Page 70 of Devious Corruption
It’s harder this time because I can’t do this with my foot. I lean as much as his grip will allow to one side, pushing the fabric down and then the other side. Heat creeps up my chest, covering my neck and face as my panties fall to my feet and I kick them away.
I said he’d never touch me again, and here I am bare-assed for him again.
A low sound from deep in his chest vibrates against me as he presses his body into me. He brushes his nose along my jaw line until his mouth hovers over mine. With a slight squeeze of his fingers, he constricts my breathing. Not enough to cut off my air. Just enough to remind me how dangerous he is, how easily he could snap me.
“Now, get on the bed, Maxine.” His voice is husky, weighted down with the same arousal that burns bright in his gaze.
“Lev.”
“You want option two then? Used and left wanting?”
I swallow against his fingers. “No.”
“Then get on the bed, Maxine.Show me what a good girl you can be, and I’ll reward you. Be a bad girl, disobey me right now and you’ll regret it.”
I believe him.
One by one, he lifts his fingers away from my throat and steps back half a step. He’s giving me room here. I can either climb on the bed, do as he say, or I can try to run. But we both know what will happen if I do that.
Maybe I want that. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I don’t want to admit this to myself, and I need him to force me.
“Maxine.” His patience has run out.
I sink back onto the bed, sliding myself up until my head is on the pillows. Laying back against the plush softness, I stare up at the ceiling. Then I clamp my eyes shut, ball my hands at my sides, and close my legs firmly.
A dark chuckle makes my body hum.
“My little warrior thinks she can hide from me. Open your eyes, look at me.”
Slowly, I lift my eyelids open, settling my gaze on him.
Oh, god.
He’s naked.
Not a stitch of clothing on his body. And there’s so much to see, I’m not sure where to look first.
No, that’s not right. I do. His shoulders. That’s a safe place to set my eyes. There’s nothing sexual about shoulders.
At least there wasn’t until I got a look at Lev’s shoulders. His arms, starting at the top all the way down to his wrists, are corded with muscle. And over that muscle he’s covered with dark tattoos. Swirling designs that make their way around skulls boasting variousfacial expressions.
I didn’t even know skulls could make faces, but these can. Some look like they’re screaming, while others look pensive. Almost lost in thought.
Across his broad, muscular chest is one large tattoo. It’s scripted and in Russian so I don’t know what it says, but it’s beautifully done. Rose vines weave in and out of the piece. My gaze travels lower, and heat courses up my neck, covering my face.
His cock hangs heavy between thick, muscular thighs. And now that I see it, I can’t seem to look away from it.
No wonder it hurt so much yesterday, I think the man was trying to impale me.
Lev the Impaler.
I don’t have time to decide if I’m witty or dumbfounded, because Lev climbs onto the bed with me. One knee, then the other, he prowls the massive king-sized bed until he’s hovering over my face again.
“Ready to admit you were wrong, little warrior?” He questions before he brushes his mouth across my nipple.
Heated shivers run straight to my middle. I squeeze my thighs together tighter.
“I wasn’t wrong.” Was I? What had I said that was wrong?
