Page 64 of Sinful Wrath

I arch my back just enough to press them against his chest, and a deep, guttural sound builds in his throat.

“And I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist fucking me if you caught me wearing it.”

“I’m not so easily distracted by your breasts,kisa, to forget about your disobedience.” He squeezes my throat again.

“I beg to differ.” I rub them up against him.

“Did you want me to catch you, is that it?”

“I guess I like being punished?—”

Mikhail crashes his lips against mine, his large body pressing me against the wall as his tongue forces his way into my mouth.

I let out a moan of pleasure at the taste of him, at the feeling of his warm body pressed up against mine.

I reach up to sink my fingers into his hair, to pull him closer against me.

He’s so warm and strong, and I just want to wrap my body around him, to feel every inch of him against every inch of me.

“Lucia,” he growls as his hands move to cup my breasts.

“Fuck me, Mikhail.” I arch into his touch.

He lets out a groan as he rubs against me, and I gasp at how ready he is.

“Please.”

I pull his mouth back down to mine, and he wraps his arms around my body, hauling me against his as I lick and suck at his mouth.

I shiver, my skin breaking out in goosebumps as I cling to him.

“You’re freezing,” he says, pulling back.

“I-’I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. You were outside in the middle of winter with barely any clothes on, Lucia. You’re going to get sick if you don’t warm up.”

I’m about to retort again, but then Mikhail’s throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me into the bathroom.

“Mikhail!”

He slaps a hand against my ass, and I hiss at the sting.

“Do as you’re fucking told for once,” he growls.

A shiver of pleasure runs down my spine, and heat starts to pool between my thighs at the authority in his voice.

“I seem to recall I did as I was told when your head was between my thighs.”

That earns me another swift slap to the other cheek, and I can’t stop the gasp of pleasure escaping my lips.

Mikhail sets me down on the floor and gets to work, turning on the shower, including all the extra jets until the room is steaming up.

“Take off your dress.”

I pull the zip down and slowly slide the materialover my body.

My eyes are locked on Mikhail, and I watch his darken as the dress falls to the floor.

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