Page 86 of The Councilor

Not that we needed one.

There was no struggle with the man, no hurry. He simply ran both his massive hands down my gown, whispering more words in Russian. There were still so many questions I wanted to ask him, so many things to say between us but at this time, I couldn’t think of anything that would matter.

Very slowly he crawled the material of the gown up from my quivering thighs, his eyes still piercing mine, the look on his face telling me in no uncertain terms if I moved at all, he would punish me.

And the really bad girl inside wanted to press, to see how far he’d go, but I was frozen, enjoying his tender touch, the way his chest was rising and falling. I was his drug and he was mine, which no longer seemed out of place. This was where I was supposed to be.

When he twirled the material until it wrapped itself in a tight twist, I sucked in my breath. What was he planning on doing? He slid the material down my stomach, cocking his head as he continued sliding it down one leg then up another.

My stomach was full of butterflies, stars floating in front of my eyes as he took his sweet time; the tickling sensations the light material caused shifted into goosebumps popping along every inch of skin.

“Oh, my…” I managed, surprised how much I was shivering. I could tell he was paying close attention to every reaction,absorbing my needs and wants like a textbook. I couldn’t get over the difference in his demeanor, but there was no doubt he was completely in charge.

And it thrilled me more than I’d ever thought it would.

The question from before was answered within seconds as he bound my wrists, tying a knot with expertise. Now I was his prisoner to do with what he wanted. That only heightened the excitement, keeping on the edge, my mind a fuzzy blur.

When I whimpered, he pressed his finger against his lips, as if anyone could hear us. But I did as I was told, determined to be a good girl.

For now.

At least I could bask in his masculinity, raking my gaze down from the dark stubble covering his jaw to the exquisite bone structure of his shoulders and chest. Then I allowed my eyes to fall to his detailed tattoos, every one of them a creation of beauty. The deep V cut of his abdomen gave way to his deliciously thick and throbbing cock. How could he be rock hard so soon after we’d… fucked? I wasn’t certain what to call it, but the taste hadn’t been enough.

For either one of us.

Too bad my viewpoint was only from memory. It was all I could do not to rip at the buttons on his shirt.

There was no danger at this moment, no bad men trying to take me away from him. The sound of the water hitting the shoreline matched the heavy thud of my pulse.

“The things I want to do to you.” His voice was laden with lust.

“Do them.”

Of course, I didn’t need to encourage him. He was in full control over both of us.

But I knew I could unravel him further.

I chewed on my lower lip, locking on the glistening beads still covering his cockhead. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking his cock, even if I had no real clue what I was doing. I was flustered from the sight of his swollen balls, hanging low between his muscular thighs. He was a creation straight from a Greek god. I was swooning, heat rising across my jaw.

He seemed amused, but his hunger was more overwhelming than anything else. I could tell by the darkness of his eyes, the shimmer around his irises that he was thinking about all the ways he could defile me. I wasn’t a fool with regard to sex, even if this had been my first time indulging in such passion.

There hadn’t been a single boy who’d attracted me in the least. Aleksander was everything a powerful, seductive man should be. Yes, he was ruthless and dangerous, but he didn’t scare me. However, the two sides of him were such an incredible draw. Watching him in action, both inside the courtroom and at the Russian restaurant continued to add to the amazing perspective I had of him.

He was as close to being perfect as a man could get.

At least for me.

“You’re a very bad girl to float into this space dressed in nothing but a flimsy gown. Don’t you know that I’m a very bad man?”

“No, you’re not.”

The way he chuckled was so dark and dangerous that I sucked in my breath.

“You don’t know me very well, Raphaella. It would be best if I pushed you away, to ignore what was happening between us, but you broke the rules.”

“That’s because I’m allowed.”

“Your safety comes first.”

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