Page 11 of Sinful Wrath

“How much fun, though, is still to be determined.” I arch my back, letting my hard nipples graze against his chest.

He hisses, his hands moving to my waist to hold me still as I rub myself against his chest.

“Lucia,” he growls.

“Mmm…” I let my head fall back as I let myself indulge in the feeling of his strong body pressed up against me. “Having fun yet?” I arch my hips and I gasp as his cock brushes against my lower belly.

“You tell me,” he murmurs, sinking his fingers into my hips.

If my father knew that setting me up on a blind date with my future husband would end with me rubbing my naked body up against his in the sea in the middle of winter, he would never have agreed to such a deal.

Which isexactlywhy I’m doing it.

“I hope you’re not letting me lead you astray…” I whisper, looking up at Mikhail’s beautiful face underneath my lashes.

“Never.”

“Sure about that?” I wiggle against him.

“One thing you should know about me,kisa, is that I never relinquish control.” His fingers dig even harder into my waist.

“Even in the bedroom?” My eyes widen.

“Especiallyin the bedroom.”

My breath catches at the intensity in his dark eyes as he stares down at me, his mouth inches from mine.

I can’t stop myself from picturing what it would be like to have Mikhail take me right here, right now.

There would be nothing gentle about it. It would be brutal and rough and so mind blowing that I would be completely at his mercy.

And I can’t have that.

“It seems like you need to have some fun on your own.” I push out of his grip.

My heartbeat pounds in my ears as I wade through the water toward the shore where I start to gather my things.

When I turn around, Mikhail’s standing frozen with the water, his eyes so hooded that I almost crawl back in just to feel the evidence of that desire pressed up against me once more.

But where would be the fun in giving in now?

“I’ll be at your place bright and early tomorrow, ready for our day of fun!” I call out before gathering up his clothes and running back to the car.

I’m breathless by the time I reach the G Wagon, but I don’t have time to waste. Ignoring Mikhail’s demands for me to come back, I slide into the driver's seat and turn on the engine, my naked body dripping water all over the immaculate interior.

I quickly shrug on Mikhail’s black shirt, not bothering with the buttons, as I pull out of the parking lot and begin the drive back toward my family home in the city.

I only hope I don’t get pulled over…

By the timeI’m pulling into the underground parking garage of my building, I’ve dried off enough to pull my dress back on.

My father is no doubt waiting up for me, and the last thing I need is for him to catch me wearing Mikhail’s shirt.

“It’s late,” my father states as I stroll into the main living area of our Tribeca penthouse.

He’s sitting on the couch with a stack of papers on his lap and a glass of scotch in his hand.

No matter the time, my father will always be foundwearing his signature three-piece suit that is always custom made to fit his muscular build.

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