Page 54 of Control: XXX Vadim 1
Finally, it stops, and I’m on my knees, shaking against the side of the counter.
“I’ll meet you in bed,” Vadim says, strolling for the staircase at a leisurely pace. “Ten minutes should be enough time for you to prepare, correct?”
Prepare? “But where am I going to sleep—”
A teasing jolt has me yelping though it only lasts a second. A warning, I suspect. Its intention is clear—I’m sleeping with him. In his bed. Again.
When I’m able to walk without staggering, I practically run up the stairs and into the bedroom. My cheeks heat as I pass him stripping beside the bed, and I enter the closet, grabbing a more conservative bit of lingerie—a black negligée. Then I race into the bathroom, wash up—dragging a cloth gingerly between my legs—and I finally approach the bed with minutes to spare of my deadline.
Yawning for his benefit, I wrench back the covers and climb onto the mattress beside him as if I’m not intimidated by the idea at all.
Sleeping beside him without the aid of a lusty stupor to explain it.
Sighing, he copies me, but he doesn’t remain on his end for long. Shock runs through me as his hand lands over my hip, wrenching me against him. Effortlessly, he folds over me from behind, preventing any hope of shimmying away during the night. It’s the most dangerous concept of spooning one could ever envision.
“Goodnight,baby,” he murmurs against my scalp. “Try your very best to get some sleep.”
And I go alight with the threat.
Chapter Eighteen
Vadim Gorgoshev is a sadist.
I barely drift off before I’m jolting awake, gasping in agony. Those vibrations return with a vengeance, ten times more intense, given how sensitive I already am. What felt like a nine on the pleasure scale before is cranked up to twenty.
I’m gasping to smother any moans, writhing beneath the sheets. Nearby, a sturdier body lies innocently motionless, even as a moan finally succeeds in escaping my throat. Moisture coats my inner thighs, spiking the air. Despite my neighbor’s rigid stance, I sense him inhale—even in my addled state.
And it somehow adds to the building inferno like gasoline.
I’m trembling when the pleasure finally eases.
Cautiously, I fall asleep.
Only to be startled awake again.
Over.
Over.
Over again.
I lose track of how many times it happens through the night. Enough that I’m barely coherent when dawn light displaces the shadows, and Vadim moves from his spot, looking infuriatingly refreshed.
“Sleep well?” he inquires before strolling toward the bathroom.
I can’t even answer. I’m too busy contemplating how much shame I’d feel if I admitted defeat right in this moment and rubbed myself off. I never knew that arousal could be this painful. This…intense. My clit is my brain’s sole focus, demanding relief. Anything.
“I have work at the office,” Vadim says, returning fully dressed. His crisp ebony suit bolsters the reality that it’s already late in the morning. I’m losing track of time, my brain is so scrambled. “I don’t know how late I’ll be,” he adds, drawing my attention back to him.
I suck in a breath as he leans down and plants a kiss on my sweaty forehead.
“I will see you later tonight.”
My heart lurches. “T-Tonight?”
He leaves the room without a reply, but I don’t trust my legs to attempt to follow. I shimmy to the edge of the mattress instead and tentatively brace my foot on the floor.Buzz!Another torrent of vibration makes me curl into a ball, and I scream for real. Fuck him. God, I want to. I need to. I can’t…
Think.
