I cocked my head to the side, and he seemed to know what I was asking because his lips twisted in a small smirk.
“No, pet. I don’t know how to wax you. Not like Mikhail.”
I flushed.
“The fucker has a perverted fetish, so he learned how to wax off hair. As for me? As much as I love the sight of your bare pussy glistening with want for me, I will take you any way you come in. So why don’t you strip off your clothes and show me what’s mine?”
A gush of heat and arousal came out of me, and suddenly it was hard to breathe.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he said tonelessly as if he was talking about the weather.
I stood up on shaky legs, my hands coming down to the hem of the dress I wore and pulling it up and off my body, leaving me in nothing but skimpy panties.
His gaze made my nipples harden, and my boobs felt heavy.
I crossed my arms over my chest, and he shook his head.
I paused.
He took a slow even step toward me, and I had to stop myself from moving back.
Another step, and then another and another, until he was standing directly in front of me.
He cupped my breast with his large hand, playing with it as I stood there, taking in his face.
Our eyes met, and he leaned down and kissed me, his fingers clutching my nipple and pulling on it roughly.
I whimpered in his mouth.
“We have to wait forty-eight hours after the waxing, so I’m going to take you now, pet. Are you okay with that?”
I could only nod.
He smiled. “I don’t think I can be gentle or slow with you. I want to fucking use you and hear you beg me to stop because it’s too much.” He fisted my hair in one hand and pulled it until I was looking up at him. “I want you to fight me.”
I gulped.
Fight him? Like that was possible. His hand came around me, and he spanked my ass, the sound ringing out loudly in the room.
I gasped, palming my ass and glaring up at him.
“That hurt.”
“I know,” he said viciously. “It’s supposed to hurt. So either run or fight me off, baby. Or I’ll spend the time spanking you while we wait for Mikhail to come wax you.”
He pushed me back until I landed on the bed.
I quickly caught on to his game.
I tried to climb off the bed right away, but Damien caught my legs and pulled me toward him.
I kicked, and the flat of one foot caught him on his jaw.
His head swung back slightly from the move, and I watched him with wide eyes before I got my composure and tried to run away.
He grabbed the waist of my panties and pulled. I fought him off and somehow fell down on the bed, but without my panties.
A look back, and I could see the deranged look in his eyes as he brought the panties up to his nose and sniffed.