Page 65 of Control: XXX Vadim 1
“Don’t shut me out like that again,” I whisper. I’m begging. “Don’t. You scared me.”
“I know.” He looks away and rakes a trembling hand through his hair, his expression pained. “I know…”
“Next time, I just won’t force-feed you a horrible cake that may or may not give you unintended food poisoning, either.”
His lip quirks, forming a shadow of that trademark grin. “Next time?”
“Yes,” I say, deciding something momentous on a moment’s whim. There’s no turning back now. “I want a relationship with you. A real one, if you’re interested, that is…”
He looks away, and my heart seizes up. Panic, unlike any other, grips me tight, and I realize just how badly I do want to explore something with him. Something beyond sex. Something real?
“Do I want it?” he echoes softly. His slim fingers flatten over the counter as he stands. “Turn around.”
I frown but comply, sensing an urgency that warns me not to question. His breath fans the back of my neck as he approaches me from behind and smooths the hair from my neck. Something flashes before my eyes, and I sense a coolness settle against my throat. I reach up instinctively and gasp as my fingers fall over a delicate, silver chain.
“Vadim,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “It’s beautiful.”
A diamond necklace beyond my gold-digging dreams. It’s decadent and yet delicate, and I know without even having to ask that it must have cost him a fortune.
“You didn’t have to buy me anything,” I start, but his hand settles over my shoulder, making me fall silent.
“I know…” At the sound of his voice, I spin around to find his gaze stormier than ever. He strokes my cheek, cradling my jaw against his palm. “Think of it as a down payment in my quest to earn your affections,” he adds. I notice that nearby a baby blue box rests on the counter. The same one he’d taunted me with the other night.
A tiny prickle of unease stabs in my chest—the same feeling I got when he thought I was an escort. Beautiful or not, the gift is yet another subtle insinuation that our interactions are only ever a transaction to him. He once claimed that communication was merely another form of manipulation. Does he think I’m only interested in him in exchange for bribes and toys? Even his brother had insinuated as much.
“You don’t like it?” He frowns and copies me by eyeing the box. “I can return it—”
“No!” Shaking my head to banish the doubts, I lean forward, letting my lips settle over his. “Don’t return it. But I do have rules,” I confess as his lips part against mine, and his hand slides around to the back of my skull, dragging me close.
“Oh?” He chuckles, his eyebrow raised. “Do state your proposal clearly.”
I reach down to finger his tie. “I want you to be open with me,” I murmur, loosening the silken strip. “I want you to trust me. I want you to be kinky with me whenever I command.”
“Ah, very tough conditions.” He draws back and grasps my hips. I arch into him. Gosh, I hadn’t realized just how much I’d craved his touch. A night without him and already the withdrawal was unbearable.
“I want to comfort you when you’re hurting,” I whisper, my eyes closing. “Don’t shut me out. You are not repulsive to me. I… I want you—”
He silences me with a kiss so deep my head spins as I relax into his arms, letting my hands roam his body as my hips seek out the firmness straining the front of his slacks. He feels so good against me. I can’t get over it.
Drunk on his scent, I match his vigor and palm him through the fabric of his pants, drawing a beautiful groan from his throat. And yet, he captures my wrist, preventing me from freeing him.
“Ena will kill me if we soil his kitchen,” he grates, guiding me back toward the doorway. “I think it’s about time I came up to bed, anyway.”
“No.” At the base of the stairs, I slide my fingers beneath his jacket. “I need you now.”
He stiffens as I tug at his pants, only to watch me with dawning understanding as I drag them down his hips and free his cock from the confines of his briefs. He’s hard already, stiffening against my touch. His hands cinch my waist as he pivots, pressing me against the wall while I eagerly wrap my leg around him.
He enters me slowly, and I savor the way my body adjusts. Like I was made for him. Designed to conform around him—so expertly, he fits me like a key sliding into a specially crafted lock. My eyes flutter shut, but he strokes my chin, forcing me to meet his heavy-lidded gaze.
“Stay with me,” he murmurs while thrusting so darn deep. “I need you to look at me, beautiful. Stay with me.”
He’s pleading as his eyes scan mine for something—though I’m not sure what. Something that makes my head rear back, my eyes threatening to roll. Only for them to fly open in shock as he withdraws, leaving me aching and gaping.
It’s only after my gaze returns to his that he starts to move. Again. Harder. More.
“So good,” I tell him, sensing now more than ever that he needs to hear this. Know this. “You feel so good, baby. So good. So good.”
He grunts, snatching my hips toward him, altering his angle of attack.
