Page 81 of Beautiful Beast

“You don’t know? You really are an innocent Bratva woman.” His hands grip my thighs and open them wider. I don’t fight it.

The cool air in the room brushes against my vulva, making me shiver. My inner core is throbbing for release.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I laid eyes on you.” Then he plants his face between my legs and runs his tongue over my nub.

I gasp so loudly, I’m sure someone at the party can hear it. And yet, it’s just Erik and me.

My thighs clamp down on his shoulders. His tongue is relentless as it runs over my clit and down to my folds before finally reaching my entrance.

I shiver when his tongue presses into me for just a moment. This is all too much. Somehow, it’s even more intense than when he used the vibrator on me.

The vibrator was technically more powerful in causing me pain, but this moment—with Erik’s tongue on me—is moreintense because it’s just him. It’s his tongue touching my most intimate area. It’s him doing this to me, not a toy.

And I’m letting him do it.

My head drops back as he runs his tongue back up to my clit. “I can’t,” I gasp.

“You can.” He flicks and licks and circles my clit aroundjustso. My hips roll up against his face. I have no choice but to do it. I need the release.

I need Erik to make me feel good, truly, for the first time since we’ve met.

“Oh!” I cry out as my release washes over me. My hands slam into the desk behind me, barely catching myself.

Erik continues to run his tongue over me until I stop trembling, and even then, he kisses all along my inner thighs. He inhales deeply. “You smell delicious. I could eat you out forever.” He stands up and fixes his mask. “But we should probably head back now. There’s people I have to greet.”

“What did you do to me?” I whisper.

When he leans down toward me, I can smell myself on his lips. “I showed you pleasure. I figure that’s one way to get you to like me.”

Well, he’s not wrong.

My body sings for Erik to touch me all over again, and if I’m being honest, I want to touch him, too. I want to feel a connection between us.

I want to not feel so alone. The weight of the world is on my shoulders, and it would be nice to have someone help me carry it.

But that requires fully trusting Erik, and I’m still not sure I’m there yet.

“Come on,” he says with a smirk, helping me off the desk. He bends down and pulls my panties back up for me, making me blush all over again as my body lights on fire.

“There.” He straightens my dress. “You look perfect.”

“So do you,” I admit.

“Why, Anya, is that the first compliment you’ve given me?” He skims the backs of his fingers along my face. “I’ll take it.”

My legs shake as we head back down to the charity event. Even more people have arrived by now. It would be so easy to get lost in a crowd like this. My eyes find the entrance to the museum.

It would be so easy to just walk right out of here without Erik noticing.

But … I’m not sure I want to leave. I think I might be having too much fun.

“Here.” Erik offers me a champagne flute.

Instead of running, I turn to face him and take the champagne. “Thank you.” I mean it in more ways than one.

ERIK

I recognize Sergei even with his mask on.

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