Page 48 of Lethal Legacy

“By the time I finished watching it, I knew that you and I were far from done, Lucia.” I pour myself another Scotch. “Do you know what else I discovered?”

She shakes her head wordlessly, just watching me.

“I discovered that you like taking orders. So I’m going to ask you a question. Are you ready to take orders from me, Miss Lopez?”

She nods. Her sharp intake of breath, and the swollen nipples beneath the silk, tell me just how ready she is, but this is my game.

“I need an answer, Miss Lopez. Not a nod.”

“Y-yes,” she says hesitantly.

“Yes what, Lucia?”

“Yes, I’m ready to take orders from you, Mr. Stevanovsky.”

“Excellent.” I don’t move, though the sound of those damn words coming out of her mouth has my cock straining for release. “Then I want you to walk down the corridor ahead of me. I think you know where my bedroom is. After all, you saw me coming out of it on your last visit, didn’t you?”

She nods. “Yes, Mr. Stevanovsky.”

“Roman,” I growl.

“Roman,” she repeats in a whisper. She gulps and turns around, walking ahead of me so I have an eyeful of the globes of her ass shifting under the silk.

She pushes open the door, and we step inside. I don’t have curtains. There are steel shutters outside I can lower if needed, but the glass is tinted so nobody can see inside, and I like looking out at the sea when I wake. Reaching around her, I pluck the martini glass from her hand and place it down on a side table, then lounge back in the wide leather armchair.

“Turn around.”

She obeys. The ceiling lights are dim, but not low enough that I won’t be able to see every curve of her body. I turn my Scotch slowly in my hand. “Come closer.”

She walks hesitantly toward me, until she’s standing just in front of my splayed legs. Her own are slightly parted, inviting my hand to slide between them. I force myself not to accept that particular temptation, or this will all be over in minutes.

Instead, I give the silken sash one tug, and the entire dress falls open.

Holy hell.

I’ve been watching Lucia sashay about in hot pants and tight T-shirts for months now. I’ve seen her breasts bared and had my fingers inside her.

But nothing, not even the video recording in my office, prepared me for the lush ripeness of Lucia’s body, naked but for the sheer black scraps of silk and lace.

And I don’t plan to have her wearing those for long.

“Turn around,” I order her. “Slowly.”

She bites her lip again, then does a slow turn, her legs endless and smooth above the stilettos. The sheer cutaway underwear accentuates the round, perfect ass that makes me ache to bite it, then to bury my face in the dimples just above it. The long lines of her waist dip inward then flare out at the hips. High above them is a tattoo I can’t really see clearly; I make a note to study that at close range, preferably while my dick is sunk deep between the cheeks of that ass. By the time she turns back to face me, leaving me face-to-face with the curved navel and the mound outlined beneath it, I’m dry mouthed enough that I need another sip of Scotch. And going by the smoky-eyed stare she’s giving me, Lucia is in a very similar state.

“Take the bra off.”

“Yes, Roman.” Her voice is low, huskier than before. She reaches behind and unclips the material, freeing the gorgeous breasts and swollen crimson nipples.

Then she throws the bra right at me.

It hits my shoulder, dropping straight down to where my cock is pounding with need. I can actually feel the warmth of her body still on the scant material. But that isn’t what has every nerve in my body on high alert.

It’s the look in her eyes. They glow richly topaz, and despite the faint trembling of her body, I can see the edge of defiance in them, the wildness hiding just behind that composed exterior.

“You like the dangerous side, don’t you, littlevedma?” I say softly.

Her lips part slightly, and the noise that comes out of her mouth makes me throb.

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