Page 44 of Savage Princess

I hang up the dresses in the small closet when we get to our motel for the night, as Levin sets out the food for dinner. I catch him glancing at me as I reach up to slide the garment bags over a hanger, and the look in his eyes is more heated than I would have expected.

“Are you thinking about me putting that black dress on again?” I ask him teasingly, and I see him flinch a little, straightening.

I don’t know what prompts me to keep going, as he crosses the room to set the contents of his pockets on the nightstand. I know I’m teasing too much, pushing, but I want more. I want to enjoy the time I have left with him—because if this works and we get the money we need, if we get away from Rio, I won’t see him again after that.

“You were thinking about taking it off of me at the store, weren’t you?” I step up behind him, running my fingers down his back, and I feel the shiver that goes through him. “I like when you think about me like that.”

“I shouldn’t, though.” Levin turns to face me, catching my hand in his. “We’ve been over this, again and again, Elena. I havenobusiness thinking of you like that.”

“Why?” I’m determined not to let this go. “Why not? Because I’m younger than you? I’ve held my own in all of this, and I’m an adult. I can make my own decisions. Because you’re supposed to be protecting me? You do a good job of that all of the time, even when—”

“This is a distraction.” Levin’s fingers close around my wrist, and as if in spite of himself, he pulls me closer. “Youare a distraction. And I’m supposed to bewatchingyou, Elena. How am I supposed to do that effectively when every time I look at you, I—”

“You what?” I breathe, feeling my heart stutter in my chest. “What, Levin?”

“Goddamn it, Elena, I—”

“What do you want to do to me?” The words come out softer than I meant for them to, huskier. “What kind of fantasies do you have about me that have you so torn up? Do you want to spank me?” I let a teasing note into my voice, looking up at him. “Is that why it drives you so crazy when I’m bad? Because you want to punish me for it?”

Somethingdoestingle through me at that, like electricity over my skin at a low voltage, just a little.

Levin shakes his head, his blue gaze fixed on mine. “No, Elena,” he says quietly. “That’s not what I want to do to you.”

“What is it, then?” I look up at him as innocently as I can. “Do you want to tie me up? Make me beg for it? Lick whipped cream off of me? What do you imagine doing to me, Levin, that makes you feel like it’s so terrible?”

“You read too many romance novels,” he growls, his hand still closed around my wrist, and when I feel it tighten, another thrill goes through me.

“Maybe,” I whisper, a smile still playing on my lips. “But where do you think I got the ideas for how to give a blowjob?’”

The look on his face tells me everything I need to know about whether or not he enjoyed it. Just the mention of what I’d done has his jaw tightening and his eyes heating, and he hasn’t let go of me.

“This isn’t a conversation we should be having.” He doesn’t sound as certain about it as I think he wants to, though. “The food is getting cold—”

“I want to know.” I lean into him, looking up at his handsome face. “I want to know what you picture when you think of me. I’ll tell you what I fantasize about if you tell me—”

“Elena–”

“I know.” I tilt my head, reaching up to run the fingers of my other hand through his close-cropped hair. “This isn’t a game. But it could be. Just for a little bit. You could show me exactly what sort of games you like to play.”

I can see the conflict in his face, the way he’s struggling to fight what I know he wants. His hands slide down to my hips, and he looks at me with that heat in his blue eyes that I recognize so well. I’ve seen it often, now.

“You want to know the things I want to do to you?” His voice lowers, an octave down, rougher.

A shiver runs down my spine. “Yes,” I whisper, leaning into him a little more, so I’m brushing against the front of him, and I can feel him starting to harden against me just from the closeness. “I want to know all of it.”

“I’ve been gentle with you.” His fingers trace along my hairline, brushing my hair behind my ear. “I wanted to be careful. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

I feel another shiver. “And you want to hurt me?” I don’t know how I feel about that. It doesn’t seem to fit the Levin I know—but I’m also not entirely sure that it bothers me.

“No.” He laughs, the sound raspy. “I don’t want to hurt you, Elena. But I don’t want to be gentle, either. Do you know what I thought about in that store?”

I swallow hard, shaking my head. “No. That’s why I asked.”

Levin sucks in a deep breath, his fingers skimming along my cheekbone. “I wanted to push that dress up around your hips, get on my knees, and eat you out until you screamed my name in the middle of that store. I wanted to turn you around in that dressing room and fuck you from behind while you watched it in the mirror, hard and fast, until you came all over my cock.That’swhat I imagined, and that was just today.”

He stiffens against me as he speaks, his cock hard against my thigh, and I feel an answering flood of arousal rushing through my veins until I feel almost dizzy. “Is that all?” I whisper, and Levin chuckles darkly.

“No,krastoka,” he murmurs. “That’s not all.”

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