Page 28 of Savage Assassin

I realize, as he thumbs the chiffon away between my breasts, pushing it to either side so that I’m slowly bared to him without anyone else seeing what he’s doing. With me seated on his lap like this, there’s no way for any of the other guests to know exactly how far we’ve gone. He likely wouldn’t be expected to take my very expensive virginity so unceremoniously, but it looks like he’s toying with the idea, at least. Enjoying me, as heisexpected to.

All of those thoughts fly out of my head when Levin lowers his mouth to my nipple.

I clutch at his shoulders, gasping. His tongue flicks over the stiffened flesh, sending a river of liquid heat through me. Before I can stop myself, I feel my back arching, sinking down onto his lap before I can remember my resolve, and exactly what he’ll know when I get up.

The stiff, smooth fabric of his suit trousers grazes over the sensitive, swollen flesh between my thighs. Worse still, I can feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my bare pussy, and it feels even lewder on account of the fact that he’s fully, entirely dressed–and I barely am. There’s only his trousers between my bare flesh and his naked cock, and I have the sudden, dizzying thought that I wish there wasn’t.

My entire body feels as if it’s throbbing with need. I feel him flinch as I sink down onto his lap, his hands tightening on my sides. For one brief second, his mouth tightens around my nipple, sucking as his teeth graze against it, and my mouth drops open on a moan louder than before.

“Fuck,” Levin breathes against my skin, and I know in that instant that I’m getting to him, too. He pulls back, jerking the chiffon back into place, his hand dropping to my thigh and sliding upwards as I feel his chest heave. I know he’s struggling to get himself back under control, and I have a wild, entirely inappropriate desire to push, to make himlosemore of it instead, the way I feel as if I am.

I want more of the strange pleasure swirling in and through and over me. I want to find out what comes next, because my hands on my breasts, my skin, and between my legs haveneverfelt like this. I want to grind myself down onto his lap, rub my clit against the friction of his covered cock until I come on his lap, or beg for his fingers to take me there instead.

Dizzily, I turn my head, looking across the room. Most of the men are taking pleasure instead of giving it, but one man has his girl on her back on one of the couches, his head buried between her thighs as he holds her open, his other hand moving feverishly between his own legs as he jerks himself off while he goes down on her. Next to them, another man has the blonde bent over the arm of the couch, fucking her furiously from behind. I can see the jealousy on her face as she looks at the girl in front of her, being brought to a screaming climax by the man’s tongue on her clit.

Levin could do that. He could make you come like that. What would it feel like?I can’t even imagine it, the kind of pleasure that must be. I feel myself throb at the thought, a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me, and I realize with horror that I’m even wetter than before, that I must be soaking him. I have no idea if he can feel it or not.

His hand is on the top of my thigh, slipping under the chiffon, very near where I want it. But he doesn’t move it further, and I know it’s a ruse, a ploy to look as if he’s touching me more intimately when he’s not.

What if he has to ask me to do something to him? Touch his cock, or–or put my mouth on it–

The thought isn’t as horrifying as it should be. I feel another pulse of desire at the thought, of Levin taking my hand and pressing it against him, wrapping my fingers around him.What would his face look like? What noises would he make? Would he come all over my hand? In my mouth?

There are so many things I know about from my books, in the vague sort of way that I’ve managed to imagine them, and all of them I’ve never experienced in reality. Everything about this night is wilder than I could have expected, and it feels like a madhouse, like I’m slowly losing my mind. I’ve gone from never having so much as been kissed to seeing the lewdest, pornographic displays of sexuality right in front of me, and I don’t know how to feel about any of it.

I don’t know how to feel about what I’m feeling now.

There’s another voice from behind me, a rougher one, and I jerk on Levin’s lap, my stomach curdling at the question he asks.

“Well, you’re taking your sweet time with her, aren’t you? Going to deprive us all of watching you take that virginity you paid so much for?”

It’s Diego’s voice behind me, and I close my eyes, feeling all the arousal leach out of me in an instant.

I might not be as safe as I thought I was.

Levin

I’m losing my fucking mind. Nowhere, in any of the planning that we’d done, had I expected this to be this goddamn difficult.

I’d expected that they’d put her in something meant to arouse. I’d told myself it would be fine. I’m not the young man I once was, and I’m no fucking virgin. I ought to be able to control myself when confronted with a woman in sparse clothing, no matter how beautiful.

The dress they’d put her in made her look like a princess on her wedding night. Luxurious, elegant, and lewdly sexual all at once, both covering and revealing just enough to drive a man mad with wanting to strip it off and see exactly what’s being hinted at underneath. I’d felt a jolt of lust like nothing I’d felt in a long time go through me when I’d seen her, and it had made me feel ashamed, just like in the courtyard.

I’m not here to want her. I’m here to protect her.

Remember what happened the last time you let yourself lust after a woman you were supposed to protect,I’d told myself, that ever-present voice in my head digging in cruelly, reminding me of past failings. It had cooled my lust enough for me to warn her that the party wasn’t going to be what she expected.

Ihadn’t expected it to already be in such full swing, but Diego’s guests had wasted absolutely no time. We’d walked into a full fucking orgy, with the men who’d bought girls from the auction today, wasting no time “enjoying” them.

I’d needed a drink as badly as I was certain she did.

I’d also felt guilty about suggesting she take something stronger, some of the pills or other party drugs that I saw circulating–Diego’s specialties. I knew they’d be high enough grade that they wouldn’t hurt her, and I’d felt desperate to think of some way to make this easier on her.

It had probably been for the best that she’d refused. On the other hand, when I’d pulled her down onto my lap and heard her ask what I was going to do to her, I’d started to wishIhad something stronger to take the edge off.

I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me. I’ve always loved women, always enjoyed sex and novelty, and enjoyed hedonistic pleasures to their fullest, even before I’d ever been in love and long after I’d been certain I never would be again. But I’m old enough not to get instantly hard when a girl sits down on my leg.

Elena had me half-hard the instant her ass hit my thigh.

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