Page 21 of Disgraced (Russian Sinners 3)

Both of us took a shower when we got back from our beach trip and she changed into another blue summer dress. She looked beautiful in anything she wore, but I preferred her naked. I forced my mind out of the gutter; otherwise, I’d ravish her before we had a chance to eat.

Scarlett and I were cutting up veggies for a salad. Pizza should be here any moment and my wife-to-be insisted we needed something healthy along with it.

“It balances your whole diet,” she claimed, giving me a big smile. She took a sip of the wine and placed her glass back, returning to cutting. “My mom always said it’s okay to eat unhealthy stuff as long as you add something healthy to the mix.”

The logic made no sense to me but I couldn’t resist indulging her. She seemed happy and relaxed, at home in my penthouse. I wanted to convince her to stay with me for the rest of her trip. Each minute I spent with her, allowing me to soak up her sunshine, my fear grew of her rejection. She was at ease with me, free with her smiles and touches but my life rejection experiences made it hard to open the door to her. I should tell her who I was to her. I knew it was the right thing to do, but I needed more time. She had to love me first.

The buzz of the outside door had me checking my security screen. It was the pizza guy.

“It’s the pizza,” I told Scarlett. “You got the salad under control?”

She raised her eyes and her eyes twinkled. “You are just trying to get out of cutting the salad,” she teased. She was partially right. It was a monotonous task but I loved doing it with her.

“How about this? You finish the salad,” I murmured low, pushing my body gently into her from behind and pressing my lips to the curve of her neck. “And later, I will reward you.”

She tilted her head, giving me better access. Her butt pushed back, against my groin and I groaned, instantly hard for her.

“You better not forget,” she murmured, turning her head sideways. Her mouth was slightly parted, her eyes soft - watching me. This need for her was almost terrifying. I hadn’t wanted anyone or anything as much as I wanted her before. And she had evoked this need within me in a matter of days.

“I will never forget any of my promises to you.” I meant it too. I would make her happy and proud. This woman was amazing and I’d spend the rest of my life proving that I deserved her.

Two hours later, we were cleaning out our dishes in the kitchen. She refused the dessert and I only wanted to eat her for dessert. Luckily, I was smart enough not to say that. She didn’t act like a sheltered virgin but I didn’t want to have her running from me either.

Scarlett playfully splashed water my way.

“What?” She eyed me innocently. “I was just air drying my hands. I can’t find a dish towel.”

I strode her way. “Right behind you,” I murmured against her lips, then took her lower lip between my teeth.

I watched her, waiting for her lead. There would be plenty of times in the future when I would lead. This time, I wanted her to tell me what she wanted, and I would give it to her.

She stood on tiptoes, pressing her lips against mine and blood rushed to my head. I thrusted my tongue into her mouth, claiming her. She moaned. I fucking loved the noises she made when we kissed. She was mine for the taking. So much for letting her lead.

I pulled her hard against me, her body fitting perfectly against mine. She felt amazing. Hauling her up, I sat her on the marble counter and her legs wrapped around my waist. Thank fucking God there was nothing on the counter.

Her mouth was hungry on me, and I was just as eager with her lips, our tongues dancing together in the battle of desire. I grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her in only her pink bra and matching panties.

Trailing my lips over her neck, I licked and nibbled, her taste engraving into me. She was definitely a dessert, the best dessert ever. Reaching behind her, I unclipped her bra and tossed it carelessly aside.

I couldn’t resist bending my head, taking her perky nipple into my mouth. Her back arched into me and her moan echoed through the penthouse. It was the fucking best music ever. The way she responded to my touch was amazing.

Next, I grabbed her panties, and she lifted her hips, helping me lower them down. Discarding them, I admired her body. She was a perfect sight, naked on my counter. My goddess. Her breathing was heavy, her cheeks flushed, and her dark eyes hazed with desire. This was where she belonged.

“Tell me what you like,” I whispered.

“I-I, please don’t stop touching me,” she begged. “It feels so good.”

I dropped over her and fluttered my tongue along her clit. She moaned loud, her hand grabbing onto my hair, pulling me closer. I flicked the tip of her clit back and forth.

She rocked into me, and cried out, “Oh my God!” Her hand shoved me harder against her, riding my face and her taste was the best dessert on my tongue.

I pushed a finger into her pussy, finger fucking her fast and hard. Her cries turned into screams and her body shivered in an orgasm. There was no better feeling than this. Watching her fly high because of me.

“Fucking beautiful,” I muttered, kissing her inner thigh. “And mine.”

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