Page 58 of The Den of Sin
Everywhere he touched me, I burned like lava, leaving sizzling heat in his wake.
“More,” I begged.
He palmed my pussy harder, running his thumb across my clit. The friction he applied would make me come, and I struggled to hold off.
“Please, Vasili,” I breathed. He knew what I needed.
He slipped two fingers through my wet entrance, and I arched my back, my nails digging into his shirt. “Fuck,” he muttered. “You are so beautiful.”
Lightning sparked in my veins, igniting the fire. I was so damn close. He slid his fingers in and out, rubbing a spot deep inside of me and the hot pressure built and built. I bit harder into his shoulder, clothed in his signature Armani suit or risked screaming out his name.
“Come for me, malyshka.” I trembled, the fire in my veins so close to erupting. His thumb pressed on my clit, and he pumped his fingers harder into me. The heat exploded through my body, and my heart pounded hard against my chest as I held on to him.
My ears rang with the intensity of the orgasm, Vasili’s soft murmured words coming through the haze in my brain. I kissed up his neck, inhaling his masculine scent that was so characteristically him. Languid warmth spread through each cell of my body and my heart shuddered with tenderness.
This was all it took. He brought me to another high, and I just melted into his arms, like chocolate under a blazing heat. Who was I fooling? He had my heart for all these years. It attached itself to this man and refused to let go. He brought his finger to his lips and licked them clean, the gentle rumbling noise coming from his chest doing things to me.
I pushed myself away from him and my eyes met his. Those beautiful pale blues of the clearest skies that I dreamed about for so long. And just like any clear sky, he could turn grey and thunderous, striking down at me again. The warning blasted through every cell in my brain, and I knew he saw it behind my gaze.
“Malyshka,” he rasped but before he could continue a female voice broke through the moment.
“Vasili, I thought that was you.” A cat woman in a skimpy suit leaned towards him, giving me a chance to escape.
“Excuse me.”
“Isabella-” I heard his voice follow after me, but I had to get out. I needed fresh air to clear my head, to break this spell. I rushed out of the club, and the moment the humid night air hit me, I inhaled deeply. Closing my eyes, I slowly let the breath out of my lungs. The still, hot air of the night didn’t help at all.
I opened my eyes to see the bouncer watching me. With a shaky smile, I said the first thing that came to mind. “Kind of stuffy in there.”
He smirked and there was skepticism in his eyes. No wonder he didn’t believe me. It was stuffier outside than inside. Ignoring him, I pulled my phone out of my thigh garter and groaned when I saw the time. It had been less than thirty minutes since we arrived.
“It’s going to be a long night,” I muttered to myself.
I hung out there for ten minutes. It didn’t help in clearing my head, but I decided to head back inside. I couldn’t hide outside forever. I probably would have if there had been somewhere to sit down.
I will avoid the main area, I concluded. Roaming the side hallways, I heard a woman’s moaning, a man’s grunting, and I rushed by, hoping not to see what they were doing. You’d think they would get a room.
Probably what people were saying about me a mere fifteen minutes ago.
This place was huge, I could kill some time exploring because if I went back to Vasili at the bar, I was doomed. My restraint around him was non-existent. I still wanted him, as much as I did five years ago. It was time that I admit it, if only to myself.
“The Den of Sin,” I muttered softly under my breath. Vasili Nikolaev was my sin, my vice, my everything.And what am I to him?I wondered walking aimlessly through his club.
I focused on my surroundings and the long hallway with a door at the very end that was left open. I could see from here lush red curtains over a big bed. Did people rent rooms here? I narrowed my eyes as I got closer and closer. The entire room was painted black, screaming with vibes of sex and sin.
Turn around, my mind whispered but my legs kept walking forward. The room seemed empty, illuminated by the flickering of black candles.
Now it just needs a tied-up human and the look is complete, I thought wryly.
I inched closer to the made-up bed with lush red covers that matched the red curtains above it. The bed was huge, enough to fit five adults easily. There was something dark and sexy about this room. Curiously, I glanced to the right and saw a wall full of stuff. My feet quiet on the luxurious black rug, I made my way to the wall.
Sex toys, I realized. The wall was covered with all kinds of sex toys.
“See anything that interests you?”
I whipped around and found Vasili leaning against the wall, a bathroom with…Oh my gosh, is that black tile!I had never seen a black bathroom, nor a room decorated in black and red like this one. It suited him though - the colors of black and red. Darkness and blood. His darkness pulled me in; his ruthlessness made my heart bleed.
He must have been in the bathroom when I came in. If I saw him before I entered the room, I would have turned around and left. Although what a view I would have missed!
