Page 35 of Ruthless Reign

But it wasn’t the show that got to me. No, I was only half paying attention to the performances. Every single ounce of my focus was on Liza. Watching her breaths come faster, the slight flush of arousal turning her face and chest a beautiful shade of pink, dragged me to the edge of self-restraint.

I don't want to hold on any longer.

My hands land on Liza’s tight waistline, and I pull her against me. If she’s not going to look at me, she’s sure as shit going to feel me. Every inch of me.

“She just wanted to make sure that I-I’m enjoying myself.”

Bullshit. Paulina is attracted to her. I could sense it the moment the manager tied on Liza’s mask. While, on the surface, the idea of the two women together is hot, jealousy flares beneath my skin.

Despite Liza’s casual explanation, I can sense her nerves. See them in the way her throat works to swallow and the flutter of her pulse at the base of her neck. She’s just as affected by me as I am by her.

What I’m doing is very un-bodyguard-like, but I don’t have it in me to care right now. Just like I don’t have it in me to care that she’s engaged to my so-called business partner. Rational thought has left my mind because she’s softened into my touch, her body flush against mine.

“Really?” I rasp. “Because I think she wants you. Not that I can blame her.” I brush one of my fingers down her arm, like Paulina did.

Liza’s breath catches in her throat.

“Did you like her touch?”

She’s quiet for a moment. The unfiltered sounds of other people’s pleasure fill the space between us. I’m sure she’s going to come to her senses and shut this down, but she doesn’t. She very deliberately leans back and wiggles her ass against, causing me to hiss out a Russian curse.

“N-not as much as I like this.” Her words are so low they’re almost inaudible.

But I know what I heard, and I’m floored by her brazenness. Floored, but really fucking turned on.

“Oh yeah, milaya? Would you like to experience the same pleasure that you saw tonight?” I slide my palm up the side of her body and stop just underneath her left breast. Her ribs expand against my hand with every quickened breath she takes. “Because I can help with that."

When she remains silent, I thread my fingers through her hair at the roots and pull, drawing a moan from her. She purposefully grinds her hips back, against my painfully hard cock that’s now leaking pre-cum.

“I’m not a man to play with. If you want me to make you feel good, you need to use your words.”

“Please,” she hisses. “Yes.”

The moment the word leaves her mouth, I’m on her. “Watch the show.”

I drop small kisses along her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent, as my left hand covers her breast, molding and shaping it to my delight.

A groan escapes her lips.

I lift her long dress from the back, my palm running lazily over her hips until it dips between her legs. Her panties are already soaking wet—the culmination of a night’s worth of arousal.

It's not like anyone can see us, bathed in the shadows, but I still make sure to arrange the front of her dress so it hangs low, covering what I'm about to do to her. From behind, I push her panties aside and run two fingers over her silky slit.

We each release a deep groan at the first whisper of my touch. She squeezes her thighs together, and from the way her body reacts to even my barest touch, I know she's going to come beautifully all over my fingers.

“This is wrong,” she murmurs, eyes closed, as wet heat gathers between her thighs, dripping over my hand.

“So wrong,” I agree with a gentle circle of her clit that has her mewling and biting her lip.

She’s thirteen years younger than me and, according to her fiancé, a virgin. As much as I'd love to sneak into her bed tonight and make her come on my face before taking her on my dick, she'll come to her senses the moment we leave here. Which is why I’m going to enjoy every delicious moment of tonight.

I drag my teeth across my bottom lip. “I’d love to find out if your tits taste as sweet as I think they will.”

“Roman.” She groans when I pinch her nipple over her dress, the pad of my fingers circling her tender clit.

I suck on her neck, taking care not to bruise her. As much as I'd love to see my marks on her golden skin, there'd be no way to hide it from Kira—or Anatoly, for that matter.

Her breathing shallows, and I know she's close.

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