Page 42 of Mercenary Princess

The look Jen slanted her made it clear that Sophia had lost her damned mind.

It had been a long damn night, and Sophia had hit her limit on delays. Finding Viktor soapy and wet was going to be her prize. With all the stress piling up, she had no intention of missing any second of pleasure she could pack into the moments she had left with him. Wet, soapy moments.

Decision made, Sophia broke the rules. She took the blocker from her guard’s fingers. It was activated by one button, and Sophia could see that the curtains were already drawn in the room. She could easily draw the ones in his bedroom if she needed to. She wasn’t making light of Jen’s work; she just couldn’t take another minute. “I’ve got it. Thank you.”

She hurriedly clicked the door shut behind her and pushed the button on the device, knowing she’d hear about this later. With purposeful strides, she sailed through the doorway to the bedroom, dropping her bag along the way. She kicked off her high heels and slipped the dress down over sensitive skin before setting the jamming device in the wide-open doorway between the bathroom and bedroom.

The sound of water drew her in like a siren’s call, making her heartbeat sound in her ears. Her nipples pressed hard against the lace bra, a barrier she swiftly tossed to the floor. He’d expected her later because she’d planned to shower after the dinner. But she hadn’t been able to wait, and she was far more intent on the idea of taking one with Viktor.

The glass walls separating him from her were covered in steam, revealing only the tanned outline of his tall, muscular body.

Slipping out of her underwear, she stepped into the cavernous space, soaking in the warm spray misting over her naked body. She was met with the sight of his hard, muscular back. She tracked the water gliding through the dips and valley of a perfect butt all the way to his feet.

He turned, and the look in his eyes made her breath catch in her throat. The view was just as tantalizing from the front. Water cascaded through the dusting of hair on his chest to a cock that seemed to harden at her gaze.

“Come here, Sophia.” His gravelly tone set her in motion.

Three steps brought her into his warmth. Her tension drained away the second his arms pulled her in, and she couldn’t help but lick the droplets of water from his skin. His chest rumbled under her lips, and she loved it so much that she felt tempted to just stand there, soaking in the sensation. That desire warred with a far more tantalizing one.

Strong hands slid from her arms down to grip her ass and pulled her in until his cock was smashed against her stomach. She moaned before sliding her hands around his neck. She rose on her toes as she pulled him down for a kiss. He allowed it—that was the only description that fit. The second her tongue slipped into his mouth, he bent and took over. It was a painstakingly slow and demanding kiss that left very little of her mind intact.

Water sluiced over their bodies as the world quieted to nothing more than the two of them. Pleasure.

She wanted so much more, one more experience she’d craved but been denied the night before. She broke the kiss, and the look in his eyes said he hadn’t been done. “Shh,” she whispered as she set her fingers to his bottom lip with a teasing grin. “You’ll like what I want to do.”

He seemed to get her meaning, because his cock throbbed against her stomach.

He’d toyed with her all last night, but he’d never given her time to torment him in kind. Now was that time. “It’s my turn to play.”

Her hands explored his back, hips, and ass as she came off her tiptoes, sliding her wet stomach over his cock as she licked and nipped the strong column of his throat. Slowly, she moved to his nipples, and he made an animalistic noise. The vibrations slid through her lips all the way to her toes. His skin tasted good—clean and masculine.

He was so much bigger than she was, and it made her feel incredibly powerful when he rocked into her. His fingers dug into her hips as she kissed and lapped at his skin.

“I thought about sucking you all day,” she whispered into his skin, and his entire body tightened against her. When she looked up, it was to see something in his eyes she couldn’t define. A hint of surprise maybe? He looked darker, his stubbled jaw impossibly tight. “Will you let me?” Her voice had become huskier, even to her own hearing.

His gaze heated to an inferno, his fingers on her hips almost biting now. “If you do this, I won’t be gentle.”

His warning just made her wetter. Her breathing grew more erratic, and she couldn’t stop from licking her lips. His eyes moved there and stilled.

If this was all the time she had with him, she’d make it just like she’d dreamed. “Then don’t be gentle. I want to suck you as you watch.” It seemed the limited time she had emboldened her enough that she was willing to ask for what she needed.

His cock throbbed against her stomach, and he tilted his head back as if in pain. He set her aside, and she reeled at the action and sudden loss of his warmth. A few steps took him to the edge of the shower. He grabbed a towel, tossed it on the ground, and commanded, “Get on your knees, Sophia.”

Her heart rate accelerated with how aroused those words made her. She sank down, holding his strong thighs for balance.

“Keep your thighs tight the whole time you suck me,” he ordered. She instinctually tightened her thighs and felt her pussy clench as she looked up at him. Yes. This was what she needed. His eyes turned knowing. “They stay closed. I want you to save every drop that slides free when you suck my cock.”

She thought she might actually come from his words alone.

He gripped the thick flesh in question, and she licked her lips, dying for him to feed it to her. She tilted her head back, having every intention of making this so good that he’d never forget her. Her hands slid up and covered his hand. “Let me.”

She pulled his fingers away, replacing them with her own before hefting the weight. She watched him as she ran her tongue from the base slowly up to the tip, savoring every lick.

His eyes went hard. “Don’t tease. You don’t want me to lose control.” The warning only made her hotter. She tongued the slit of his cock, closed her eyes, and moaned at the salty taste of his pre-come.

He cursed in Russian as she lapped at him, wanting more.

“You love my come.” Not a question, but a statement.

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