Page 20 of Twilight Sins
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YAKOV
I wanted a distraction and I fucking got one.
When Luna stopped next to my table, I thought she’d be good for an hour of fun. I could use her for a reprieve and still meet Nikandr for a late dinner. Then the Gustev Bratva poked their heads out of their little fucking rat hole and everything spiraled out of control.
I’m taking a woman into my bed. That hasn’t happened in… ever. Nikandr will want to hear every detail as an apology for skipping out on our father’s death anniversary. Even though Luna already gave him a little show in the car.
But I don’t need to explain anything to him. There’s nothing to explain. Nothing has changed. In the morning, our father will still be dead and Luna will be long gone.
I step into my room and kick the door closed.
Luna scrapes her nails down my back and grinds her hips against my throbbing erection. “What is happening to me?” she whispers under her breath again and again.
I lay her out on my bed, my hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her. "It's called foreplay. The men in your life have no clue how to treat a woman, do they?”
“I know what foreplay is!” She moves to swat my chest, but I grab her wrist. I slide my fingers over her soft skin, curling my hand around her bicep and across her ribs.
I shouldn’t find this so sexy. This innocent little good girl routine. It’s a waste of my time. If this was a normal night, she’d be two orgasms deep and spent by this point. I’d be halfway to tossing money at her and kicking her out the door.
Except, with Luna, it isn’t a routine. She’s never been with someone like me. A man who knows what he wants. A man who knows what she wants.
I slide her dress up around her waist and take a bite of her inner thigh. I lick the outside of her hip—the bit of skin that teased me all through dinner. She’s wearing some barely-there scrap of lacy lingerie that I’ve seen a thousand times before.
“You put this on for him?” I ask. “For Sergey?”
She squirms under my inspection, her legs pressing together like she can hide from me. “I didn’t know about him. I put it on for me.”
The ragged edge of my thoughts softens. “Good. I’d hate to have to kill Sergey for even dreaming of seeing you like this.”
“No need for violence,” she says with a laugh, stroking her hands through my hair.
“There’s always a need for violence when someone takes what is mine.” I hook my fingers under the lace and tug it down the long stretch of her legs. Then I settle between her trembling thighs. “And tonight, Luna… you are fucking mine.”
I part her with my fingertips and she’s already drenched. Her thighs try to press together, but I force her legs wider.
She thinks she wants to hide, but some version of Luna slipped into a red lace thong before leaving the house tonight. The same version of her that left the restaurant with me.
This good girl likes to toy with darkness; let’s see how she likes being devoured by it.
I drag the flat of my tongue along her slit and her hips jerk off the bed. Each brush of my lips or flick of my tongue sends her squirming further across the mattress. I have to pin her hips down with my arm to keep her in place.
Still, she wriggles. “Yakov, I—I never?—”
“No one has tasted you before?” I ask, looking up the length of her body. I like the idea of that way too fucking much.
She shakes her head. “No. Well… once. But I—” Her words fade into a whimper as I circle my lips around her clit. “Benjy said it wasn’t… You don’t have to.”
Sergey. Benjy. So many men to destroy.
“I don’t do a single fucking thing I don’t want to do, Luna.” I punctuate the point by thrusting my tongue deep into her heat. My lips brush against her swollen skin, and her fingers fist in my hair.
All at once, she relaxes. The tension pours out of her limbs. Her hips circle up to meet my mouth. She takes what she wants because I gave her permission. I told her it was okay.
Which begs the question…
What else should I tell her to do?