Page 103 of Thorns of Lust
I waited… and waited. “Unless?” he asked with an arrogant expression. It took all my self-restraint not to smile victoriously.
“Unless you tell me where Sasha went with your plane,” I said, the words pouring out in a single breath.
“Get on my lap and bend over.”
“No.” His dark gaze narrowed on my face. This man really didn’t like to hear the word no. “First you tell me.”
“You think I’d cheat you.”
I shrugged. “First information, then I’ll bend over.”
My cheeks heated, which was ridiculous. I sat naked on his desk and such a simple word was making me blush.
“Russia,” he said, his eyes flaring with heat and I had a feeling it had nothing to do with my brother’s trip and everything to do with me bending over.
“Where in Russia?” I demanded to know, although my guess would be he went to our family estate there. “Russia is a big damn country.”
“I didn’t ask for details,” he retorted and his smug smile of satisfaction spread across his beautiful face. “Now, bend over my lap and show me your ass.”
My nipples hardened at his demanding voice and juices coated my inner thighs, quite possibly Illias’ desk too. Sliding off the desk, the sticky wetness smeared a trail of evidence. I had never in my life been so turned on.
I bent over his lap, my ass jutted up in the air. I didn’t know whether this position was humiliating me or turning me on. I shifted slightly and froze. His rock-hard bulge pressed against my lower belly and my thighs clamped together.
Definitely turning me on.
He trailed his finger gently, then his palm cupped my ass cheek. “Does it hurt?”
I glanced over my shoulder, but he wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were focused on my red ass.
“No.” A terse nod and he reached into the drawer again. “Please tell me you don’t have two butt plugs. I can only handle one,” I said exasperated.
“Lube,” he answered as another deep chuckle vibrated through him. I felt it all the way down to my toes. My chest warmed for the first time in years. “Unless you are wet for me already?”
He lifted his hips, pressing his hard bulge into my belly. “Because I’m hard for you.”
His fingers dipped into my opening, then smeared my wetness around my clit. I sucked in a breath, a tremor rolling down my spine.
“Oh, moya luna, you’re soaked.”
He flicked my clit and pleasure shot through me. He dragged the wetness back toward my ass and circled it, coating it with my own slickness. He applied the slightest pressure against my forbidden hole with his finger, then pulled it out.
I inhaled deeply, tensing.
“Relax.” A soft, tightly reined in command.
I released a breath and he pressed his finger deeper into my back hole, and my hips pressed harder against his thighs. With one hand he reached between my legs and pushed his long, thick finger into my pussy, then started fucking it. In and out. In and out. He lazily finger-fucked me until I was panting and writhing against him.
“Look at you.” His voice was deep and hoarse. Almost reverent. “Moya luna is so wet, her juices are dripping all over my pants.”
“It’s a nice Tom Ford three piece suit,” I said, my voice breathless. How I recognized it was a Tom Ford suit was beyond me. “You sure you don’t want to take your clothes off?”
He chuckled again, his finger never ceasing his finger-fucking as he teased my clit.
“I like you creaming all over my pants.” He lowered his head, his mouth brushing against my ear. “It makes this suit worth so much more than anything else I own.”
He pushed a second finger inside my channel and a whimper left my lips. Slutty and needy.
“I can feel your greedy pussy clenching around my fingers. But you want my cock, don’t you?” Another moan. Another shudder. Pleasure built and built. “You want to be fucked senseless. Don’t you, Tatiana,” he drawled.
