We’re both starting to slur our words, the alcohol buzzing through our veins. But while I might be further gone, Big Boy is beginning to loosen up, too.
He unbuttons his shirt a bit more, the shirt parting to show off a sliver of tanned and inked, cut abs. A trail of dark hair disappears beneath the fabric, begging to be followed.
Fuck me.
I’ve seen my share of cocks, but this… this is different.
The sheer size of him, the raw power thrumming just beneath the surface… it makes my cunt clench.
I’ve fucked men, butthisman, with the body of a warrior god and the eyes of the devil… I know one taste will never be enough. He’ll fucking ruin me.
I want to run my tongue over his abs, taste his sweat.
I want to taste blood as I sink my teeth into his pecs, mark him as mine.
I want him to throw me against the wall and fuck me, hard and fast and brutal.
Antoncatches me eye-fucking him and smirks, dragging his barstool until his legs are caging me in.
Oh, I fucking love this.
His body is radiating heat like crazy, and he smells so fucking good, so fucking male. It’s making my head swim with dirty, dirty thoughts.
“I’ll ask again,krasotka. What were you really doing at the club tonight?” His voice is a deep growl that I feel in my cunt.
He pours me another generous shot of vodka, his fingers brushing mine as he hands me the glass. Sitting back, he spreads his long, muscular legs wider, putting that impressive bulge on obscene display for me.
I lick my suddenly dry lips and knock back the shot, loving the way it blazes down my throat.
“Damn it, you’ve asked me that a hundred fucking times.” The words come out all breathy and needy.Fuck.
The room starts to blur, everything fading into the background until all that’s left is him and this ache between my legs that just won’t quit.
“That’s because,krasotka, you’re not telling me the truth.” His words are starting to slur just a bit more, but his gaze is intense.
I pour another round.
Fuck, stay focused, Clara. Time to spin a story.
“I was working. Scoping out the competition, you might say. I’m in… acquisitions.”
His brows wing up. “Is that so? And just what were you hoping to… acquire?”
I smile slyly, fingering the rim of my glass. “Ah ah ah, you’ve had your question. My turn.”
I lean forward, lowering my lashes. “Tell me,Anton… what’s a powerful man like you doing slumming at a club like Viper?”
He knocks back his shot, eyes never leaving mine. “Like you, I’m a collector of sorts. And when something catches my eye…” His gaze drags purposefully down my body. “I just have to have it.”
Christ on a cracker.
I suppress a shiver, heat flooding my veins that has nothing to do with the vodka.
Focus, Clara.
“And just what caught your eye tonight?”
He shrugs, and I can’t help but track the way his muscles bunch beneath the fabric of his shirt. “Trouble, I suppose. A beautiful woman, asking too many questions in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sound familiar?”
