Page 92 of Immaculate Corruption (Romanoff Bratva)

Again, her face flushes. She bites her lower lip. “It might’ve crossed my mind once or twice.”

“Then let’s—”

“Dima!” Arya widens her eyes and wags a finger. “No, sir. Keep it in your pants.”

I sigh and look out the window, pretending to be disappointed. But my hand stays on her knee. A minute ticks past.

Then I slide it up her thigh again.

To the crease in her hip.

Another minute.

Then more motion. This time, up to the warmth between her legs.

I hear a soft, husky breath escape from her lips. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t say a word. Not even as I find the waistband of her leggings and sneak my hand inside.

I hiss when I realize she’s not wearing any panties. I look at her—but she’s looking straight ahead. As if this is fine as long as we don’t make eye contact.

I chuckle. Then I slide one finger along her slit.

She’s absolutely dripping wet. My finger is soaked immediately. As I watch, her lips part, then clamp back together again.

“You’re already on the edge, aren’t you,krasavitsa?” I mutter to Arya, who still refuses to look back at me. I lean closer and brush my lips against the rim of her earlobe. “You’re doing everything you can not to come like my beautiful little whore in front of everyone on this damn plane.”

She’s squirming imperceptibly. Damn near vibrating. Her hands are clamped tight on the armrests.

Between her thighs, I find her clit and rub slow circles, again and again and again. Each one brings her closer and closer to shattering completely.

I laugh again, low and dangerous. “They don’t know what’s happening to you. They don’t know I’m ruining you one touch at a time. This is our little secret, Arya.”

“Dima…” she chokes out. Her hand flies from the armrest and clamps onto my forearm, clinging to me for dear life.

“Say stop and I’ll stop. Just one little word. You can do that, can’t you?” I tease. “All you have to do to make this end…”

She’s vibrating even faster now. I swear the seat is shaking. My cock is an iron rod in my pants.

But this isn’t about me. This is about bringing this little hellcat to the peak—and then shoving her right off it into the fucking abyss below.

“But you aren’t going to do that. No, no, no. Because you aremy little whore. You aremykrasavitsa.So when I tell you to come, you come. Are you ready?”

I’m stroking faster and faster now. One finger plunging in and out of her relentlessly. The other circling her clit. Her fingers are digging into my arm.

“Dima…” she whimpers again. “I’m going to…”

“Not until I tell you to,” I hiss. “Tell me you’re ready. Beg for it.”

“Please, God,” she says at once in the tiniest whisper. “Please let me come.”

I lean closer. Drag my lips down from her ear to the base of her throat and nip lightly. She’s bucking her hips against my palm, needy and desperate.

Then I raise my mouth to her ear again. I’m driving hard into her now with three fingers and she’s so soaked that I slide in and out effortlessly. She’s clenching over and over and I know that she’s right there, so fucking close to coming all over my hand.

Which makes it all the more delicious when I make my next move.

I press my lips to her ear one more time and whisper, “No.”

Then I draw my hand out and don’t say a word to her for the rest of the flight.

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