Page 4 of Sinful Betrayal

My hands go to her tiny waist to steady her, her small breasts pressed up against my chest as she flicks her dark bangs out of her eyes.

She looks up at me under her dark lashes, her ocean-blue eyes regarding me with curiosity.

Oh,zayka, you’ll make the perfect distraction.

“That’s quite all right.” My mouth goes dry as I try not to focus on the fact that her ass is rubbing up against my cock. “You are more than welcome to sit in my lap any time.”

She laughs, the sound almost whimsical.

“Honestly, I shouldn’t be allowed to wear heels, I’m so clumsy.” I catch a hint of an accent in her breathless voice, which only makes her sound sexier.

“I definitely can’t complain.” I let my fingers casually caress the bare inch of skin between her skirt and sweater.

She’s so soft and warm that I’m reluctant to let her go.

She offers me a shy smile before getting to her feet and smoothing out her skirt, and I take that as my cue to finally take her in. She is gorgeous all over.

“What’s your name?”

“Nina.”

“Nina.”

Her throat bobs as I say her name.

“I’m Anton Koslov.” I hold out my hand.

She hesitates for a moment before taking it in hers. Her fingers are warm and delicate compared to my rough calloused hands.

“Can I buy you a drink, Nina?”

“I think it should be the other way around.” She blushes.

I can’t help but laugh as I get to my feet and pull a chair out for her.

As she moves to sit, her floral perfume floats around me, and I bite back a groan.

I want nothing more than to pull her back into my lap and caress every inch of bare skin with my fingers. To have her perfect ass rub up against my hardening cock as I lick and suck at her neck.

I’m like a fucking feral animal.

I sink my nails into my palm just to give myself something other than Nina to focus on for a minute.

How long has it been since I’ve taken a woman to my bed?

From the way Nina is making my body react, it feels like years.

I catch the attention of a passing waitress and order us both a drink before sinking back down into my seat, angling my body toward the fallen angel.

She’s so petit, like a doll, and exactly my type.

I send a silent prayer to whoever is keeping tabs as I look at Nina.

“I’m guessing from your accent that you’re not from around here?”

She smiles, shaking her head. “I’m going to guess that you’re Russian?”

“Very good.” She smooths her hands over her lilac skirt.

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