Page 71 of The Den of Sin
It was a stand to tie up a woman, and a wall full of sex toys. From silky wraps to tie your wrists, nipple clamps, and stuff I had no idea what it was for.
Note to myself, need to research sex toys.
“I guess you weren’t joking when you said you were into it,” I muttered under my breath.
“No, I wasn’t joking.” His voice was right behind me, his eyes on me guarded, studying me. “What do you think about it?”
A choked laugh escaped me. “About what? Being tied up?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Any of it, all of it. Whatever interests you.”
My gaze shifted to this man. It felt like this man, this Vasili Nikolaev was the man I had sensed lurking underneath his cold, grumpy exterior and smooth manners from the moment I met him. Except he never let me in. But now, for some unknown reason, he opened the door and let me glimpse inside. What changed?
We both looked like a mess, our clothing bloodied from the night’s events. I should be scared, but yet, I wasn’t. When his enemy had his hand wrapped around my throat, choking the life out of me, my only thought was that I wanted more time. More time with Vasili.
I didn’t care about the rejection from five years ago nor about the bitter anger at him after I lost the baby. My one, shameful secret I never told anyone about. Tatiana learned I was pregnant the night she took me to the hospital, the night of my miscarriage. I made her promise not to say anything to anyone, to keep this one secret between us. And she did. Except she never realized it was Vasili’s baby I lost until the other night at the club.
But when life flashed in front of my eyes, none of that mattered. I just wanted more time. To love. To live. To give and to take.
“Will you show me?” It was the only response I could come up with.
The way his eyes flashed, I knew he didn’t expect that kind of answer but was thrilled about it.
“Yes, but not today.” He pressed his mouth on mine, hungry and worshiping. “Let’s take a shower.”
He led me through a door that I hadn’t noticed till now. A large, luxurious bathroom spread in front of us and again the black title made it shimmer under dim lights, making promises of dark deliciously sinful things this man could do to me.
“You really have a thing for red and black, huh?”
He chuckled. “We can change it if you dislike it. I really have a thing for you, more than anything else.”
My lips parted and I stared at him in shock. Like he didn’t just tell me something that shook me to my core, he turned on the shower and stripped the shirt and his boxers off of me and then stripped off his own clothes. Today Vasili Nikolaev was the man I sensed underneath all his rough exterior - caring, passionate, loving, protective and possessive.
I should have looked away but instead found myself gawking and dreaming of what could be.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Vasili
Isabella stood naked in front of me, in all her glory but it was her eyes and her mouth that had me losing my senses. No pretense, not trying to be sexy. There was an undiluted desire in her eyes, matching mine.
“If you keep watching me like this, I won’t be able to hold myself back. You are tired, and I’m a beast ready to rut you again.”
She took my hand, and we both entered the shower together.
“I’m not too tired.”
I shouldn’t give in. She needed to rest, but the beast inside me wanted more of her, wanted her submission. I wanted to bend her to my will, leave marks on her pale, smooth skin, control her pleasure, and own all her moans. And most importantly own her heart.
She hasn’t said anything earth shattering, but I sensed a slight shift in her. I hoped it was in the direction I was heading. This woman was amazing, everything I needed. The way she cared for Sasha, shoving her own traumatic experience away, showed me just how strong she was. She took care of my brother; it was now my turn to take care of her.
I reached for the soap and lathered it on my hands, and slowly I roamed her body, exploring it. She followed my lead, her bottom lip between her teeth.
“You must work out a lot,” she murmured, her fingers feather-light. Unlike my rough hands that left red marks over her ivory skin.
My erect cock pressed against her and a tiny gasp left her lips, her eyes fluttered shut.
“I love your body,” I purred, under the stream of water. “It’s soft, beautiful, and perfect for me.”
