Page 10 of Sapphire

"I love the way you smell," he rasped, his thumbs sweeping over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, making me jerk and gasp. "All hot and musky. I love the way you taste, the way your juices coat my tongue and fill my mouth and make me want to drown in you. I love the sounds you make when you come, the way you clench so tight around my fingers, my tongue, like you never want to let me go."

I whimpered, my hips bucking into my hand, my fingers curling deep inside me as I chased the storm building in my core. "Seamus, please"

"That's it, my sweetheart," he coaxed, his grip tightening on my thighs, holding me open, holding me still for his devouring gaze. "Let go, let me see you. Come for me, Kamilla. Scream for me, knowing it'll be my cock bringing you this pleasure soon, my cum filling up this sweet, hungry cunt until it's dripping down your thighs and you're so fucking full of me you can't breathe."

I came with a broken cry, my body convulsing. Seamus held me through it, murmuring filthy praise, his hands gentling me as I shook and shuddered and felt myself break as he looked on.

Seamus stroked his hands over my trembling thighs, soothing me, settling me, even as his eyes burned with a hunger that was nowhere near sated. I met his gaze with my own, my lips curving in a smile that was a pure invitation.

"That was quite the show," he murmured. "Watching you touch yourself, get yourself off with just the thought of me, of my hands and my mouth and my cock. Fuck, it was almost enough to make me say to hell with waiting, with teasing, and just fucking take what I want."

I grinned up at him, lazy and satisfied, my body still humming with pleasure. "And what's stopping you?”

He growled, his fingers flexing on my thighs, his control slipping just a bit. "Because I want to do this right, Kamilla. Want to worship you the way you deserve, take my time with you, make it so fucking good for you. You need to know how a man should take care of his woman.”

My heart clenched in my chest, my breath catching in my throat. That was everything I'd ever wanted, ever dreamed of, ever yearned for in the secret. Seamus looking at me like I was the center of his whole universe. He was mine and I was his.

Now I just needed to get him to have sex with me.

Chapter 9: Kamilla

Iwatched with a mix of amusement and apprehension as the sleek black limousine pulled up to the curb. The Irish had decided to enlist the help of the Italian mafia in our war against the Bratva. While I understood the strategic value of such an alliance, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease at the thought of working with yet another group of ruthless criminals.

I felt a smirk tug at the corner of my mouth as I glanced over at Seamus, who was standing beside me with his arms crossed and his face set in its usual non-descript expression. We hadn't had sex yet, but he was keeping me busy and satisfied with his mouth and fingers; but he still wouldn’t let me touch him. It was driving me crazy.

The door of the limo opened, and a figure emerged. A woman, small and curvy and absolutely gorgeous, with dark hair and even darker eyes. She was dressed in a dark red dress that clung to her curves like a second skin.

Aria Conti.

The Queen of the Italian mafia. A woman who had clawed her way to the top of a man's world, who had fought and fucked and spilled blood to claim her place as the undisputed ruler of her criminal empire.

I couldn't help but feel a flicker of admiration as I watched her saunter towards us, her heels clicking on the pavement as she eyed the Irish men like they were her new snack.

"Kamilla Sokolova," Aria purred, her voice rich and smoky and laced with a hint of an Italian accent. "I've heard so much about you, but you look different in person.”

I inclined my head, a smirk playing about my lips. "Aria Conti. Your reputation precedes you as well. The Black Widow of the Italian mafia, the woman who fucked her way to the top and left a trail of bodies in her wake."

Aria threw her head back and laughed, the sound rich and throaty and genuinely amused. "Oh, I like you already. You're not afraid to speak your mind, are you? Even if it means pissing off the wrong people."

I shrugged, my eyes never leaving hers. "I've found that the wrong people are often the ones most in need of a good pissing off. Keeps them on their toes, reminds them that they're not as untouchable as they think they are."

Aria's grin widened, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "That’s the fucking truth. Which reminds me."

She turned to the man standing behind her, a hulking beast of a guy with a shaved head and a face that looked like it had been carved from granite. "Liam, darling, come here and meet my new friends."

The man - Liam, apparently - stepped forward, his expression blank and unreadable. He was huge, taller than Seamus and twice as broad, with shoulders that strained against the fabric of his suit jacket. But it was his eyes that caught my attention, a piercing blue that seemed to see straight through me. Seamus nodded to him and Liam glared at him.

"Liam O'Rourke," Aria said, her hand resting on his arm in a gesture that was both possessive and dismissive. "My new bodyguard, courtesy of our dear friends in the Irish. To make sure I don’t upset anyone with this new deal between us all.” Aria looked at Seamus and then back at me. “Apparently, he's quite the specimen. Loyal, lethal, and hung like a fucking horse, if the rumors are to be believed. I’m so glad for something new to play with.”

I felt Seamus stiffen beside me, and I shot him a warning glance. The last thing we needed was for Aria to get her way and upset the Irish before we even had discussed anything.

“Thank you, Liam. Cara said she sent someone to help smooth any negotiations.” I said, nodding to him.

Liam, for his part, remained impassive, his gaze flickering over me and Seamus. He looked like he wasn’t enjoying his new assignment. "A pleasure," he said, his voice a low, rasping growl that sent a shiver down my spine.

Aria smirked, her fingers tightening on Liam's arm. "Oh, I'm counting on it, darling. See, I have a little theory about you, Liam. About why the Irish were so eager to send you to me, to put you in such close proximity to their new ally."

I raised an eyebrow. "And what theory might that be?"

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