“Yes, Sir.”
Her thighs trembled under his hands as he held her down.
Chapter Seven
She’d tried everything to distract him, but he still looked determined. The way he stared at her, his dark eyes full of menace, made it feel like something was buzzing under her skin. The feel of his hands gripping her thighs was almost enough to make her come, as he put it.
More than anything she wanted to please this man, and if that meant letting him do scandalous things to her body, so be it. She was pretty sure that if she went back to the church and asked the priest, he’d tell her that letting Konstantin kiss her between the legs was very wicked. Maybe if she didn’t ask, she could pretend she didn’t know any better. She wanted to know how it felt, and the need for release was making her not care about Hell so much.
Palms sliding along the smooth, cool glass of the desktop, she wished there was something for her to dig her fingers into.
Desire and anxiety warred, but anxiety was losing fast as the ache between her legs intensified. She wished he’d hold her down and put himself inside her. Having to choose for herself was hurting her head. She wanted him, but she was supposed to make him wait until they were married. Why was being good all her responsibility? It wasn’t fair. If he just went ahead and did it she wouldn’t have to feel so guilty.
“You remember your word to make me stop?”
She arched a brow. “Is there a word to make you go?”
He smacked the inside of her thigh and the sting went straight to her privates. She moaned involuntarily and his responding growl compelled her to edge closer and wordlessly offer herself to him.
His mouth fastened down on the inside of her thigh and he sucked there until it hurt. Her bottom came up off the desk, and she grunted, the discomfort ramping up her arousal. When he pulled back, he’d left a purple mark behind. She stared at it, loving the idea that he’d marked her.
“What did you do to me?”
“It’s a hickey. It means you’re mine.”
A shiver ran through her. If she was his, she could do anything he asked without second-guessing his commands. Wasn’t that what a good, obedient wife did?
She touched the mark, wondering how long it would stay. It made her happy.
Konstantin caught the finger she traced the mark with in his mouth and sucked on it. Although she was prepared to be disgusted, it felt sexy.
Slowly, she pulled her hand closer to where she wanted him.
He chuckled. “Okay, little one. Put your hands on your thighs now and hold them open for me.”
Varushka did as she was told.
“Mmm. Good girl.” For a moment he moved back and admired her, and she struggled to contain her lust and humiliation.
He brought his fingers to her and explored her sex, exposing the area that made her feel weak and fevered.
“Your clit looks lonely, poor thing.” He brushed his lips against her there, and her muscles bunched up at the jolt of pleasure. Doing her best to stay silent, she bit down on her lip as he planted little kisses on the sensitive skin he’d bared. The tip of his tongue darted out, and he flicked a series of featherlike licks around the part that ached. His hands stayed over hers on her thighs, keeping her immobilized. Every touch of his tongue made her want to scream with frustrated pleasure.
“Are you ready?”
Oh god, there was more? “Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.
He drew his tongue over a part of her that made her cry out, even though she was trying to hold it in.
“That’s your clit. Do you want me to stop?”
“No, no. Please,” she begged.
He licked her again and she screamed, the pleasure almost blinding. She started to struggle, unable to process the sensation, but he didn’t let her go. His mouth latched down onto her and he sucked, his lips and tongue driving her mad. Lower he went, drawing a finger through her wetness.
“This is where I’ll put my cock when you let me. Not today, but when you’re ready.”
She remembered the girl from the video and wished he’d put his fingers in her like that. He licked her there, instead, and she ground her teeth together. His finger tickled lower, and she gasped and tried to inch away, but he wouldn’t let her.