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His world is a strange one and I’m not sure I will fit in, but I owe it to myself to try. I want to try and as we head to his room, he guides me toward the shower.
Everything about Arman is excessive and his bathroom is no different. As we walk into the huge walk-in shower, the jets start on sensors or something and the water that rains down on us is the perfect temperature.
He pulls me into his arms as the steam surrounds us and kisses me with a passion that heats me far more than the water temperature.
His mouth is wicked in speech and in actions, and I lose myself in the moment when he is all I can see. He has invaded every sense I own and I don’t know where I end and he begins. He is inside every part of me as he controls my mind and body to get what he wants.
My breasts graze his chest and his cock presses hard against my throbbing pussy. I thought we were done but he has other ideas and he pulls back and turns his attention to my neck as he gently sucks it and grazes it with his teeth.
He reaches for the soap and gently massages it into my breasts, slowly, softly and as if he has all the time in the world. He moves lower and cleans up the mess he made earlier and I gasp as his thumb caresses my clit as he moves the soap around to my ass.
I am so happy.
At this moment there is only us in the world and we can move mountains between us. Nothing else matters but this moment and as I lean over and grab a handful of soap, I grin, “My turn.”
This time, I allow myself free exploration rights over his body, loving how his muscles constrict under my fingers and his cock dances for my enjoyment. I do this to him. He is mine to control too, and I take my time exploring every inch of new territory.
His cock is thick and long and as I hold it between my hands, I rub my thumb over the crown and his low hiss makes me smile.
“Fuck, malysh, what are you doing to me?” His soft growl is incredibly sexy and I can’t help myself and drop to my knees before him again. Unlike the last time, this is more intimate. Less of a statement and more of a declaration, because I can’t deny that I worship this man anymore. It may be a fleeting moment, but one I will never forget and I kiss the top of his crown and run my tongue around the throbbing head.
His tortured groan mixes with the force of the water raining down on me and as the steam surrounds us in mystery, I slide him home once again.
I never realized I would love this as much as I do. When I suck him, I own him. I’m in charge. I control the beast and it empowers, not degrades me and as he slowly pushes in deeper, I cup his balls as if I’m taking communion and squeeze them gently. Slowly I rotate them and he hisses, “Fuck, that is so good.”
I suck and squeeze his cock and he groans, “This is fucking torture. I want to be inside you now.”
He pulls me to my feet and slams my back against the shower wall and wastes no time in kicking my legs apart and sliding in home. The dark gleam in his eyes excites me as he stares at me deeply and says huskily, “I fucking love being inside you.”
My back hits the wall as he pushes in hard, faster and with more passion than before. It’s an erotic fantasy come true as the steam swirls around us and he fills my body, dancing inside me, a victory dance of the most depraved kind. I shouldn’t want this situation. I shouldn’t have given myself to him so quickly and so freely, and I certainly shouldn’t be doing it without protection.
But I trust him.
God knows why. Luckily I’m on birth control and clean, so what happens here will have no consequences, except to shred my morality into tattered pieces that he can hang as flags decorating my soul.
I am his. I already know that and if I’m only his for a day, a week, or even a month, I still wouldn’t change a thing.
CHAPTER 36
ARMAN
It’s as if I have been stumbling through the darkness for my entire life, just feeling my way through until that spotlight shone on Ellie and I took one look into her trusting eyes.
At that moment, she was lost. It highlighted how vulnerable she was, how alone and terrified. She was also free. Standing in a room full of strangers staring at her. Desiring her. Pitying her and wanting her.
It hit me hard. She is mine. No matter what happens next, fate delivered her to me for a reason. She is the one I was always meant to find, and possessive fury erupted inside me. I bid one million dollars to make a statement.
She is worth more than that.
I would have bid more if necessary.
I made a declaration in front of the entire room that she is off limits. She is mine and worth more to me than money, my family and my business.
Without her, I am the poorest man alive and I almost lost her. She walked away from me and who knows what might have happened. Ellie was a person of considerable interest when I discovered her and that interest has only increased since I abducted her off the street.
We fucked multiple times last night.
She is exhausted.