Page 11 of Big Bad Wolf

She nods, then stops, her cheeks heating under my gaze. “Not right now, Vas.”

I’m not anticipating sex so soon. As long as I get a taste, I’m fine waiting until my girl is good and ready. Because I know it won’t take long for her to beg for it.

“But you do want me to fuck you eventually?” I smile and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, distracting myself with a menial task to keep from shredding her clothes and nailing her right now.

She sinks her teeth into her plump bottom lip and nods. “Maybe. One day.”

“Good girl,” I say, bringing her tighter into my embrace and stealing a kiss I never want to return. Scarlett returns my kiss, devouring my tongue and biting my lips until I pull away to catch my breath. She’s making me lose my fucking mind. I hardly recognize myself anymore, but I’m confident this is the man I was meant to be.

“Just a taste, Little Red. Just a taste and I’ll take you to work.” I lift her off my lap and toss her onto the leather bench seat. She gasps with surprise but doesn’t resist. “I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

Without waiting for a reply, I drop to my knees and pull her white lace panties, drenched with arousal, off her legs. I spread her thighs, then hook them over my shoulders. One look at her pretty pink pussy, wet and bare, brings my world to a halt. Admiring its perfection, I forget to breathe. “This is mine, baby. From now on, this pussy is all fucking mine.”

I dive in, licking her from top to bottom, savoring her taste and consuming every inch of her slick pussy. I want it all. Scarlett is the last woman I’ll ever have, the only one I’ll ever love, and I want to satisfy her in every way imaginable.

“Vasily!” Scarlett screams and weaves her hand through my hair, tugging then, holding me down, urging me to eat her out.

I need no encouragement but appreciate the enthusiasm.

“Please, don’t stop!”

I lick her again and again with lightning-fast strokes on her hard clit. Her hips jerk, bouncing up and down and grinding against my grateful mouth. I believe I’ve died and gone to heaven. She’s the sweetest delicacy. Exquisite and mouthwatering. I need her more than I’ve ever needed anything. Every shuddering moan takes me to the edge and burns me alive.

I plunge my tongue between her wet lips and feed on her honey. Scarlett arches her back, crying and panting, lost in an overwhelming lust that threatens to make her lose control.

“Vas! Oh my God! Vas!” Scarlett trembles, her breath hitching as she calls my name as she comes.

This is bliss.

I pull her into my arms and stare into her sleepy, dazed, lust-filled eyes. “I don’t care what anyone else says or thinks, baby. You will be mine. You’ll be my wife, the mother of my children, my partner and lover. I won’t take no for an answer.”

ChapterEight

“How does this look, sweetie? Do you think I can pull it off?” Donna sashays through the fitting room curtain and twirls twice, giving me a 360-degree view of her new red Valentino gown. It complements every curve and accentuates her petite waist.

I’m not crazy about the shocking red, but I can’t deny that she looks great in it.

“You look fabulous, Donna. You always look gorgeous.” My eyes shift up and down, trying to focus on her while my cell phone vibrates in my hand. Vas won’t stop sending me sexy messages, reminding me of what transpired this morning and giving me a play-by-play of what’s to come.

Vas: I’m losing your taste, Little Red. I need a second dose to get me through the night.

My cheeks burn red with embarrassment. I can’t believe I let a man I hardly know put his face between my thighs. I’m making light of it. Vas did so much more than that. His mouth was on me. His tongue and fingers were inside me. We met last week, and he’s already gone where no man has gone before.

I turn to one side and keep my phone from Donna’s prying eyes.

Me: You’re horrible. This isn’t the time or place. I’m with my stepmother trying on dresses.

Vasily: What are you buying? I bet you look beautiful.

I hold my hand over my mouth to hide my laughter. Donna has eyes in the back of her head and rabid intuition. I’m shocked she hasn’t noticed there’s something different about me. I have to remember to keep my cool. There’s no way I could tell her a Russian gangster went down on me in the back of an SUV.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you try this on?” Donna holds up a black asymmetrical off-the-shoulder minidress and shakes the hanger. “This is lovely, age-appropriate, and I know you’ll look stunning.”

I shake my head and wave it away. “I was going to wear the navy-blue one I wore to Dante's wedding. It’s bad luck to only wear a dress once.” I make something up to get her to back off. She means well. My nonexistent style needs a major overhaul, but I’m uncomfortable showing off my body.

Of course, I wasn’t too shy to let a man service my intimate part.

“You made that up. If I was your age with your body, I’d let the entire city ogle me. Appreciate what you have while you have it, little girl. Now, please try it on for me. If it makes you feel better, it’s on sale.” Donna strides toward me and places the dress in my lap.

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