Page 65 of Twilight Sins

The black cami falls to the tops of my thighs in a lace ruffle, but there are high slits up the sides. I know from looking at myself in the mirror before I came down that he can see the curve of my hip and the thin strap of the mostly sheer matching panties.

It’s exactly where Yakov’s eyes are fixed when I look back to him. “My turn.”

“A real question this time,” he warns darkly. “One I can answer.”

“Why did you bring me back to your mansion?”

“You were in danger.”

“You could have taken me somewhere else,” I say. “You have to have other houses, right? You could have put me on a private jet and sent me to some unknown island somewhere. But you brought me here… to your house… where you haven’t brought any other woman before. Why?”

Yakov leans forward. For a second, I think he’s going to stand up and pull his jeans off. If he isn’t going to answer, at least I’ll be left with a nice view.

Instead, he curls his finger under my chin and down my neck. He rubs the black satin bow on my shoulder between his fingers. “Because you intrigue me.”

“That’s not a real answer.” My voice is shaky. I hope he can’t tell.

“It’s the only one you’re going to get.” He slips a finger under my shoulder strap, following the line down to the curve of my chest. “Does this mansion really feel like a prison cell?”

I want to take off another layer. I want Yakov to rip it off of me with his teeth. But my brain is short circuiting. Before I can stop myself, I’m answering his question.

“No,” I breathe. “No, it doesn’t. It hasn’t for… for a long time.”

He slides his hands under the lace ruffle and over my ribs.

“But I answered the question.”

He drags his calloused hands over my skin. “I think that deserves an award, don’t you?”

Yes. Yes, I do.

He peels the lace over my head. His mouth trails the fabric. He bites the underside of my boob and circles his tongue around my nipple. I arch forward, and he takes me into his mouth.

“I still get to ask another question.” I plant my hands on his chest, trying to give myself space to think. Instead the only thing running through my mind is how good his hot skin feels. How I want to touch more of him, all of him.

“The game is over. We’re playing a new game now.”

He drives his hand between my legs. For a second I let him distract me with friction I feel in my bones. I spread my thighs apart and slip to the edge of the chair. I could let him finish me like this. It wouldn’t take much. I’m already so close.

But I don’t want to wake up tomorrow feeling the way I did this morning.

“Okay, a new game,” I rasp, pushing him back so he settles on the edge of the coffee table. I unzip his pants slowly, making my intentions perfectly clear. “I’ll play if you will.”

He fists his hand in the back of my hair with a growl. “Ask your fucking question.”

“Why do I intrigue you?”

I lean in and take him in one hot stroke. My tongue drags along the underside of him while his hand tightens in my hair.

It’s a self-serving question maybe, but I’ll reward him for indulging me. I need to know what we’re doing here.

“Fuck, Luna.” His thigh clenches under my hand. There’s a strain in his voice I haven’t heard before. His hips shift as he thrusts into my mouth.

He pries my hand off his leg. “Touch yourself.”

There isn’t room to be embarrassed. Yakov may not want me, but he wants this as much as I do. My sheer panties are soaked through. I shove them aside and circle a finger over the ache between my legs. A moan slips between my lips.

“Faster,” Yakov orders. He tightens his hand on the back of my head and pulls me onto him. “Don’t stop until you come. I want to watch.”