Page 15 of You Know I Love You

“It’s nice up here.” I let him take my jacket off for me before I slip into the round booth.

“Not as loud,” Vasily agrees, lifting his hand to call over a server.

“Evening, Mr. King. What can I get you?”

“Champagne again, Princess?”

“What’s that?” I point over to a table that has a pink cocktail on it.

“It’s our special flamingo cocktail,” the server tells me.

“Can I try that?”

“You can do anything you want,” Vasily says this before ordering a bottle of champagne. Our drinks come quickly, but Vasily only sips on water.

“Do you come here a lot?” Everyone knows who he is, and I also notice that they try to steal peeks over at us.

“I own it.”

“Oh.” I pick up my drink and take another sip. It’s yummy, but I can sense it’s strong too.

“But no. I don’t come here often. It’s not really my kind of scene.”

“But you own it?”

“It’s an investment. I couldn’t fight forever.”

He told me that’s how he got his start. That he bet on himself, and it paid well. He didn’t have to say it, but I know he didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in his mouth. He’s made all of his money on his own, and with that, it’s clear a level of power came with it. That is easy to see with how people react around him. How easily he gives out orders and people follow them.

“What about you, Princess? What do you want to do?” He rests his hand on my bare thigh. My legs part, wanting his touch. “Careful,” he warns. “Told you, next time I make you come, it will be against my face.”

“Can’t really do that here,” I say with a laugh.

“Told you, Princess.” He leans in closer, his mouth brushing against my neck. “We can do anything you like.”

“Vasily,” I whisper. He can’t mean what I think he does. Yet a spark of excitement runs through me at the idea.

“Finish your drink and we’ll dance.” I pick up my drink and take a sip. I watch as people go downstairs to dance. When I take the last swallow, Vasily plucks the glass from my hand before pulling me from the round booth.

He leads me over to the edge, where you can look out to see where everyone is dancing below. He pulls me in front of him, his hand coming to my hips. It must be the drinks because I drop my head backwards onto his chest and start to move my hips to the music. The most dancing I have ever done is in my bedroom with Teddy when a new Taylor Swift song drops.

Vasily’s hand moves over my body. This is more than dancing. My body warms as he caresses me. I let out a small gasp when his hand slides up under my skirt. His fingers tease me, stroking up high, brushing the edges of my panties.

He suddenly spins me around, lifting me off my feet. His hands go to my ass. In the blink of an eye, he’s carrying me back toward our table, sitting me on top of it before claiming my mouth in a deep kiss. For a moment, I forget that we are in a nightclub until his mouth moves down my jaw and onto my neck.

My eyes flutter open when he suddenly pulls my sweater off, tugging at the top of my bra to make my breasts spill out. I glance over his shoulder and see that the whole upper area is empty. Everyone has cleared out.

“You think I’d let anyone see this?” he says this before he takes my nipple into his mouth. I moan, sinking my fingers into his hair.

I can't believe we're doing this. Right here in a nightclub. Vasily releases my nipple, his mouth going to the other. "I'll let you play on your wild side, Princess, but I won't share this part of you." I can see the jealousy and possessiveness in his eyes as he latches on to my other nipple.

My back arches, pushing more into his mouth as the sensation of each suck shoots straight between my thighs. The atmosphere around me only serves to heighten the experience.

“Need to taste you, Princess.” Vasily pushes my skirt up to bunch around my waist. His thumb rubs the front of my wet panties. “Already wet for me.” He groans, going to his knees. I am more than wet. I am freaking soaked.

Vasily dips his fingers into my panties, tugging them to the side. I watch as he closes his eyes and sucks in a deep breath. Holy shit. He is breathing me in. I am overwhelmed with the anticipation, not sure how much more I can take.

“Vasily, please.” I lick my dry lips. He dips his head, and then his mouth is on me, making me shudder. His tongue licks the seam of my sex, and I fall back onto the table.

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