Page 102 of Thorns of Lust
She sat up, turning around to face me, still buck naked. Fuck, her tits were gorgeous. Full and pear shaped, with pink nipples that would make any man mad.
“Might be better if we were both naked. You know equality and all that.”
The only betrayal of her nervousness was the flush coloring her neck.
“I’ve never been much for equality,” I told her, lifting her off the floor and sitting her on my desk.
Parting her legs, I admired her glistening pussy.
Mine.
She was all mine.
THIRTY
TATIANA
Illias’ fingers felt so hot against my skin, it sent a shudder down my spine.
Truth was that my ass stung and burned against the cool mahogany desk. But I had to go and taunt him.
He leaned over, reaching into his drawer. His grin turned lazy as he pulled out a black box. I eyed it curiously as he lifted the lid. A gold-and-diamond piece of jewelry sat in the box, just for my taking. Yet something about it had me hesitating. What the—
No, it couldn’t be.
“What’s that?” I asked.
His grin turned so naughty that my heart actually fluttered. When Illias smiled, he was downright dangerous for a woman’s heart.
“A butt plug.”
My mouth gaped open. He had to be joking. The look on his face told me he wasn’t. The dark lustful expression in his gaze told me he was dead serious about it.
I shook my head. Then just to ensure he understood what that meant, I said clearly, “No.”
Konstantin’s grip tightened on the box. “I don’t like when you deny me.”
“Well, tough shit.” I shook my head incredulously at the nerve of this man. We weren’t even an item and he was shoving a butt plug my way. “Get used to it. You’re not touching my back door.”
Illias' dark gaze burned into me, and I sensed he took my denial as a personal challenge.
“Yes, I am,” he drawled.
“No, you’re not,” I sneered. “And what, you just happened to have an extra butt plug sitting around?”
My voice was laced with jealousy thinking about Illias doing anything with other women. I mentally slapped myself. This was just a hookup. Nothing more. Nothing less.
“I bought it for you and waited for the opportune moment to broach the subject.” I shook my head. This man was mental. Or maybe I was. I sighed. We probably both were batshit crazy.
“It will never be the opportune moment to shove that thing in my butt.”
The corner of his lips tugged up and I had to fight the temptation to lean over and trace my tongue over his lips.
“Now is the right time,” he drawled, his voice pure seduction. “And you’ll thank me for it.”
I snickered. He didn’t know me if he thought he could convince me to put that thing in my ass.
“The hell I am. This is over.” I was just about to slip off the table when I paused. His smile never faltered, but something dark and smug flashed in his eyes. Maybe I could play this into my favor. “Unless–”
