodhi, please…”
His fingers stroke over me through the thin fabric, and I keen, my hips bucking into his touch, before they slide, just a fraction, under the trim of my panties, and my skin quivers under his touch.
