He sets a brutal rhythm, my hearing fading, my body lighting up.
“You’re soaking my hand, lastochka.”
I drag his head up by his hair, his eyes burning into mine. “Everything you do feels so good,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.
He grins, adding another finger, pulling a moan straight from my chest. “It’s because you respond to me,” he says. “It’s not just me, baby. It’s you. You’re perfect for me.”
When he kisses me again, everything snaps inside of me. “Come for me, Lily,” he orders. “Let me feel it.”
And I do. Completely. My body reacting to his words.
No fear. No doubt. Just euphoria… and something deeper.
Something I never knew I was allowed to have.
CHAPTER FORTY
Drago
I’m going to strangle this cunt to death if he eye fucks my woman for another second.
My fingers tighten around the glass of water in front of me. Across the room, Lily glances my way. Marco follows her line of sight, and I school my expression into something neutral.
I can’t fuck this up for her. I know how much this means to her to have him as a client.
So I sit here. At a table across the room. Watching this play out like a slow form of torture. I know I’m being ridiculous. Any man is going to find Lily attractive, because she is. She lights up a damn room.
And Marco does actually seem polite. Professional. And very aware of my presence, too.
Marco turns back to her, but she keeps her eyes pinned on me.
“Good girl,” I mouth.
She looks simply beautiful. A classy halterneck dress. Diamond earrings peaking through her blonde curls. A glosson her lips that makes them look even more fuckable. I’m not staring at her because it’s my job. I’m doing it because I’m obsessed with her. And possibly falling headfirst in love with her.
Thirty minutes crawl by, and they haven’t even finished their starters. All I can think about is the dessert I plan on having later.
Marco excuses himself and heads toward the bathroom. I’m half tempted to cross the room and kiss her, just because I can’t resist her. Because I don’t want distance. I want her on my lap, my tongue down her throat, her pretty little moans in my ear.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out, fully aware of her eyes on me.
Lily: Stop eye fucking me, Drago. I need to concentrate.
I can’t help the chuckle that slips out.
Me: I don’t need to eye fuck you when I can actually fuck you, right here, if I wanted to.
I don’t look up. If I see that blush creep up her throat, I won’t stop myself.
Lily: Threat or a promise?
Fuck.
Me: Both. Do you know how hard it is sitting this far away from you and not touching you?
Lily: You get me all night.
Lily: He’s invited me to a club after dinner. I said I’d clear it with security…
