I chuckle. “That’s lucky for me.”
Her cheeks flush a little. “How long do we have before Noah and Jazz get back?”
“A few minutes.”
“I know we just showered…” She cuts herself short and bites her lip.
“But?”
She shrugs out of her bathrobe, letting it fall on the floor.
I clench my jaw. Hard. “Tatiana.” The sight of her naked has always tormented my cock, which, predictably, rises to the occasion.
She bends over, steadying herself with her hands on the vanity, and pushes out her ass.
Fuck.
I shouldn’t repeat mistakes twice. I’ve just been mentally flogging myself over taking advantage of her, but my brain short-circuits every time her clothes come off. She’s offering herself. Only to me. No one else will touch her. Not like this. I’ll make sure of that.
Possessiveness propels me forward.
Dropping the towel, I stop behind her. “Who do you belong to, Tatiana?”
She doesn’t answer, enraging the beast by taunting me.
I cup her soft hips. “You’re playing a dangerous game, wife.”
The way she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip is shy and innocent. The woman in front of me reminds me of the woman I claimed five years ago, but a bit of the new Tatiana shines through. The old Tatiana wouldn’t have been so bold. We never got to the stage where she made the first move, and it’s fucking driving me wild.
I cup her pussy to test how ready she is for me lest I lose every shred of the little control I have left and impale her on my cock before I’ve prepared her.
As it turns out, she’s soaking wet.
Goddamn.
She makes me lose my mind.
Twisting her hair around my fist, I tug her head up so she faces me in the mirror. “What do you want, Tatiana?”
I can’t stop saying her name. For five long years, I haven’t spoken it once. As long as I couldn’t say it to her in person, I refused to utter it out loud. It was the carrot I dangled in front of my face, a sick motivation compelling me to find her.
Now that I have, I can’t get enough of the sound of it, of the way my tongue caresses the syllables, the way her breath catches on a hitch every time I call her by her name when I’m preparing to fuck her.
Her brazen gaze meets mine. “Do whatever you want.”
That used to be her code for kinky play. She could never ask me outright for what she wanted. She’d been too shy. But she trusted me to know what she needed.
“You sure about that?” My voice drops an octave. “Do you think your pussy can handle it?”
She turns wetter in my palm. I won’t even need a lubricant.
Her beautiful jade-colored eyes flare when I pick up her hairbrush. I don’t tell her not to move. I press a hand between her shoulder blades, keeping her down, because that’s what she wants. She wants me to take control. All of it.
My command is authoritative. “Spread your legs.”
She obeys without hesitation, lifting her ass higher.
“Good girl.” I smooth the flat end of the brush over her ass cheek. “You are my good girl, aren’t you? Or have you been bad? Do I need to punish you?”
