Page 73 of City Of Thieves
His eyes narrow. “Is that a trick question?”
“Which one? I believe I just asked you two.”
“You were never mine to win.” His eyelids flutter shut again. “You have the power to choose.”
“Sex and danger, or sexafterdanger?” I repeat softly.
“This entire trip has been dangerous, Tatiana, which, by your logic, basically means I’ve had an erection the whole time we’ve been in London.”
“Want me to do something about it?” I circle my hips slowly, feeling him growing rock hard beneath me.
“I need to hear you say it, first.”
“I choose you,” I whisper.
“Louder,” he orders.
“I choose you,” I repeat.
“One more time, for the assholes in the cheap seats.” His eyes spring open again, and my next words are lost to the warm, unpredictable wilderness of his mouth. “I won’t go easy on you,” he warns, threading his hands through my hair. “I don’t do gentle fucks.”
“I don’t want gentle.” I gasp as his hand drops to my nipple, pinching it viciously. “I just want to be with a man who doesn’t break me.”
“Oh, I’ll break you.” He rises to his feet with me still wrapped in his arms. “I’ll fucking shatter you.” His mouth seeks out mine again, and a frisson of need zips through me. “But I’ll make you whole again by the time we land.”
Carrying me through to the small bedroom at the back of the plane, he places me in the middle of the white sheets and follows me down.
“When I spoke to my father—”
“Are you trying to make me lose my erection,dolcezza?” He shifts his hips to press against my clit in punishment.
“Wait…” I trail off with a moan as he does it again, even more sadistically this time.
“No more talking.” Rearing back, he flips me onto my front and starts to unzip my jumpsuit. “No more showers, no more alleyways, no more sucking off guns… Just you and me. Naked. With you so full of my cum, you’re dripping white all over your body and these sheets.”
Moaning with lust again, I arch my back as he drags the zipper tantalizingly slowly down my spine, before ripping the rest of it away, along with my black bra. When I turn over, he cages me in with his arms and gazes down at me. He’s shirtless now, and beneath his scars and bruises he’s a perfect golden canvas with a dusting of dark hair on his chest leading down to a hard bulge in the front of his jeans that makes me swallow with difficulty.
“No more ice, Tatiana,” he murmurs. “You’re too beautiful to have a frozen heart. Now, take your panties off.”
I do as he says, holding his gaze, as the corners of his mouth start to curve.
“The first time is going to be hard and fast.”
“The first time?” I splutter, and his smirk widens as he pulls my legs apart and dips his head. A beat later, I’m arching my back in ecstasy as he wraps his lips around my clit and slides one finger inside me.
“You’re so wet.” His voice is ragged, his self-control slipping as he removes his digit to brush my lips with it.
I lick his finger clean, tasting exactly how much I want him.
“Did watching me fight and kill turn you on?”
“Hmmm.” Flinging my arms back, I grip the edges of the pillowcase as one finger becomes two. All the while, he’s sucking and teasing me, telling me all the debased things he’s going to do to me, which only makes me want him more.
“Wait until you watch me fuck your pussy.”
“Now,” I rasp, digging my heels into the mattress and rocking my hips into his mouth.
With a growl, he climbs back up my body, ripping his jeans down to his thighs. Tossing me further up the bed, he tilts my pelvis to line up with his swollen cock.
