Page 26 of Ruthless Daddies

But just as my fingers slide under the hem of her dress, brushing against her bare thigh, she pulls back slightly, her lips swollen and her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.

“We…” she starts, her voice shaky, her eyes wide. “We shouldn’t…”

I rest my forehead against hers, my breathing just as ragged. “You’re right,” I say, though my hands are still on her, my thumbs brushing small circles against her hips. “We shouldn’t.”

But neither of us moves. Neither of us lets go.

And soon enough, we’re kissing again.

Her lips meet mine again, tentative at first, her breath hitching as she shifts on my lap, trying to avoid putting pressure on my arm. The graze stings, but right now I barely feel it. All I can focus on is the way she tastes, the way her fingers grip my shoulders, her touch careful but desperate all the same.

“So careful,” I murmur against her mouth, my voice low, teasing. “Don’t worry about me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispers, her eyes darting to my arm before flicking back to mine, wide and unsure.

“You’re not going to hurt me,” I promise, my good hand sliding up her back, pulling her closer. “Let me take care of you.”

Her cheeks flush, her lips parting as if she wants to protest, but instead she melts into me, her body pressing against mine in a way that makes it impossible to think straight. I grip her waist firmly, holding her steady as my other hand moves to the hem of her dress, sliding it higher, inch by inch, revealing more of her soft, warm skin.

She gasps, her hands clutching at my shirt, but she doesn’t stop me. Instead, she arches slightly, giving me access, and I take it, leaning forward to kiss the delicate curve of her collarbone. Her skin is warm under my lips, her scent intoxicating, and I trail kisses lower, pushing her dress up further as I go.

When I reach the swell of her breasts, she moans softly, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Nikolai…” she breathes, her voice trembling, and it’s like fuel to a fire I can’t control.

I slide the straps of her nightdress down, baring her to me, and take a moment to admire her, my breath catching. She’s stunning, her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looks down at me.

“You’re perfect,” I murmur, my voice rough, and before she can respond, I lean in, taking one of her nipples into my mouth.

Her reaction is immediate. She lets out a sharp, breathy moan, her back arching as her hands tighten in my hair. I suck gently at first, teasing, my tongue flicking over the sensitive peak before I suck harder, drawing another cry from her lips. My hand movesto her other breast, kneading and squeezing, my thumb brushing over her nipple in slow, deliberate strokes.

She’s a mess in my arms, her breaths coming in short gasps, her hips shifting slightly against me, and it’s driving me insane. I can feel myself hardening beneath her, the heat between us building with every soft sound she makes, every moan that slips past her lips.

“God, Alice,” I groan, pulling back just enough to look at her. Her face is flushed, her lips swollen from our kisses, and her eyes are dark, half-lidded with desire. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

She shakes her head slightly, biting her lip, and it’s all I can do not to lose control completely. My hands grip her waist tighter, sliding her closer against me, and I can feel her heat through the thin fabric of her panties. It takes everything in me not to tear them away, to claim her right here and now.

But I hold back, even as the tension between us threatens to snap. She’s being careful, tentative because of my injury, and the last thing I want is to push her too far, too fast. I kiss her again, slower this time, my lips trailing down her neck and back to her breasts, lavishing attention on every inch of her.

Her moans grow louder, more urgent, and her hips start to move instinctively, grinding against me in a way that makes my vision blur. I grip her tighter, trying to anchor myself, but it’s useless.

“Tell me you want this,” I murmur against her skin, my voice rough and low. “Tell me, Alice.”

Her breath catches, and for a moment, I think she might hesitate. But then she whispers, “I want this, Nikolai. I wantyou.”

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ALICE

Iwant you.I meant it when I said it, but now, with Nikolai watching me like I’m going to be the end of him, the reality of what’s happening washes over me in waves.

“Nikolai,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own breathing.

“Shh,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “Let me take care of you, Alice.”

Before I can say anything, his hand slides up my thigh, slipping beneath the hem of my nightdress. I gasp as his fingers brush against me through my panties, the contact sending a jolt of heat through my body. I can’t think, can’t breathe—his touch is slow, deliberate, and devastating.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmurs, his voice dark and filled with hunger. “All for me.”

I moan softly, my hands clutching his shoulders as he hooks his finger under the fabric of my panties, pulling them aside. His touch is more insistent now, his finger sliding through my folds, teasing me, before he presses against my entrance. Ishudder, my breath catching as he pushes inside, filling me with a deliberate, unhurried pressure.

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