Page 50 of Doubts & Fears

“Are you afraid?”

“Surprisingly, no. Although maybe I should be. I get the feeling that you and your brothers are probably most at home in that one room. Although I’d place money that the only thing to rival it is when you’re out on a soul-snatching adventure.”

Desire filled his green eyes, and before I knew it, he unbuckled me, dragging me onto his lap. Then his fingers dove into my hair as his lips ravaged mine, bruising them in his quest. His hands dug into my ass, grinding my pussy on his cock.

He growled low, the vibrations traveling from his chest through mine, wrapping me in its embrace. Hot kisses trailed down my neck before he returned to capture my lips with his once more. He kissed me like he wanted to tear me open from the inside.

His erection hardened under me, and I rolled my hips into him, feeling deliciously dirty. I put my hand on his chest, looking deep into his soul.

“Careful, you’re playing a dangerous game,” he hissed.

“Maybe I want to play,” I teased, not recognizing myself. I was shocked as the words left my mouth, though I meant them.

“So damn naughty.” Warmth curled around my hips as he stilled my movements.

“Are you pouting? He teased.

With a soft shrug I once more moved my hips against him. He sucked on my bottom lip as his hands brushed across my nipples through my shirt, causing me to moan. Damn, I loved this.

“That’s enough for now. If you’re a good girl, we can play later.” He smacked my ass, and I moved back to my seat and buckled up.

“Now, do you want to know what I want to see you dressed in?”

“Am I dressing for you, then?”

He was all business again.

“Absolutely, you will. There are quite a few things I can’t wait to purchase. On my days with you, I’ll insist you wear what I purchase. It’s nonnegotiable. Understand?” His voice was low and sexy.

Another nonnegotiable rule. I nodded.

“Words, Malyshka.” He caressed my lips.

“Yes, Sir.” Heat flooded my cheeks, and butterflies erupted in my stomach.

The wordsnonnegotiableandon my daysplayed over and over in my head. Knowing my expectations with him brought a comforting sense of certainty.

“But don’t worry, I’ll get you a dress for Wednesday. Something very classy.”

“And if you were dressing me for dinner on Wednesday night?”

“We’d be staying in. You would be naked, and I’d make you the main course. Then, when I had my fill of you, I’d gather your spent body next to mine and hold you tight.”

“Nikolai,” I exclaimed. My eyes flashed to Marcus as heat burned my cheeks. He was shaking his head at Nik’s words.

“It would be heaven. Every bare inch of your soft skin on mine, which is why you’ll be naked tonight in my arms.”

“You can’t say things like that,” I said, shocked, desire coursing through me at the mere thought.

“I’m the Crow. I can say whatever I want. Something tells me you’ll enjoy it just as much as me.”

I suddenly felt hot. He wasn’t lying. My pussy throbbed with the thought of him holding me, and I wondered if he would be naked too. I was afraid to ask.

“As long as you remember it’s still shark week.” I grinned and looked out the window.

“I don’t care about that. I’ll still enjoy holding you and feeling your skin on mine. Now stop talking about it. You’ve already got me fucking hard. It’s damn near painful.”

“You’re a wicked, wicked man.”

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