Page 134 of Lethal Alliance

“I think we both learned a lot that night.” Roman reaches for the Scotch bottle and pours himself a glass, his eyes roaming over my body. “I discovered how much you like following orders, for example.”

My body rocks toward him involuntarily, summoned by even the memory of that night.

Roman seats himself in a wide sofa chair several feet away. I almost groan with frustration.

“Take your bra off.”

Oh, that low, sexy, commanding voice.

It puts me in the same trance it always does, my hands unclipping my bra like they belong to someone else, every nerve in my body attuned to his commands, the center of me swelling with every caress of his eyes.

“You’re so wet I can see it from here.” He states it in a calm, matter-of-fact tone, but after all this time, I can hear the telltale rough edge right behind the facade, sense the fierce control he’s exerting to keep his own arousal in check. It’s part of our game, part of what makes the tension between us so incredibly hot. And just like him, right now I need every moment of this sweet torture.

I want to lose myself in hedonism, in the dark heat that takes us both to a mindless ocean of sensual bliss where there is only our bodies, and the slow journey toward earth-shattering release.

“Your nipples are swollen, Darya.” My hands reach up to touch them, but he shakes his head. “No. I want to watch them from here.” He puts down his glass of Scotch and reaches for his belt buckle, his eyes not leaving mine. “Would you like to see what your body does to me, Darya? What thinking about you does to me?”

His cock leaps free, and my body ripples with lust. My breasts feel like they’re going to explode. I whimper aloud as my eyes rest on his pulsating shaft.

“Did you know you just licked your lips, Darya?”

I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.All I want is him. I’m lost in the semi-hypnotic state where all I can hear is his voice. All I can do is obey.

“The first time I saw you do that, I knew I couldn’t rest until I had my cock in your mouth.”

“Oh!” I clench my fists to hold back from touching myself. I know better than to try to take control.

“Then I saw those gorgeous tits, and I knew your mouth would never be enough.” Roman’s cock twitches, and I gasp, a rush of moisture slicking my thighs.

“You know, I’m torn right now.” He takes a leisurely sip from his Scotch, but I can see the dark, almost black color of his eyes, the whiteness of his knuckles around the glass. He’s barely holding on right now, no matter what he says, and that knowledge, the power it gives me, is the most intoxicating aphrodisiac I’ve ever known.

“Do I make you touch yourself like I did that first night?” He tilts his head to one side as if he’s contemplating this. “Or do I make you come over here and spread that pussy over my face, so I can lick every part of you?”

“Oh God!” I can’t hold back my cry, nor the sudden, convulsive jerk of my body. I’m barely aware that I’m clutching my own breasts until I see Roman’s mouth curl into a diabolical smile.

“And just because you got impatient,” he says evilly, “now you have to wait.”

But he doesn’t tell me to take my hands away. And by the way his cock leaps, he’s clearly enjoying the way I’m playing with my nipples. Which is good. Because I really couldn’t take one minute more without something touching me, even if it’s myself.

“Take your panties off,” he growls. “Leave the boots on.”

I peel the silk and lace away, almost embarrassed by how swollen and wet I am, until I see the sudden glazed look in Roman’s eyes and the drop of moisture glistening on his cock.

He takes a long swallow of Scotch, his eyes not leaving my throbbing mound.

“Put your foot back up on that chair like before.” His order is low and intense, and he’s rock-hard as he watches me. I can only imagine the self-restraint he’s exerting to refrain from touching himself. I put my heel up on the chair, rolling my knee out so my swollen lips part under his eyes. His harsh intake of breath doesn’t escape me. “Open yourself for me,” he growls.

I slip my hands down to my pussy and slowly spread the outer lips apart, biting my lip at the unbearable sensation of air hitting my most intimate folds.

“Slip one finger inside yourself. Show me how wet you are.” Roman is grinding out the orders, his shaft leaping at every word, and by the way he’s devouring the Scotch, he’s nearing the limits of his control.

Which is a good thing.I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

I slide a finger inside myself and groan at the inadequacy of it. I’m so fucking wet I need a lot more than what he’s letting me have.

“Show me,” he growls, and I hold up my glistening hand, slick with my own juices. His cock swells to an impossible width, but still he doesn’t touch himself. I know he’s loving the tension, forcing himself to delay pleasure as long as he can, but it’s also driving me out of my fucking mind with lust.

“Come here.”

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