Page 49 of Frequency of Attraction

Little savage. Well, maybe she was. Butfuck.

She let Vadim pull her away. “We will not be coming back,” she snapped at the waiter.

“‘You have no idea who we are?’” Vadim repeated as they left, still smiling. “That same day you told me about your problem you told me that you’d never use those words. That it was gross.”

“She’s gross!” Quinn huffed. “Ignorant, hateful woman. I hope she didn’t ruin your day.”

He shook his head. “Nothing could ruin this day.”

Hours later, as she fell asleep next to Vadim while trying to read, Quinn fully agreed.

She didn’t sleep long. Her name in Vadim’s baritone against her skin roused her into wakefulness. Every inch of her. He was not the same man she’d seen at dinner or through her lashes as she’d drifted off. This man burned with fire from the inside.

“How did you fall asleep so quickly? I owe you more than dinner,” he purred against her neck.

Quinn moaned in assent. She’d take anything he wanted to give her.

First, he took her pajamas and panties. Then he gave and gave and gave with his tongue. When Quinn thought she’d crest and crash, he stopped. Vadim got rid of his sweats and sprang to freedom. His cock nudged her entrance seconds later. Quinn couldn’t keep her anticipation quiet.

But then he coaxed her onto all fours, kneeling behind her. Using her wrists behind her back to pull her closer, he entered her from behind. Quinn cried out as her body pulled him deeper inside.

He exhaled in ecstasy. “This is what you wanted, yes? For me to fuck you like this? You asked for this?”

“I did. I do,” she breathed.

“Then watch me while I fuck you.”

Quinn didn’t need to be told twice. He dropped her hands so she could steady herself. There was nothing in the universe hotter than watching him—watching them. He moved with grace and force, gentle and intense at once, as he plunged deeper and pulled back, never quite severing the connection of their bodies. He felt like heaven. His muscles rippled as he moved. And the sound. Every one of her senses burst to life as she rose higher.

“I need you to fuck me, too,” he ordered.

He slowed, giving her no choice. Quinn obliged, taking over the movements he’d abandoned, sliding back and forth over his hard cock while his hands gripped her ass. “More. Give me everything, Quinn.”

She already had. Quinn would shatter beyond repair tonight. She knew this. She belonged to this man whether he wanted that or not.

He found a nipple and pinched. She had never been louder or fiercer. Never. She refused to break eye contact over her shoulder as he started fucking her again, slamming into her.

“Are you going to come for me,kiska?” He reached forward and rolled her clit between his fingers. “Come for me.”

Quinn died a quick, hot, beautiful death. Her throat went dry from screaming.

Vadim didn’t even stop. He turned her limp body around so she straddled him, then scooched them to the side of the bed.

“Have you got one more in you,kiska? Can you fuck me the way that I want?”

Quinn didn’t know that word,kiska, but she knew the answer to his question. “You know I can.”

She moved up and down in his lap as he worshipped her breasts with his hands and mouth. He dipped her backward so he could watch their joining and better control the pace. He was frenetic, close to breaking, as he guided her hips.

“One more time,” he urged, pulling her nipple into his mouth. His thumb traced down the seam of her ass, pressing in just the right spot.

Moaning, she let his teeth and thumb bring her higher. The ascent was steep and fast. “V…” She wanted to kiss him. She had to fucking kiss him again. She dropped her lips onto his and felt his release as soon as their tongues connected. He came loudly, coaxing a silent scream out of her, as their tongues tangled and his hands on her backside pressed her close.

She collapsed against his massive chest, breathing hard. A few minutes later, Vadim patted her bum. “Everything you wanted,printsessa?”

Everything she wanted and more.

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