I felt especially bare seeing as I didn’t have any panties or bras here with me, something I’d have to demand he rectify.
“I stopped by your place and grabbed some of your things, figured you’d want them, although I much prefer you like this.” He scented my hair again and I suppressed a shiver. “All vulnerable and smelling like me.”
It took a second to let his words sink in, and when they did, I glanced over my shoulder at him.
“You stopped by my place to get my things?”
Kostya lifted a hand and played with a strand of my hair. I should have smacked him away and told him to fuck off, yet I liked the feel when his fingers gently brushed against the side of my neck.
“I did. It was harder said than done seeing as your father has his little bitches watching the place.” He leaned in and kept staring in my eyes. “But I figured you’d want your stuff. Toothbrush, lotions, maybe something else…”
For a second I wasn’t sure what he meant and then when it clicked, I felt my heart beat overtime. My necklace.
“As much as you hate me,” he whispered in Russian. “I can’t deny you anything, can’t stand to see you upset, malishka.” Baby.
I wanted to be pissed at him even more for saying all these things, for making me feel anything but hatred toward him. But he spoke to me so intimately. He spoke to me like he used to. Like he cared.
I shifted slightly, but the way I was positioned made it so I pretty much had to stay pressed to him.
But I couldn’t deny he felt good.
He leaned down and nuzzled the side of my throat, which shouldn’t have felt as good as it did.
It should’ve pissed me off more that I was reacting this way, but I clearly had no control over my body. Instead all I felt was a burning desire that was so new and foreign to me that I never wanted it to end.
“Why don’t you say thank you, sweetheart?”
I faced back forward and closed my eyes, biting my lip hard enough it stung. “How about you go fuck yourself.”
He chuckled and groaned. “Keep biting back, sweetheart. It turns me on.”
When I felt him run his tongue along the shell of my ear, I shivered.
“You’re the only one who has ever stood up against me once I became the monster I am.” He dragged his tongue down the side of my neck, lapping at my pulse point. “Never realized how fucking hot it was for you to fight me.”
My pussy throbbed in time with my heart beating.
“So tell me. Tell me how you’d lie in bed at night and touch yourself…”
I was not about to tell him any of that, especially how I used my vibrator, how I thought about him every time I got myself off. I looked over my shoulder as realization spread through me as he slowly smiled all satisfied-like. My mortification rose tenfold. He knows about my vibrator.
“Come on, sweetheart. Just describe how you’d lie there in the dark, pretty, lean thighs spread wide, and fingers buried in your cunt as you played with yourself.”
I shook my head and held in my moan. I clenched my teeth as I felt him start to run slow circles over my hip again. Over and over again, the material of the shirt slowly slipped up. Up. Up.
But I couldn’t find the strength to stop him.
“Tell me what you thought about,” Kostya murmured, his lips pressed to the side of my neck.
It was such an intimate yet innocent touch that I grew wetter. Those two warring touches seemed to go against everything he stood for, he embodied.
I exhaled the shuddering breath but still didn’t respond, which had a low, deep chuckle leaving him. It wasn’t a sound of amusement, but one that told me he was enjoying this a little too much.
He was definitely getting off on me defying him.
“I’m not going to tell you anything.” In my head, those words sounded fiercer then they actually were when I spoke. He made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat, still rubbing his thumb back and forth over my hip bone.
“Krasavitsa,” he murmured. Beauty. “You don’t have to tell me anything. My imagination is pretty fucking vivid.”
I closed my eyes at his lewd words, at his profanity. Why was that turning me on? I was so wet, so slippery that my inner thighs were slick because of my arousal. God, I was naked underneath his shirt. No panties, no bra.
How could I be so stupid? I literally had no barrier, no defenses under this thin cotton. But there were only so many times a girl could wear the same bra and panties, and mine were currently drying in the bathroom after I washed them out in the sink.