Page 90 of Lord of Vice
“It shouldn’t be. I will never hurt you.”
He cocked his head as if by me making the statement, it was something he’d never heard before. “I want to believe you.”
So many questions rushed into my mind, so many thoughts. I wanted to help him solve whatever mystery he’d become embroiled in, but I doubted he’d dare allow me to help into the inner sanctum he’d mentioned. Why should he? I was no one to him.
Or was I?
Lust remained in his eyes, so much so I could swear in the sparkle of sunlight they were dilated. He thrust hard and fast, pushing to the heights of pleasure that surprised me given our location. I was breathing so hard, trying to keep my wits about me as the pleasure rocketed to the highest degree.
“Who was she?” I dared to ask. In my heart, I realized he’d fallen into a similar kind of despair to what I’d been driven into many years before.
I could tell he was remembering, his eyes glassing over for a few seconds. “She was a woman in Russia, a distant cousin. Don’t worry. What we shared wasn’t taboo, just unexpected,” he said far too quietly. “My father sent me to the country for a meeting, his attempt at trying to lay the base for exporting diamonds, an important innovation for our empire. It was his attempt at going legit.”
“Why you?”
“Because he was a wanted man for disappearing. I met Katarina the day I arrived. She was… as ballsy as you are, although you are much more challenging.” He smiled, although his lips remained thin, spinning me around in the water as he brushed his hands down my back.
“You met Misha there.”
“Yes, on the streets by accident. It was the day Katarina had accompanied me to the meeting at a local restaurant, knowing the oligarch enjoyed the company of beautiful women. Only things went south, the man hungering for revenge on my father.”
Exhaling, I cupped his face. “So he took it out on you.”
“Yes. Misha was there in the alley, foraging for food in the dumpster. He saved my life, but Katarina was lost. It nearly destroyed me.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“We all have our crosses to bear, my beautiful dancer. Some more than others.”
“You owe your life to Misha.”
There was such sadness in his eyes, such remorse. “Yes, I do.”
“Then don’t distrust him. I feel it in my bones. You are his hero.”
“I’m no one’s hero.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No more talking.”
It was so easy to let go with him, to pretend as if this was forever when I knew better. But As I lolled my head, he pressed his lips against the side of my neck, licking and nipping. The tingling sensations only increased, the insanity of the entire situation barely in the forefront of my mind.
“Oh. Oh. Oh…” As with everything else about him, it was far too easy to get lost in the revelry, the free feeling pushing a climax to the surface.
“Come for me, pretty Penny. I want you slickening my cock.” With that, he pumped even more brutally, thrusting me into the side of the pool in a jarring manner.
Not that I cared.
Panting, I found myself clawing his back, no longer able to focus. And still, everything about this moment was sheer madness. The situation. The danger. The man himself. I managed to place both hands on a solid wall of muscle, doing what I could to garner a little space between us. He was having none of it, twisting his hold on my hair as he continued fucking me.
When his mouth claimed mine once again, I wasn’t certain I’d ever relearn to breathe. The taste and touch of him was all consuming.
Overwhelming more than before.
But between the rush of adrenaline and one of intense excitement, I never wanted this moment to end. Perhaps I was truly the bad girl he claimed I was after all, craving the kind of passion only he’d ever provided, and the danger that kept us both on a delicious precipice.
Maybe my initial thought I’d lost my mind was the real truth. Yet the way he hungered for me, the longing that there was no mistaking in his eyes was absolutely exhilarating.