Page 85 of The Councilor

Fuck him.

The look in his eyes was lust filled, his nostrils flaring. This time, he whispered something in Russian I didn’t care to have translated. It honestly didn’t matter. What did was the way he was looking at me.

He came closer, taking his time doing so. He even had his hands shoved into his trouser pockets, but I knew that would be short lived.

As he gazed down the length of my gown, his head cocked slightly, I had a feeling he was going to eat me alive.

And dear God, I wanted him to.

“You are mine,” he said. “No man will ever be able to touch you again. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.” I said the words without hesitation, my heart palpitating from hearing them.

His nostrils continued to be flared and he took another step closer.

I took one back.

It was as if we were playing the predator and prey game all over again. Finally, he backed me against the wall inside the living room with a hard shove, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“You are one insatiable man.”

“When you appear dressed like that, what do you expect? You’re one naughty girl, a bad influence on me. I’m supposed to be protecting you but how can I do that when you flaunt that sexy body of yours?”

“What, this?” I brushed the tips of my fingers down the side of my neck. Just hearing him growl was enough to send a heatwave through me.

“So bad.”

“No, so good.” I knew I was purring. Just being able to allow myself to go one more time was exactly what we both needed. I could feel it in my bones.

We were at a sinful crossroads for each other, the heat becoming explosive.

More so than before.

When I dared to try to touch him, hungering for the same jolts of electricity, he shook his head. “Hands over your head.”

“Why?”

“Do it,” he commanded. The dark, erotic sound of his voice was entirely different. “Keep them there. From now on, you will obey my every command. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

My voice quavered but it didn’t matter. He pinched my nipple through the thin gown, twisting until I cried out in anguish. I was shocked how much pleasure the filthy moment had brought, driving a dazzling array of sensations into my pussy.

“Let’s try that again,” he growled.

“Yes, sir.”

“Better.”

As I raised my arms over my head, he took several shallow breaths, tightening his hold. I knew he would never hurt me, but at that moment I wanted to feel a slice of the kind of pain that only he could provide. My pussy ached, not just because of his rough claiming of me earlier but from the deep need that had erupted long before a single kiss.

I was lightheaded, eager to find out what he’d do. He lowered his head, breathing against my neck before darting the tip of his tongue in the shell of my ear. When he nipped and sucked on my earlobe, my legs started to shake, so much so I thought for certain I’d fall to the floor.

It was a struggle to keep my arms over my head, especially when he was tormenting me in his way.

His dominating way.

The moonlight streaming in from the outside, the scent of the ocean was entirely too powerful, the perfect backdrop and aphrodisiac.

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