Page 85 of Scarlet Secrets

“My room,” he says, tugging me with him.

There’s no choice. I don’t need one. When it comes to this, I think I’d follow this man anywhere.

The master bedroom is huge and manly, and all I can see is the king-sized bed. The white linen is calming, simple and somehow sexy. I’ve seen white sheets against his skin. Definitely sexy.

But he doesn’t give me a chance to speak; he just tugs the dress up over my head and tosses it, pulling down my bra to kiss and suck my nipples, making me arch my back and grab at him.

I’m unsteady on my feet. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched, kissed, held. And I trust this man. Not with me, notwith things he’s told me, but with Sasha. From the moment he laid eyes on him, it’s the one thing he’s done right.

And his love for him is evident.

He’ll keep Sasha safe.

Me? I just need this. Right or wrong, I need it. The thought of Demyan as the first man I’ll be with since I got pregnant is hot. It’s enough to make me almost climax on the spot.

Demyan pushes my hands away as I reach for him, and he kisses me again, stripping me of my bra, then easing me on the bed and pulling off my underwear.

He parts my thighs and licks me, his tongue sliding up along my slit and into my folds to my clit, driving me insane. Pleasure bursts in me everywhere. I’m on fire; I’m in bloom, and as he brings me up, his tongue joined by his fingers pushing into me to thrust and rub on that spot inside, I come embarrassingly hard, embarrassingly fast. I spasm and clench on his fingers.

He pulls out and strips, and he thrusts into me mid-orgasm and I just come apart again.

It’s divine. I forgot how good sex is. How amazing being filled is, how it makes every nerve ending tingle, how the heat of his body burns my skin. He’s a furnace as he flips us and pulls me on my knees, and he comes down over me, thrusting deep one hand between my thighs to taunt my clit.

Then he sits up, grabbing my hips as he slams into me over and over, hard, and he comes, his body jerking, cock swelling bigger inside me as it spurts and I come again.

When we’re done, he eases out and seduces me all over again, kissing me in long, slow, languid kisses, trailing down, exploring me, and I explore him. We end up in a world of our own, slow, sensual fucking, until finally, I’m limp and I fall asleep in his arms.

When I wake, I’m alone in the bed. It’s cold, and I thinkhe’s been gone a while. Outside, the shadows grow long through the window.

I’m not sure what to do. It’s like that hotel, when I woke alone. Am I meant to just go, to pretend this didn’t happen? I scoop up my clothes and dress, and then I scurry up the stairs to my room and I lie down, the baby monitor, my anchor to Sasha, clutched tight in my hands.

Chapter Twenty-One

DEMYAN

I wantNiko’s fucking head on a platter with every passing hour. It isn’t exactly original, but it’s effective.

Niko dead, Max avenged.

It’s not going to bring him back, but…

I rub my eyes as I get ready after my shower and head downstairs.

Apparently, Erin was quiet during dinner last night. I say apparently because when I woke—falling asleep hadn’t been on my agenda, neither had getting naked and fucking her—I left with Ilya on a mission for information.

I might insist to him that Sergio’s the only way forward and I believe that, but I’m more than open to falling into some luck and doing this job without the tangle of the odious Stefina.

Unfortunately, we came up with nothing, and by the time we finished, it was late, the mansion quiet, and I thought about going back to the city and to my penthouse rather than climbing into the bed that smelled like the summer, like Erin.

In the end, I slept on the sofa in my study.

Yesterday afternoon was… something.

Something good.

Important.

A turning point.

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