Like a bolt of lightning, it struck me. Oh, to have such control over a powerful man. Intoxicating like a drug, so why not see where this would go?
I winked. “In fact, I’m keeping your shirt.”
And on that note, I left the room.
Chapter
Twenty-Two
Kirill
That little temptress.
Not even a cold shower could ease the boiling in my blood. Having her once wasn’t enough. She departed my room with the coyness of a siren, but left behind her clothes, including her white underwear. I used that piece of fabric to jack off in the shower. Her tight cunt was the closest to heaven I could imagine. Surprisingly, I lasted, but not long enough to flip her on all fours and fuck her from behind.
I slammed my palm on the tiles as I ejaculated. “Fuck.”
Trust. I needed to win her trust in order to do all the filthy things to her. The desire to fuck her raw. To have her mouth wrapped around my cock while she choked on it. Lucy on all fours, at my mercy, her hands gripped behind her back while I rammed into her repeatedly.
Now that I’d experienced how her body felt against mine, the highlight was watching her come.
She was glorious. And dangerous to my sanity. Lucy kept stirring disturbing epiphanies inside me. I did not deny it. That was A1 sex. Sounded cliché, but it was different. It felt different.
Months of wanting to fuck the sass out of her and I hungered for more.
I could have sought relief elsewhere at any of those gentlemen’s clubs. Blow jobs, meaningless sex. But just the idea left a distaste in my mouth because I wasn’t lying to Lucy about the vows I said to her. I could have convinced myself that they didn’t count, but I would be lying to myself. This marriage had an invisible shackle on my dick whether I liked it or not. And Lucy held the key.
I must have spent a long time in the shower because when I walked into the kitchen, Lucy was already there chatting with Sorcha.
It appeared they were discussing dinner for the next few days. My housekeeper was smiling as she was writing my wife’s wish list.
“Apple pie, cream puff, I do like dulce de leche cake…my favorite one is from that food truck I told you about. They have it on Wednesdays, so maybe you can send someone to get it.”
“I can go,” Sorcha said. “I know which one you’re talking about.”
“Are we having just dessert for dinner this week?” I gravitated toward Lucy and put a proprietary hand on her hip, drawing her against me and planting a kiss at the side of her temple the way I saw Ivan do to Irina. That might have been premeditated on my part, but I could get used to doing this affectionate gesture.
Lucy stiffened for a second, but later melted into me.
I liked that. She also smelled fantastic. Although I preferred my scent all over her and I couldn’t wait to dirty her up again.
“Don’t worry, there’s real food in there,” Lucy said with amusement. “Sorcha is making a prime rib on Wednesday. You’ll be home, right?”
“I will. How about you?”Will you be around Trevor again, I didn’t say aloud but my tone came out sharper.
Lucy leaned away so she could stare up at me, eyes narrowing. “I’ll be home this week. I was going to ask you…” There was a hesitation on her part by the way she worried her bottom lip.
I raised a brow to prompt her.
“The basement is unused except for storage. I wondered if I could use part of it for my work.”
“There are spare rooms in the house,” I told her. “Why the basement?”
“It’s a bigger contiguous space, and you’ve seen my apartment, right?”
A cringe warred with a grin. The grin won. “Yes. I’ve seen your apartment.”
“The staff would be off-limits.”
