Page 40 of Twisted Empire: King's Gambit

“Natalya invited me to a luncheon the philharmonic is hosting,” I say as I walk past him. “Hope you don’t mind.”

I don’t wait for an answer and head straight into the walk in, where I take my time yet again. First, I dry my body and hair, and slip on a matching lace underwear set, including a garter belt. Then I slip on some sheer black stockings. To finish the look off for now, I added a silk robe without tying it.

Now to wait.

As I sit in front of my vanity doing my makeup, I hear the bathroom door opening and hide the smile on my face by putting on red lipstick. He enters and I try my hardest not to stare, but Mikhail has one of those bodies that demands your attention.

Our eyes lock in the mirror when he enters and I hear him say something in Russian, then he shakes his head and smirks. A sliver of annoyance shoots through me even if I had the desired effect, but then he starts to towel dry himself.

Holy fucking shit.

I thought I was being seductive, but have you ever seen a well-built man drying his body and watching the way his muscles ripple? I swear, the Gods carved his body to perfection, and it’s so fucking annoying how gorgeous he is.

After drying his hair, he immediately looks at me and I drop the lipstick I’ve been holding, breaking the spell he had over me. I hear him chuckle behind me and my face heats up.

“What are you trying to achieve,Malyshka?” he asks as he reaches for one of his white button-down shirts. “I’ve already seen your body and want to fuck you into next week, but not until you’re begging me.”

I scoff and get to my feet, then I turn around to face him, making a point of letting my robe slip from my shoulder.

“God complex, much?” I say as I saunter towards him. The way he’s looking at me has goosebumps puckering all over my skin, and when I drop to my knees in front of him, his eyes go wide.

“Is this where you want me, Mikhail?” I ask, my breath fanning over his thickening cock, then I watch as he unravels when I lick him from the base right to the tip. “Do you want to fuck my mouth?”

He moves to grab my hair and I quickly get to my feet and step back from him, knowing I’ve set him off. That predatory look in his eyes and the low growl in his chest sends a thrill right through me.

I throw my arms around his neck and give him the sweetest smile. “Too bad—”

“Finish what you fucking started,Malyshka,”he says through gritted teeth, and I maintain my smile while he looks like he’s about to explode.

I tut and shake my head. “No, I don’t think I will.”

I’m playing with fire, I know, but why the fuck am I craving the burn? I walk backwards, needing to put some distance between us before I really do finish what I started.

He chuckles and I swear it heads right to my pussy. “Oh, I’d love to be on my knees for you, Gabriette, but unlike you, I’ll finish what I’ll start,” he says, smirking as he strokes his cock. Fucking hell.

“Hmm, just thinking about slipping my tongue between your pussy lips is making me want to pin you to that wall.”

“Cristo,” I curse and turn around, my heart beating way too fast as I slip off my robe, but then I feel his arms circle my waist and I immediately stiffen.

“What’s the matter?” he whispers into my ear, his beard tickling my neck. “Can’t take what you dish out? Let’s call it even,Malyshka… get on your knees for me again.”

I laugh at this, even though I would love to be on my knees for him. But I’m no quitter and I won’t give him the satisfaction of breaking first.

I let my head drop back against his chest. “What kind of queen would I be if I quit now?” I say as I stare up at him. “Yes, looking at you stroking that delicious cock got my pussy throbbing—”

“Fuck,” he breathes.

“But I won’t be giving in just yet, Baranov,” I say, then I turn to offer him a sweet smile. “It’s a pity you won’t get to feel just how wet I am for you right now.”

He chuckles as I walk away from him, and he shakes his head. “God, you were made for me,” he says and we both continue getting dressed, hyperaware of the other standing there.

But as I slip on my heels, he walks toward me, gets on his knees in front of me and ties the little buckle on the side of my shoe. I suck in a breath when he draws his hand up the inside of my leg as he rises to his feet.

He tilts my chin up to face him, biting the corner of his bottom lip. “Oh, you’ll break beautifully,Malyshka, and I’ll be right there feasting on your shattered pieces,” he says, then he walks out as if that line didn’t just get my nipples hard.

The bastard.

GABRIETTE

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