Page 87 of Cashmere Cruelty
“Matvey,” April sighs against me, wrapping her legs around me, “that was rude.”
Laughter bubbles up to my lips. “I pay housekeeping well,” I tell her, smothering a chuckle in the curve of April’s neck. God, this woman will be the death of me.
“You’re such a—ah!” April gasps, digging her fingers into my hair as I eat her whole. “Nightmare… customer?—”
I lick a wet stripe along her jugular, right up to her soft earlobe. “I’ve never had any complaints.”
“You—liar?—!”
April’s voice breaks as soon as my teeth come out to play. I nip at the shell of her ear, drinking in the sweet sounds pouring from her lips.
How many times can I make her fall apart? How many ways?
Let’s find out.
I kiss and suck at every place I can reach. Bruises, bitemarks—I want her covered in them. I want her covered inme.
Her belly juts against me, reminding me,You’ve already done that. Look at the proof.
It’s not enough.
I grab her dress on either side of the plunging V-neck, wanting to rip it off of her. April seems to guess my plan, because her hands rush to cover mine. “Oh, don’t youdare.”
I smirk. “But it’d look so much better on the floor.”
That’s a lie. It’s just that she’d look so much better without it.
“Kill my dress and I’ll kill you.”
I grab her chin and tilt her to the side, making room for myself to whisper in her ear, “I’d like to see you try,kalina.”
Just like that, we’re kissing again, open-mouthed and dirty. I decide to spare her dress—I do like it on her, after all—and settle for yanking the cups down, taking her bra with me. I squeeze her breasts in my palms: full, ripe,mine.A feast for one.
I duck my head to take one into my mouth, and April keens. “Oh, God?—”
“God has nothing to do with this,” I snarl. “It’s all me. It’s my name you should be calling.”
I bite down on her nipple, dragging a gasp from April’s throat. I suck, circling it with my tongue, taking advantage of thesegorgeous breasts for as long as I can have them for myself.No offense, kid—Daddy can be a little jealous.
I run my hands up her thighs, prying them apart. April doesn’t get the chance to beg for her lingerie: as soon as my fingers find the lacy hem, I tear her panties right off.
“You…!” she gasps, outrage and pleasure mixing together. “You owe me a new pair.”
“I’ll buy as many as you like.”
“Matvey…!”
I plunge my fingers inside, finding her wet and needy.Fuck.She’s drenched. Ten minutes, and she’s already like this.
“Did you miss me this much?” I tease, circling her clit with my thumb. It’s the barest hint of pressure, and yet she’s already moaning.
“No,” April lies, hips fucking back onto my hand.
“Mm. Is that so?”
Suddenly, I pull away. April blinks, dazed and lost, until her gaze meets mine. “What…?”
I tut her. “Naughtykalina.Lying to my face. I think you deserve to be punished.”