I have no words. No thoughts.
Pleasure has built inside me so slowly that now I’m forced to fully acknowledge it. It’s bubbling over like a simmering pot, and nothing else exists inside me.
Ruslan twists his hand, presses the heel of his palm down firmly, and rubs against my pussy. That last note of pressure is all I need and I come hard, choking on moans as they surge out of me and past my fingers. Not once do I look away from Ruslan. Something about the intensity of his gaze keeps me utterly pinned as I shake and quiver under him, my core pulsing rhythmically to the rock of his hand.
“Good girl.”
If I hadn’t just come, I would have come the moment his velvet voice purred out those words just above a whisper. My cheeks burn hotter as he releases me and removes his hand and the sponge from between my legs.
“I wonder just what you’ll do if I gave you the real thing?” Ruslan muses, adjusting the covers over me. The sponge lands in the basin with a splash. “Guess I’ll have to find out one day, hmm?” He winks at me, but before I can reply, the hinges of the door creak and light floods the room.
“Ruslan,” comes Valentina’s voice. “I’m back. Also, you’ve got a call.”
“Thanks. Can you watch her?” He glances over his shoulder. “She’s trembling, not sure if it’s cold or a fever.”
“Sure. You want me to call the doctor?”
“Just stay with her for now.” He shoots me a smirk and then vanishes, leaving me to hide the after effects of my orgasm as Valentina appears.
“How are you feeling?” she asks, her eyes darting over me and then to the basin of water.
“I’m okay,” I croak softly.
“You’re flushed.” Valentina leans forward and presses the back of her fingers to my forehead. “And hot.”
I can’t tell her the truth. I’ll burn up from humiliation, so instead I adjust the covers and seek out a distraction. “I never got to thank you.”
Valentina sits in the chair next to me, frowning slightly. “Thank me?”
“For saving me that day Ruslan and I were kidnapped.”
She waves one elegant hand at me, shaking her head. “It’s what we do. You don’t need to thank me.”
“I do,” I insist. “I’m just me, y’know?”
Valentina’s lips purse. “You’re not justyou, Ivy. You’re caught in the middle of something big. You understand that, don’t you?”
The peace from Ruslan’s attention fades in an instant. “I do.”
“And Ruslan is a dangerous man. Do you understand that?”
Is she trying to warn me about something? There’s no way she can know what we were just up to, but there does seem to be concern in her eyes. Ruslan might be dangerous, but compared to everything else? He’s an angel.
I nod slowly. “I know he is.”
“There’s a difference between knowing and understanding, Ivy. You have to be careful.”
Is she trying to warn me away?
It might be too late for that.
16
RUSLAN
“Kraven!” The doors slam open, bounce against the wall, and swing closed behind me as I stride through, almost taking out Raven who walks behind me.
Several Russian guards spill out of the woodwork, but there’s hesitation. Uncertainty.
