Page 48 of Seduction (Wicked Vows)

She turns and is gone.

“Who was that?” Vera asks. “And why did she call you Nikko?”

I shrug as we walk toward the car and don’t reply. Adrenaline surges through me, and I want to punch something. “She mistook me for someone named Nikko. Someone she taught.” I give her a forced smile. “Grade school for me would’ve been over twenty years ago.”

Vera snorts as she gets into the car. “I forget how old you are.”

Oh, I look very fucking similar. I close the door with a bang. I have to change the subject.

The doors are tinted, and we’re alone. We’re so close our knees touch in the warm, dark interior. I reach my hand as if to caress her but lace my fingers through her hair and give it a sharp pull. “Are you calling me old?”

Her eyes go wide for a fraction of a second before she licks her lips and smirks at me. “No,” she says with a hint of mockery in her tone. “Never. . . Grandpa.”

I tighten my grip and bring my mouth to her ear. “Do I need to take you over my knee?”

My gaze lingers on her neck. Her pulse is beating rapidly when she swallows. “You do,” she says softly. “I really think you do.” I pull her head back slightly to expose her neck and shoulder, where I place a mix of soft and demanding kisses. She stifles a moan, and I drag my teeth along her collarbone and bite.

She gasps, but I hold her in place with my hand on her nape. “No. Not yet.” I wait until she submits, her body softening toward me before I release her hair and tenderly cradle her chin. Warmth spreads across my chest with the urge to protect her, even though I know I must seduce her. But I’m left pondering. When does the act of seduction become true affection?

“You’ve had too much to drink, Vera.”

“And you had nothing. I noticed you didn’t touch a drop.” Our whispered words in the dark, hidden back of the car linger in the air.

“I used to. Used to smoke weed and drink myself under the table. But no more.”

She runs the tip of her finger over my shoulder, barely touching me. “Why not?”

“Because I’ve learned that I like to be in control.”

“Really?” she says with a little laugh. The vibrant green of her eyes seems to intensify. “Shocking.”

I shake my head and make a little tsking sound. “Careful, young lady. You’ve already earned yourself one spanking.”

When she tries to look away, I bring her gaze back to mine. “When we get back to that room, you’re going to strip for me. I want to see your beautiful, naked body. I want to see every inch of you.” I bend closer and whisper in her ear. “I want to paint your ass red before I taste you. You’ll be my dessert tonight.”

“Oh God,” she says with a groan. “You can’t do that.”

I rest my hand on her thigh and tighten my grip. “I can and will. You know you’ve been imagining this.”

“Imagining what?” She barely manages to whisper.

“Everything. What it would be like to draped over my lap while I spank you. To surrender all control to me. To feel the blend of arousal and pain before I lay you out and lick your pussy. My hot, wet tongue eating you out. Don’t lie to me, Vera, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“And what if I have?” she whispers as I drag my thumb along the very top of one nipple. I give it a squeeze, and she hisses in a breath. “What then?”

“Then we’ll have to see where fantasy meets reality. There’s only one way to find out what you really like.”

“What’s that?” She stifles a moan when I lift her top and drag one finger along the swell of her breast before I tease the hardened nipple.

“Try everything.”

Her eyes flutter shut. “Markov, why—why do I—why do I feel you’d be a total expert at that?”

Because it’s the only kind of sex that interests me.

The car cruises to a stop. We’re back.

Late night has settled over the campus. Though the undergrads are in full-on party mode, the private area where we stay is quieter. There’s too much on the line for these students to fuck around.

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