I pull away, biting my lip as I yank him up from the table. I spin him around and shove him onto the leather sofa. He lands with a heavy thud, the cushions creaking under his weight.
Standing in front of him, I hold his gaze as I unbutton my jeans. His eyes are glued to my hands as I slowly shimmy out of them, taking my panties with them. The fabric pools at my feet, and I kick it aside.
His face flushes, tongue darting out to wet his lips. I grab the hem of my top, inching it up teasingly slowly.
“Fuck,” he groans, his massive frame tensing as he shifts. His eyes burn into me, all hunger and heat. “Ty takaya chertovski goryachaya, krasotka.”
How cute, he thinks I’m hot.
I run my fingers through my tangled raven hair, yanking it over my shoulder.
“Thanks, big guy,” I rasp, dragging my tongue over my split lip. Our eyes lock, and the air crackles like it’s about to catch fire.
Christ, I’ve had plenty of lowlifes panting after me, but this? This is different. D’s not just eye-fucking me. There’s something else there, something that makes my skin prickle. He’s looking at me like he sees through all my bullshit—past the scars, the ink, the don’t-fuck-with-me attitude. Like he sees the mess underneath.
For a hot second, I let myself think he gets it—the shitshow that’s my life, the walls I’ve built brick by fucking brick. It’s unnerving as hell, but also… fuck, I don’t know.
I crush that feeling quick.Soft gets you killed in this world.
“See something you like?” I challenge, trailing my fingers down my neck, watching his eyes follow.
He makes a sound like a caged animal, his gaze locked on me like I’m his next meal.
Trailing my fingers over my cleavage, I play with my nipples until they harden.
“Mmmm…” I moan. Without hesitation, I slide a hand between my thighs and feel the wetness that has already pooled there. I watch him watching me as I tease myself before slipping a finger inside.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, imagining his thick cock filling me up as I thrust my fingers in and out. My breath becomes ragged, and I can see his chest heaving with desire as he watches intently.
His palms rub against his strained pants as he watches me with hunger in his eyes.
“Come here,krasotka,” he growls, but without waiting for me to move, he pulls me toward him.
I feel a rush of heat between my legs as I straddle him, his cock pressing into me, rock-hard and massive even through his pants.
He grips my hips tightly, urging me even closer. A low moan escapes my lips as I grind against him, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us.
“Fuck,” I hiss, rolling my hips against the bulge. “You’re fucking hard.”
“You gonna be able to handle it,krasotka?” he growls.
My response is to grind against him harder, pressing my body tightly against his. I lean in to nibble on his earlobe, and he grunts, fingers digging into my flesh as he grinds up against me. The friction sends sparks shooting through my core, and I can tell that I’ve wet his pants already.
His deep voice growls in my ear, rough and animal-like. “You’re driving me crazy,krasotka,” he says as his large hand cups my breast, his fingers pinching my nipple and sending electric jolts straight to my clit. He uses his other hand to tap fast on my other nipple, intensifying the sensations.
“Oh, yes, yes.”
As he moves down to kiss my neck, I groan and think that I’ve never been so close to coming just from this kind of foreplay. But with this man, everything seems heightened.
“Take this off,” I demand, tugging at his shirt. He grabs the back of his collar, yanking the tight fabric over his head in one smooth motion. He tosses it aside, the shirt landing somewhere on the floor.
D reaches up, slowly removing his shoulder holster. The gun gleams dully as he sets it aside. I’ve seen plenty of heat before, but fuck me if there isn’t something about the way it sits against his ripped frame that makes my mouth go dry.
I mentally slap myself.
This is just a quick fuck, nothing more.
As D shifts, the shitty lighting catches on his skin. My breath catches in my throat as I clock the mess of scars crisscrossing his body. Some look ancient, others fresh as hell. One nasty fucker runs from his gut clear up to his chest.
