Page 69 of Wilt

“There better not be.” I stop, mouth agape, horrified those words came from me. I have no place to demand loyalty and yet, I want it from him. Maybe I’m the fucked up one here.

Nikolai just gazes at me. “Jealous? Possessive? My little prisoner doesn’t like to share.”

I keep my mouth shut and the bastard kisses me, a lesson in seduction, the slow tease of soft kisses. Then, a nudge with his tongue against the seam of my lips. I open for him and his tongue slides in, a slow tango, and I melt.

“Answer me,” he demands as he draws back, his breath on my lips. “Are you asking if I have another?”

“I…” I glare. “Yes.”

He shakes his head with a knowing smirk. “No one, sweet Rose, holds even a spark to the shine of you. Besides, you’re a fulltime job.”

“I’m a job?”

He laughs a little, and it bruises my heart, just a little. “Rose, yeah, you are. Which is why, right now, I’m not fucking you.”

I swallow. “I want your skin on mine. I deserve a reward.”

“You don’t get to ask for a reward, Rose.” He laughs again, which only spurs me on.

“I’ll only touch, not…”

He considers me and then finally, he rises, pulling free from my arms. A mewl escapes me as he does. I’m suddenly so empty. He strips off his shirt, gaze never leaving my face. That sculpted tattooed chest and those abs—they’re scorching. Then he drops his pants and pulls down his boxer briefs—did I say scorching?Deadly.

“Oh. God.”

I thought he looked good dressed, but that’s nothing compared to naked, erect Nikolai. His cock really is big and thick. I know I’ve had it down my throat, but it’s different when I’m staring at it head on. It’s beautiful, and I want to touch, kiss, take him down my throat again.

This man is the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.

I half rise, reaching to touch him, and he thrusts into my hand as I close it around him. He’s hard, skin like hot silk, and the pre-cum beading at the tip helps me slide my hand up and down.

Nikolai sucks in a hiss of a breath. “Harder, tighter, Rose.”

I obey. The sight of him thrusting into my fist is definitely fantasy material. Combined with the pleasure scoring his face, I think it’s the most erotic thing I’ve seen. The air could sizzle, it’s that hot.

He leans down to the bed, still thrusting into my hand, and he takes my mouth again in a devastating kiss that spins my world.

“Wait.” Nikolai stills and pulls free, his fingers back, pushing into me, his cock against my thigh as he kisses me once more. When he brings me to the edge for the second time, he stops. It’s deliberate, I know, because the rumble of his laugh reverberates against my throat.

I go for him again. I want him inside me, but he’s not playing the game I want. He rises up on his haunches, eyes glittering as they take me in, spread and open and wanting before him. He dips his fingers into me, then uses that wetness to slowly tease my clit. It’s torture. Pure, glorious torture.

“Nikolai.”

“Fair’s fair, Rose.”

“I hate you.”

“What did I tell you about misbehaving?”

He picks up one of my legs and kisses my ankle, resting it on his shoulder.

“You’ll punish me?”

An eyebrow rises. “You want me to punish you?”

“You said you would make me yours, make me beg. I’m begging.”

He tsks, a smile spreading across his face. “Oh, Rose, you’re clever, but you’re not getting the punishment you want. Maybe a different one.” He slides his hand up my stomach, over my ribs to my breast, squeezing gently.

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