Page 36 of The Councilor

As I dominated her tongue, I heard a series of sweet moans, which only enticed me more. The desire for her was only building. Forget patience. Forget waiting to allow her to become accustomed to her new life.

The possessiveness inside of me continued to grow, so much so I was tingling all over. That had also never happened. Ever. Women were supposed to be objects and nothing more. Then again, Vadim had reminded me, women were the very reason powerful men succeeded.

Maybe I’d need to thank him at some point.

The way she tried to maneuver her hand between us was thrilling and I pulled my hips away, allowing her access. But goddamn. When her lithe fingers touched my aching bulge, I drifted into being a young man again, being unable to hold back for very long.

She arched her back, pushing her stomach against mine. Every move she made was only pushing my drive into something explosive. When I finally broke the kiss, I cupped both sides of her face, keeping mine close but with enough distance to allow me to study her beautiful eyes. She was not uncertain, fearful but as with all things with her, there was a hint of excitement.

Even the way she brushed her fingers down my arms lightly like a feather kept my balls tight. I dragged my tongue around her lips, even biting down on her lower one.

Her moans escalated and she closed her eyes, her breathing delightfully ragged.

With everything we’d already been through, it was amazing there was anything but hatred. She’d changed from the sexy dress I’d seen her wearing into jeans and a top. The second outfit was much more her, highlighting her youthful appearance and her refusal to comply with her father’s harsh standards.

There was no more holding back, no ability to control myself. I fumbled with the button and zipper on her jeans but only briefly, my forcefulness bringing a slight laugh to her lips. I sensed she wanted to ask what I was doing but understood I was in full control.

After finally unbuttoning and unzipping, I rolled my hand under her leg, pulling it up by several inches so I could untie her tennis shoe.

“Red is your color,” I said in a tone I didn’t even recognize. It was laced with absolute lust, the need only building.

“Nothing better than Converse.” Her laugh was nervous.

I tossed the one aside, repeating the action with her other leg, this go-around taking my time to caress her leg. Touching her was an artform and one I planned on practicing over and over again.

“What are you doing?” she finally asked.

“Providing two things. One, a taste of what happens if you don’t follow the rules. More important, a better understanding of what I crave and how you’re going to fulfill all my needs.”

“A possessive man.”

“You have no idea,” I told her as I peeled the dense material over her hips. “But I assure you, my princess, that I am very good at what I do.”

I could tell she was trying to figure out some kind of a retort, her eyes glassing over. Perhaps there was nothing for her to say.

Nothing that mattered anyway.

I yanked her jeans off, exposing the cutest thong in passion purple I’d ever seen. I wasn’t yet ready to rip it off her body. That would come soon enough. I spun her around as I’d done before, this time lifting her onto the counter, shoving aside the few things that were in the way. As soon as I eased her onto her back, she gasped and tried to sit up immediately.

“I don’t belong to you,” she said in a nervous whisper, totally unlike her usual defiance.

“That’s where you’re wrong. I already told you that you are mine by way of contract but it’s more than that.” I rolled my fingers underneath her shirt. Instantly, goosebumps appeared floating across her naked skin.

She covered both eyes with her hands, her husky moans turning to groans.

Why did that please me so much?

I dared slide two fingers from one side of the thin elastic of her thong to the other. I didn’t need to see her entire face to knowshe was blushing. Just something else to adore about her. She wasn’t jaded, wasn’t a typical woman of means who practiced how they’d act around a man. So many were either power hungry or longing for their version of a trophy husband. Often, the arrangement worked.

But in the short time I’d become accustomed to stepping up to the plate, my needs had changed. I wanted what Vadim had. Was it possible lightning could strike twice? Of that I wasn’t certain.

One day at a time, as my mother would tell me.

I pressed my thumb against her clit, not yet rubbing. I was merely allowing the pressure to build. She could deny she wanted this all she wanted but she would be lying to herself.

Her initial gasps were ones of shock, but they quickly turned into something else altogether.

She was embarrassed, the adorable redness floating across her jaw keeping my attention rapt. There was something about her vitality that kept my cock at full attention.