I gave her one last chance.
“Say no, Katya. Say it now, and I’ll walk away.”
She didn’t say no.
She just stared up at me, her mouth parted, her whole body a tightly strung bow ready to snap.
So I made my move.
My fingers hooked into the fabric of the sheet, and with one quick, decisive tug, I ripped it away.
She gasped, her hands flying to cover herself, but it was too late.
I saweverything.
Perfect full breasts topped with dark rosy nipples that were hardened into tempting peaks. Smooth, pale skin on her flat stomach. The soft, rounded curve of her hips. The dark, neatly trimmed triangle of hair between her legs. And most damning of all, the arousal glistening on her inner thighs.
I licked my lipsat the discovery, imagining the taste of her. My cock, already painfully hard, throbbed against the confines of my trousers, demanding to be free. She was a fucking masterpiece. A work of art made of flesh and blood and fire. And right now, she was all mine for the taking.
“Look at you,” Iobserved, my voice husky with arousal. “All laid out for me. All wet and ready.”
She blushed, a deep crimson that started at her cheeks and spread down her neck, over the swell of her beautiful breasts. My gaze roved up and down her body, enjoying every flawless inch of her until my eyes settled on her own.The fire and defiance she usually possessed had faded, replaced by an aroused nervous energy that was as intoxicating as it was telling.
“You were touching yourself,” I said, my voice a soft growl that was part accusation, part admiration. “Weren’t you?”
Her eyes widened and her hands moved to cover her face.
“I wasn’t,” she tried, but she went silent when I shook my head.
“Why deny it?” I purred. “It’s so much hotter when you admit what a needy little slut you are.”
Her hands dropped from her face and her gaze, now burning with a familiar, defiant fire, met mine. She was trying to regain control, to rebuild the walls I had just so effectively torn down.
“I was thinking about your brother,” she sassed and I chuckled, the sound loud in the quiet room.
I knew it was a lie. I could see it in her eyes, in the way her body trembled, in the way her breathing had quickened as she stared back at me.
I leaned down, my face hovering just inches above hers.
“I know you were thinking about me, little girl,” I murmured.
Her breath hitched, betraying her.
“You were thinking about how I’d feel inside you,” I continued. “How I’d stretch you, how I’d fill you, how I’d make you mine. And you were getting wetter and wetter andwetter, weren’t you?”
She didn’t answer, but her body did. Her hips rolled, just the slightest bit, but I saw it.
Then I started to move, sauntering to the end of the bed without taking my eyes off her. I grasped each of her ankles and spread her legs very deliberately. She did not resist, obediently allowing me to do what I wanted. I climbed onto the bed between those long, toned legs, my body gliding over hers, following my gaze. I felt her entire body tense, coiling in anticipation. I moved upuntil my knees bracketed her ribs, my hands braced on the bed on either side of her head. I was straddling her chest now, my knees pressing into the mattress, my body a wall of muscle and heat that held her captive so easily.
Her eyes, wide and dark, were locked on mine. A flicker of fear, a glimmer of defiance, and a whole lot of pure, heated desire. I could see the war raging inside her, the conflict between the woman who wanted to push me away and the woman who desperately needed me to stay.
Bracing one hand on the wall above the headboard, I shifted my weight forward, bringing my cock, hard and heavy, closer to her face. The tip of it, still trapped behind the fabric of my trousers, brushed against her lips, a light, teasing touch that made her entire body tremble, and that only made my cock even harder.
“Open your mouth,” I commanded.
She hesitated, her pride a fragile shield against the onslaught of my dominance.
I reached down, my thumb brushing against her jaw before I took hold of her, issuing a gentle, insistent pressure that was a clear, unspoken command.
