Page 46 of Tarnished Reign

The door closes behind him with a soft sound, and I step out of the ring and walk over to where Adriana is still bent over the lower drawer, rummaging around inside it. I take a seat on the small, sliding stool nearby and watch as she gives me the perfect view of her ass.

“There are all sorts of papers in here.”

“Yeah, they took the yacht of some other fuckers,” I say, disinterestedly. I’m focused on nothing but her.

“These papers are Dorian’s,” she replies.

“What?”

They were only on here a short while. To party. So why store paperwork here? Still, this is great for me.

“Show me,” I say.

She straightens, steps forward as she turns around, and ends up right between my legs. She’s standing there, my t-shirt tied under her tits, her smooth belly on display, and I try to focus on the fact that she’s holding papers that might be important, but damn, it’s hard.

“Um, these.” She swallows and waves the papers at me. She doesn’t step back.

I glance at the documents and then back to her. Her free hand floats up slowly, as if it’s riding the air currents and not being moved by her brain, and she touches my face. “Does it hurt?”

I nod.

She touches it again, and I’m gone.

Every last damn bit of control I had snaps as my brain is overrun by my hormones.

My arms snake around her, and she gasps as I pull her into me. I lift her and sit her on my knee, straddling me.

“Dimitri,” she says.

Nothing else. Just my name.

“Little blue, what does this tattoo represent?” I brush my fingers over my t-shirt, rucking the material up along her shoulder until the edge of the bird is revealed.

“Freedom,” she whispers. “It’s supposed to be freedom.”

I let my finger rub over the edge of the ink. My hand moves up, along the side of her throat and into the nape of her neck. Her arms come around me, one hand clutching at me, the other still holding those papers.

“Littleblue, I made you a promise. I’m a man of my word. So I’m asking. Can I kiss you?”

The world stills. My breath holds. So does hers. Even the gentle swell of the boat seems to stop for a moment.

“Yes,” she whispers.

Triumph roars in my arteries, pumping the blood harder, faster. That whispered yes is the single most erotic moment of my life. God help me.

I don’t kiss often, and if I do it tends to be in the heat of fucking. Lots of tongue and teeth.

This is going to be different. She’s been kissed before. She told me she had boyfriends, but I want to obliterate them. To wipe their memory away forever.

This kiss needs to be the best kiss I’ve ever given anyone in my entire life.

I lower my head and let her hair sift through my fingers. She shivers slightly and stills, my mouth next to hers.

Her breath is minty. For a long moment, I let myself hang in space and time, so close to her I can feel her breath in and out ghosting over me, but not touching. Not quite.

Then I close the distance, and my mouth meets hers. Soft, warm lips press against mine. Mint toothpaste and cherry perfume collide against my senses.

Something darkly magical happens.

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