Page 110 of Wicked Proposal
“Yes.” His voice drops an octave, dark with desire. Held back, but just barely. “Now.”
Swallowing, I pull the dress on. With nothing else underneath, like Yulian demanded.
It’s infuriating.
It’s humiliating.
It’s also the hottest thing in the world.
Yulian’s bossy attitude… I used to think I hated it. But watching it play out here, within the four walls of his bedroom, commanding me to wear a dress with no panties underneath… It’s nothing like being ordered around at a party. That drives me crazy in the brain, but this? It drives me crazy in a whole other place.
It makes me want toobey.
But it makes me want to push back, too.
Just a little.
He zips me up. I can feel his fingers on my exposed neck, lingering just a moment too long. He smooths down my dress, his rough palms sliding down my curves, feeling up every inch of my body.
He exhales through his nose, his grip tightening just a little. “We should go,” he growls. “We need to be?—”
“No.”
Before I can think better of it, I grab his hand. I lead it where it was moments before, lifting up my dress just enough to make room.
“You started something,” I rasp. “I want you to finish it.”
Silence falls behind me. I realize that this must be a rare occurrence for Yulian—being told no.
But eventually, his hand starts moving again.
“Fuck,kotyonok,” he breathes, inhaling my scent deeply. “You’ll be the death of me.”
Then he sinks one finger into me.
I shiver, hard. He makes a noise of appreciation at that, then starts slowly pumping in and out of me.
“More,” I moan.
“Greedy little kitten,” he scolds me. “You don’t get to make the rules here.”
I fist his hair behind me. It’s all I can do to hold on to him, lean into his body and let him support me as pleasure mounts inside me. My legs are already shaking—if I’m not careful, I’ll fall to my knees right on his bedroom floor.
Would it be the worst thing in the world?
“Yulian…” I whimper as he adds a second finger. His thumb tortures my clit from above, while his middle and ring fingers reach deeper with each thrust.
“Fuck. Look how much you like it.”
Boldness overcomes me. Or maybe it’s need. I have no clue anymore.
“I like this more,” I whisper, tilting the angle of his wrist just a little.
I feel his lips curve in the crook of my neck. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I gasp. He’s picking up the pace, and it’s so much sweeter like this. With every thrust, he’s fucking straight into that spot that brings me to tears. “Just like that, God, don’t stop.”
Yulian growls into my neck, sucking a bruise just past my hairline. It rips a moan from my throat, loud and obscene, andsuddenly, I’m wondering where that line between “business” and “whore” was.
