Page 110 of His Forced Bride
I instigated this, and I have to follow through or he will know I'm simply using my body to get what I want.
I step back and reach for the hem of my sweater, pulling it over my head in one smooth motion.
Yuri's eyes drink me in and then he says, "Continue."
My slacks follow, pooling around my ankles.
Then my undergarments, until I'm standing naked in his dining room, heart racing with anticipation and the thrill of knowing I have this power over him.
Yuri's gaze travels over my body with appreciation, lingering on curves and angles before returning to my face.
"Come here," he orders, and I move to him, where his hands settle on my waist, drawing me closer until I'm standing between his legs.
The fabric of his suit is rough against my bare skin.
"You're beautiful when you want something," he murmurs, fingers tracing patterns along my ribs.
"Desperate looks good on you."
"Is that a yes?"
Instead of answering, he pulls me down onto his lap, and I can feel the evidence of his desire through his trousers.
His mouth finds mine in a kiss that's both punishment and reward, demanding and giving in equal measure.
Yuri doesn’t give me a chance to think.
His mouth claims mine fiercely, and his hand closes around the back of my neck to hold me in place.
The chair creaks beneath our weight as he drags me fully onto his lap, grinding my bare skin against the hardness straining his trousers.
I clutch at his shoulders, breathless, the scrape of his stubble burning against my lips.
“Spread your legs.”
His voice drops, and I know every syllable is meant to be obeyed.
I obey, my thighs falling open across his, and shame tangles with arousal.
He doesn’t care that I’m exposed in the middle of his home.
He wants me to be vulnerable, and I give it to him.
His hand slides between my legs, fingers tracing the wetness he’s already coaxed from me.
He growls against my mouth, satisfied, then pulls back just far enough to watch my reaction as two fingers push inside.
My head tips back, a grunt breaking from me despite my attempts to stay quiet, and his thumb circles until my hips jerk against his hand.
“Look how sexy you are,” he mutters, his breath hot against my ear.
“You’re dripping for me.”
“Yuri—”
My protest melts into a moan as he curls his fingers, dragging sensation through me until I’m clinging to him.
His free hand grips my thigh, keeping me spread wide while he works me mercilessly, drawing out the wet sounds of my body.
