Page 32 of Possess Me
After I’d caught him literally that way. The memory and image burned fresh in my mind. He was built for all things sinful and for a few seconds, I allowed my mind to drift to all the filthy things he could do with his big, thick cock.
I stroked him, much like his tongue was doing to mine, enjoying every growl that slipped past our locked lips. He shifted in his seat, opening his legs wider and I sensed he was losing control. Too bad I had mine intact. There was no way I would lose myself around him.
But toying with him was a great pleasure.
When he sucked on my tongue, a series of electric prods tickled all the way down my spine. He was pressing every button, but I was stronger in my resolve than he knew. Yet I had to admit the taste of the lime and vodka was spectacular.
The kiss lingered for longer than it should have and when he finally pulled away, he shifted his hand, so he was cupping the side of my face. Our lips were now only a few centimeters apart. We were both struggling to breathe. Both panting. Both uncertain we wanted the moment to end.
I came to my senses first, pulling away even as his fingers lingered, brushing my skin with such tenderness I was trembling.
His prowess was incredible.
What I did in the next several seconds was something I could question later, but not until I’d enjoyed the moment for another few seconds.
I kissed him.
Really kissed him.
Using my lips, I forced his open, this time taking full control by thrusting my tongue inside. We did a little dance of control, but in the end, he was no match for me. I was the one who grabbed the back of his neck, my longer nails keeping him exactly where I wanted him. I was relentless, ensuring he would remember the kiss for days if not weeks to come.
I hadn’t realized he’d reversed the role, sliding his hand under the table until I felt his hand firmly planted on my thigh. He squeezed his fingers and my body reacted involuntarily, my legs opening wider.
He took my movement as a blatant invitation, crawling his fingers to the lace panties I’d chosen to wear. There was no stopping him, not that I wanted to. The shameful reminder that I was attracted to him would haunt me, but right now, so what?
As he slipped his fingers under the elastic, I cinched my eyes closed. He took his time finding my clit, rolling his finger around the tender nub while I continued exploring his mouth.
We were playing a game, but for a few seconds, I could allow myself to enjoy it. Why not? I was a big girl and would never see him again. I wasn’t really breaking my rules. Was I?
His touch was incredible, my core on fire and he knew it. His growls increased as he pinched my tender tissue. The flash of pain was fabulous, too much so for him to ignore.
He pretended to allow me a moment of control, my tongue dominating his, but he was masterful in providing the type of pleasure I hadn’t experienced in a long time.
Breathless, I moaned into the kiss, which he captured while thrusting three fingers deep into my tight channel. If anyone was paying any attention to us, I couldn’t tell, but any concept of humiliation or shame was far from my mind.
He rolled his thumb around my clit while stroking me. Soon, the moment gave way to the sweet rapture as an orgasm rushed into my system, the tidal wave leaving me breathless and aching.
I continued with the heated kiss to keep from making an inappropriate noise. The last thing I wanted was to create a scene. Not with a few other guests on the deck. What we were doing was bad enough.
He refused to stop, crooking his fingers as my pussy muscles clamped and released with fury. The roar of ecstasy was incredible. I gripped the edge of the table as he jammed the tips of his fingers against my G-spot. How was it possible he’d found my sweet spot while out in the open for all the guests to see?
My body trembled from his touch, the tiny pinpricks of light caught in my periphery of vision an incredible display. Being lost in the moment was as powerful as what he was doing.
When I finally pulled my lips away, his growl was low and husky, as thrilling if not more so than before. Very slowly, he removed his hand. His eyes were sparkling from amusement.
Exhaling, I sat back, crossing one leg over the other. As if nothing had occurred, I reached for my wine, marveling that my hand wasn’t shaking in the least.
Vissarian studied me before lifting his arm from under the table, bringing his fingers just under his nose. Everything with him was provocative, including the way he took a deep inhale, holding the breath in his lungs for several seconds. His salacious actions allowed me a few seconds to study him more diligently than I’d done before.
Not knowing anything about him as a man created a sense of mystery. Yet what I’d read on the internet and what my instincts said was that the man was dangerous. I’d googled, going through several pages after seeing him naked.
Just the thought alone was enough embarrassment for me.
But I’d refused to look away, reenacting the way I’d been after he’d caught me gawking.
Most articles had been full of praise, including the Dmitriyevs’ acts of charity. Then there’d been the wedding of his cousin to a high-ranking member of a Cosa Nostra family.
Discovering that tidbit hadn’t left me with the warm and fuzzies.
