Torrid (Sordid 2)

He unthreaded the tie from his collar, moving slowly as if distracted. “I did. I’m kinda surprised you didn’t give up.”

It wasn’t in my nature to give up. Like Vasilije, I usually got what I wanted, but I actually had to work for it. I was banking hard on the enemy of my enemy becoming my friend, but as I evaluated the guy in a suit across the room from me, I wondered if I was a fool. He didn’t look at me like he wanted to be my friend.

He looked like a guy who wanted to fuck me and throw me away, just like my father had done to my mother. The difference was I knew who I was dealing with. I might not outsmart the devil, but I was willing to deal with him.

He pulled off his shoes and socks.

I sat straight on the edge of the bed, my legs crossed and the sides of the robe stacked over my knees to cover me. My pulse ticked upward as he stalked forward and undid the top two buttons of his dress shirt, raw lust dripping from his expression. He was so fucking attractive. Vasilije was a beautiful, poisonous flower, luring me to come closer. I’d be so distracted I’d never notice his trap, or how he started to devour me until it was too late.

He gripped my chin and tilted my head back, forcing my gaze on his. The smile smeared across his lips was lewd. “Have you been thinking about fucking me all day today?”

“Yes.” It was the truth.

“Me, too.” Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. He bent down, bringing his lips almost to mine, and my eyes closed as I prepared for his kiss. Just as I felt his warm breath on my skin, he pushed my chin away and drew back, teasing me. Denying what he’d been promising a split-second ago.

Fuck him. Did he think I cared about whether he kissed me? I didn’t, I told myself. I absolutely did not care if he wanted to cover my mouth with his or slide his soft tongue past my lips and taste me.

His focus and hands went to the knot at my waist, and he ripped it free, flinging the robe open. His gaze scraped down me from head to toe, inspecting the white mesh and lace decorating my body. “You’re such a good girl.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, and the gesture made it seem like he could barely contain his excitement. “Too bad I’m going to ruin you.”

“Please,” I said, holding back the eye roll. “How good can I be? Are you forgetting I killed someone?”

He chuckled darkly. “Fuck, no, that makes you hotter.” He shoved a hand into my hair and gripped the strands at the base of my skull, yanking me to my feet. “I meant I’m gonna ruin your virgin pussy.”

Well, get on with it, then. I’d waited long enough, had endured his threats. It was time for him to show me they weren’t empty.

It was cold as he peeled down a side of the robe, letting it hang on one shoulder. My chest rose and fell with my rapid, shallow breaths, which drew his attention to my bra. I watched his tongue as he licked his lips, and it made my stomach clench.

Cool fingertips skimmed over my hips and around my back, drawing me into his arms, and then Vasilije’s warm mouth was on my collarbone. It carved a path downward, leaving a trail of damp skin behind and causing goosebumps to break out on my flesh. Like every molecule of my skin was rising up to get close to him.

The tip of his tongue drew a line between my breasts, and when he reached the small band at the center of the bra, he changed course. His lips followed the curve of my breast, sucking and nipping at me through the lace.

I took in air in controlled sips. What he was doing felt shockingly good, and the sight of it was even better. His open mouth soaked the bra cup, and his tongue stroked my hard nipple through the damp fabric. When I issued a soft sigh, the fingertips on the small of my back urged me forward. They urged me to arch my back and push my breast deeper into his mouth.

Not only did I comply, I threaded a hand through his hair and held his head. His noise of approval sent a rush of desire through me. How long would he tease me like this before taking the bra off? How long until the virginal white panties were wadded on the floor?

“You like this?” he said, and ensnared my nipple between his teeth, pulling it away from my body. It hurt, but in a good, pleasurable way, and it was so sexy how his dark eyes looked up at me.