Page 25 of Delicious Prey

He leaves before I can argue. His bathroom is huge. There’s a large, walk-in shower that could easily fit the two of us with room to spare, and in the corner is a garden tub that I’d very much like to take a swim in. All my things are already stacked up on the counter and in the shower, but I didn’t unpack this morning. I look closer and open up one of the drawers, seeing the makeup I use mixed in with lotion and face wash. Some of this stuff I didn’t even pack. All of this was already here before he came and got me.

I should be freaking out, but instead I’m just happy to have what I need. I grab my toothbrush and brush my teeth before taking a shower. I try to hurry, but I’m also determined to make sure I’m all nice and shaved. If sexy Kirill is going to have his hands on me, then I want to make damn sure he doesn’t feel a bunch of stubble when he does it. With the hot water cascading down on me, I look down at the trimmed hair between my legs. Based on my experience with movies and books, men like a shaved pussy. I debate what to do for several seconds before grabbing the razor and shave gel and getting to work. It’s a terrifying few minutes, but when I set the razor aside, I look down and admire my work. I managed to not nick myself, and when I run my fingers over my skin, I can’t help but smile. It’s silky smooth, and I’m beginning to see the appeal.

Turning off the water, I wrap myself in a towel and step back into the bedroom. He’s waiting for me when I come out. He takes one look at my bare shoulders and the water that’s still dripping lightly down my skin and lowers his mouth to me. I feel the sharp nip of his teeth at the crook of my neck as he lets out a groan. Without a word, he walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him, leaving me with a racing heart and an ache between my legs. I’m starting to think this is just how I’m always going to feel from now on.

Walking to the closet, I step into the large room, not at all surprised to find that it’s already filled with clothes for me. I run my hands over the shirts and pants. They’re not my clothes, but they might as well be. The long-sleeve tees and jeans are the exact kind of thing I would’ve picked out on my own. I’m pulling open drawers, trying to find a bra and panties when I hear Kirill’s deep voice behind me.

“I told Vadim he wasn’t allowed to buy you any lingerie. I’ll be ordering that myself.”

I turn around, but whatever I was going to say dies on my tongue when I see him standing there in nothing but a towel wrapped around his trim waist. His dark hair is slick from the shower, still dripping a few beads of water onto his bare chest. My brain stops working at the sight of him. Not even his sexy, deep laugh can get me to pull my eyes away from the sculpted chest that I’m dying to lick.

Finally, I muster up the last of my pride and meet his eyes. The amused glint in them isn’t helping. “So I don’t have any underwear is what you’re saying?”

“If you didn’t pack any, then no.”

Fuck. I’d still been reeling from the fact that Kirill Chernikov was in my damn bedroom and that I’d just enjoyed a joint masturbation session with him. I had most definitely not been thinking about practical matters like fresh undies. Refusing to let him see how much he’s riling me up, I give him a soft smile and let my towel drop. His eyes flare when he takes in my freshly shaved body. The tension in his jaw and the way his towel tents out with his obvious erection would make me laugh if I wasn’t being pinned into silence by the fierce look in his eyes. He looks like a man who’s seconds away from losing all control. That look reminds me that he’s a very dangerous man, and I’m in way over my head.

Taking a step closer, he stalks me, slowly closing the distance and making it impossible for me to look away from his powerful body. He’s not a man to be fucked with, and I most definitely just fucked with him. Completely naked with my courage dwindling by the second, I take a step back and keep going until my bare ass hits the row of shelves behind me. Without clothes, the size difference is even more obvious. I truly am the little bunny who chose to tease the big, scary wolf, and now he looks like he’s about to slowly devour me piece by piece.

When he closes the distance, his cock presses into my stomach, reminding me that there’s only a scrap of towel between our naked bodies. He hooks a finger under my chin and jerks my face up to meet his eyes. Definitely an angry, stormy grey right now.

“You shaved.” Two words spoken in a thick accent, but they hold so much frustration and desire, so much want that I start to shift my weight from foot to foot, squirming from the intense emotions filling the air around us.

“Do you like it like this?” My words are nothing but a soft, breathy rush. It’s all I can manage right now.

His cock digs harder into my stomach. “What the fuck do you think, zaika?”

I swallow the whimper that wants to come out when he slowly drags a finger down my chest. He follows the curve of my breast before trailing his finger over my taut nipple. When he gives it a soft pinch, the whimper breaks free, and he smirks. He keeps his eyes locked on mine and slowly trails his finger lower.

“Always testing boundaries, little bunny,” he murmurs, ghosting his fingers over my freshly shaved skin. Dipping lower, he drags the tip of one finger along my wet slit. “Jesus Christ,” he groans.

My body is tense, waiting for him to dip inside as my heart races and my breathing picks up. Before he can do anything, an alarm goes off in the other room. His eyes darken at the sound of it. He gives my pussy a possessive squeeze, pulling a moan from me before he lets go and races out of the closet. Grabbing his phone, he swipes across the screen and studies it for a second and then tosses it on the bed.

“It’s Vadim.”

Feeling better that there isn’t an imminent threat barreling towards his sanctuary, he drops his towel and saunters back into the closet. My eyes run over him, drinking in the sight of all that toned perfection. He isn’t the least bit self-conscious, not that he has any reason to be, and I continue to eye fuck the hell out of him while he steps into a pair of jeans and grabs a black Henley. When he pulls the sleeves up, revealing his tatted forearms, I have myself a little mini orgasm.

Fully dressed, he walks back over to me and cups my face, tilting me up so he can kiss me. I grab his wrists, using him as my anchor as I stand on my tiptoes and open my mouth to him. The kiss is hard and hungry and way too short. When he pulls back, he smiles at the heavy-lidded look I’m giving him.

“This isn’t over, zaika.” He lets me go and takes a step back, running his eyes over my naked body one last time. “Get dressed and come downstairs. It’s time you met the man who’s been watching over you for two years.”

After he’s gone, I quickly grab a pair of jeans. It feels weird as hell to put them on without underwear, but I do it anyway, and then grab a pink long-sleeve tee. I pull it on and then take a quick look at myself in the mirror, groaning when all I can see are too very obvious nipples poking out against my shirt. There’s no way in fuck I’m going down there like this, so I switch the shirt out for a black one and hope that’s enough to not make it quite so painfully obvious.

I run a quick brush through my hair and head downstairs. If he didn’t want me to flash nipple, then he should’ve reminded me to pack some damn bras. As soon as I hit the kitchen, Peanut comes scrambling over to me, yipping and running around like he hasn’t seen me in days. I scoop him up, grateful that his furry little body will help conceal my bare chest.

“Where have you been?” I ask him.

“He’s been taking full advantage of the doggy door I asked Vadim to put in,” Kirill says, already getting ingredients out of the fridge.

“Is it safe for him to just run around like that?”

Kirill laughs. “He’s got four bodyguards now. Nothing is going to happen to that little guy.”

I smile at the image and then turn when I hear a knock. Kirill pulls his phone from his back pocket and uses it to unlock the front door, proving he has one hell of a kick-ass security system going on here. Suddenly nervous, I squeeze Peanut tighter and take a step closer to Kirill. As soon as he sees it, he stops what he’s doing and wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer. He kisses the top of my head.

“Don’t worry, baby. He’s a friend.”

“It’s just weird finally meeting him. I mean, he’s been watching me for so long.”

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