“Habit,” I say. “Control what you can.” I pause, then add with a slight smirk, “The cleaning service doesn’t hurt either.”
She laughs, then sinks into the couch, curling her legs beneath her. “So…” she drawls, shrugging one delicate shoulder. “Why did you bring me here tonight?”
I chuckle and move to sit beside her. I lean in, taking in her heady floral scent for a second before raising my hand to her face.
“I think you know why, beautiful,” I say, gently running the back of my hand from her cheek to her jaw. Her breath hitches, her mouth falling open expectantly. “Want me to show you?”
She nods, her irises glazing over with a hunger that fuels mine. I rub my thumb over her glossy lower lip, watching the flames in her eyes burn brighter. For me.
“Say it,” I command softly. “Say what you want,kukolka.”
“Kiss me.”
I close the distance between us, sealing my mouth over hers, slowly, deeply. I take my time, savoring the taste of her lips, her tongue, swallowing her throaty, little moans. She clings to me, her fingers twisting, bunching up my shirt.
She whispers my name, and something inside me gives way.
I pull back just long enough to look at her, and it takes everything in me not to pull her back in and ravage every part of her.
“I won’t stop this time, Mireille,” I say in a harsh whisper. “I want you too badly…”
She doesn't shy away from my gaze. Instead, she leans in until our lips are just inches apart. “Then take me, Dmitri. All of me.”
Whatever is left of my control snaps in that moment. I bury my hands in her hair and claim her mouth with a possessive growl. She lets out a soft moan, her body pressing close to mine.
I nibble at her bottom lip, and she opens up eagerly, letting out another moan as my tongue slides against hers. I stand up, simultaneously lifting her in my arms. She gasps into my mouth, automatically wrapping her legs around my hips, her arms coming around my neck. I support her weight with one arm beneath her ass while my other hand roams her back, pressing her even closer.
Our tongues continue their battle as I climb the stairs—I know this route by heart and don’t need to look where I’m going when all I want to look at is her. I push the bedroom door open with my shoulder, and the moment it closes behind us, I slam her back against the wall, drawing a deep groan from her.
I drag my mouth away from hers, taking in her frazzled face. “Did that hurt, baby girl?”
She shakes her head, running her tongue over her lips in that way that makes my blood boil. “No. No, it didn't.”
“Good,” I say, trailing my mouth down her neck. I nibble on her sensitive skin, and she whimpers in response. She trails her fingers up my back, her nails scraping along my spine. I groan deeply, grinding my cock against her core. She gasps, throwing her head back so fast it hits the wall. I chuckle at the look of embarrassment on her face, then grind harder. She gasps louder, her hand flying to my hair, gripping it tightly.
I kiss her again, harder and rougher, until we're both gasping for air, then kiss my way down her neck, my hand sliding down her back to her ass. I pick her up again and carry her toward the bed, laying her down with less gentleness than last time. She moves up higher on the bed and watches me strip, her eyes darkening with familiar hunger as each button comes undone.
She’s seen me like this before—but tonight feels different. Charged with the knowledge of what’s about to happen.
I fling the shirt aside and join her on the bed, crawling closer until I'm hovering over her. I place a fleeting kiss on her lips, then her neck, my hands trailing down her thighs to the hem of her short dress.
“Let's get you out of this,kukolka,” I say gruffly, and she nods in response. I pull the dress over her head and toss it aside, drinking in the sight of her in nothing but a thin, flowery bra and panties. I reach behind her to unclasp her bra, revealing her full, perfectly rounded breasts with pink, pebbled nipples.
This time, she doesn’t try to hide. She meets my gaze boldly, a faint blush on her cheeks, but none of the uncertainty from before.
“Look at you,” I murmur, trailing my fingers down her sternum. “Getting braver.”
“I had a good teacher,” she whispers.
Something dark and possessive flares in my chest. “You haven’t learned anything yet, kukolka.” I lean down, my lips brushing her ear. “But you will tonight.”
I move my mouth to her breast, sliding my tongue over one pebbled nipple while teasing the other with my fingers. She moans low in her throat, her body arching into my touch. I suckon her nipple, harder than I did last time, and she cries out, her hands fisting in my hair.
I trail my mouth down her stomach, hooking my fingers in her panties and dragging them down her legs. I toss them aside and spread her thighs, settling between them. She’s already wet—I can see it, smell it—and my cock throbs painfully against my pants.
“So ready for me,” I growl, sliding two fingers through her slick folds. She gasps, her hips bucking. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? About me inside you?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Please, Dmitri—”
