Page 20 of Brutal Secrets

“Keep still for me like a good girl, or I’ll have to beat you with those birch twigs,” he says as his hands finally cup my breasts, caressing and squeezing until he finds my nipples. He rubs and pulls on them gently. When he twists one, I moan. “Do you like that?”

His hair tickles my spine as his mouth brushes soft kisses against my vertebrae. I push against him, rocking back and forth and begging for more contact, for more anything. His hand drifts lower and slides into my folds, finding me soaked for him.

“Zolotaya. Is this all for me? You’re so wet,” he murmurs in that low, dark voice.

“God, yes, it’s for you,” I say. I push against him, wanting his fingers deeper inside me. Wanting his fingers everywhere. I want him to break me apart and put me together again.

He stands then, pulling the remaining clothes over my head and spinning me in his arms until we’re chest to stomach, his hard length pushing between us. He lifts me and pulls open the door to the sauna.

Once inside, he sits on a pine bench and deposits me in his lap. His hard, hot length presses against my thigh as I wrap my arms around his neck and trail soft kisses over every inch of him I can reach. He tastes of the woods—salt and pine resin. I kiss his collarbone but avoid meeting his eyes. A dark rumble vibrates his chest as he laughs and wraps his arms tighter around me, our skin slipping against each other in the heat.

He lifts me away and tilts me back so I can look up at him, and I fall into his pale-blue stare. “Shy again, zolotaya?”

I feel the words vibrate under his breastbone as much as I hear them.

“You’ve got nothing to be shy about. You’re fucking beautiful.”

He kisses me, lips sipping at me like he wants to savor the taste before his tongue slides into my mouth, making me drunk on him. I pull my arms tighter around him and dig my fingers into his scalp, drawing a moan from deep inside him.

Hot lips slide lower against my neck, and I arch against him as he finally reaches my nipple. Every time he sucks deeper or scrapes his teeth against the bud, he draws pulses of sunlight out of me. I buck against him and cry out as he bends me backward against his arm, mouth painting streaks of fire against my tits, sucking one nipple and then the other until I’m burning like the air around us.

“I love these little tits. So fucking perfect, the way they sit up and beg for my mouth,” he says, leaning down to devour me again as his other hand parts my legs and his finger thrusts deep inside me.

I’m wordless now, arching against him, bucking in his lap, riding his fingers as my whole body flames like a Catherine wheel. My core pulls tighter, and heat spins me into a dizzying whirl.

His dark voice curses in Russian before he says, “Fuck yes, ride my hand, zolotaya. Take what you want. Use me.”

These words push me over the edge, and my core squeezes his fingers as I open my mouth in a soundless cry. Tears seep between my lashes as his fingers stroke gently between my legs and his mouth meets mine in a soft kiss. I keep my eyes tightly closed as his mouth owns me and comforts me, his tongue stroking mine.

The taste of mint and pine rush to my head like vodka. His strong arms cradle me in his lap. I’ve never felt so cherished. Or so wiped out. Spent. Boneless. Still floating in the heat.

His voice pulls me out of my trance. “Hey, beautiful. Open your eyes.” That ice blue gaze shines down at me, his eyes warmer than I’ve ever seen them. “See? Nothing to be shy about.”

I trace his cheekbones in wonderment. The cut line of his jaw, the strong brow, the way a scar breaks through the line of one eyebrow and travels down his left cheek. The imperfection only serves to enhance his beauty.

“You told me to use you, when I...” My thoughts fade as I look down and press a kiss to his chest where beads of sweat roll between his pecs, skin glistening in the heat. I’m losing myself in his body as much as avoiding his eyes.

He puts his finger under my chin again. “Give me your eyes. You’ve got eyes like the woods in spring. I can see a whole season in them.”

His warm stare bathes me in something I haven’t felt from a man before.

Acceptance.

And it makes me suddenly brave.

“I don’t want to use you,” I say. “I want to give you everything. Everything you’ve given me. I want to give it all to you.”

“You will, zolotaya.” He smiles. “You will.”

Chapter Fourteen

Ican’t stand it anymore. The way she looks at me. Her curls are damp and her whole body is covered in a fine sheen of sweat as she gazes at me like she’s drunk.

Kesera turns to me with a smile so bright it could make me snow-blind, and I pull her to her feet and balance her against my body as I carry her to the door. She sucks on my skin and slides her wet pussy against me. If I don’t dump her in the snow in the next five seconds, I’m going to lose it.

“Hold on!” I shout.

I open the door to the icy darkness and run into the snow, falling to my back and rolling her on top of me. She shrieks as I roll her to the side and land between her spread legs, the snow at her back and the heat of my erection cradled in her molten core.

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