When I stroked him from base to head, he cast me another look of warning--even as his gaze gleamed with lust. Now it was a battle of wills, a game of chicken. Stroke. He was refusing to react; I refused to quit. Another stroke. Who would blink first?
Wondering if I could get him off like this, I rubbed him with more pressure. The muscles in his shoulders and arms began to swell. The fighter must be clenching his fists beneath the table.
His eyes promised a hot and thorough punishment.
Mine must've been pleading for it.
If I retired to my room, would he follow? Apparently, I would be blinking first. I lowered my foot and slipped my shoe back on. As the sports car debate wound down, I feigned a yawn and rose. "I'm tired from the trip as well." Avoiding Sevastyan's face, I said, "Good night, everyone. It was great to meet you all."
"But there are more bottles to finish," Filip said with an irrepressible wink. Oh, dear, what if he tried to follow me?
To dissuade him, I said, "Stay and have fun--I'll see you tomorrow."
He brightened. "Tomorrow afternoon, then. It's a date."
Date? That wasn't what I'd meant, and I didn't want to get his hopes up. But all eyes were on us, so I decided to let it go for now.
With a last wave at everyone, I made my way out of the dining room. I took my time strolling back to my suite, pausing to regard the collection of paintings in the upstairs hall, wishing Sevastyan would come to me.
And then he did. Striding down the hallway, looking every inch a mafiya enforcer. Expression murderous.
Which for him could be literal.
Chapter 15
As Sevastyan prowled closer, I backed up a step, then another.
He grabbed my upper arm, dragging me down the hall. In a deceptively soft voice, he asked, "Did you enjoy playing with me?" He opened a side door, shoved me inside, then closed it behind us. I smelled fresh laundry and brass polish.
A maid's closet?
And it was in a tsar's residence? I could only imagine how many secret trysts had been carried out over the years within these four walls.
He flipped on a muted light, backing me farther inside. "You left me hard and aching, then planned a fucking assignation with Filip in front of me?" When my ass met a linen shelf, he clamped a hand on either side of my hips to cage me in, filling my head with his seductive scent. "Are we so interchangeable? Filip and I?"
"I don't like him that way."
"Do you not?" Sevastyan's voice was laced with rage. "You looked like you did at the beginning of dinner. When he was about to kiss you."
"What does it matter to you? You blew me off, remember?"
"It matters when you decide to stroke my cock under the table till I'm nearly strangling with need. It matters when you were drinking me down less than twenty-four hours ago." Without warning, he shoved my dress up over my hips.
I sucked in a breath.
He stared at my thong, then the black thigh-highs, fingering the lacy tops. "Who did you wear these for?"
I raised my chin. "You."
"So you planned for us to be together? After I'd said no? Tonight you've enjoyed playing with fire. But will you accept the burn you've earned?"
"Pardon--"
The word was cut off with a gasp when he lifted me up on the shelf. "I'm going to show you what I felt." He wedged himself between my thighs.
"What does that mean?"
He didn't answer, just unzipped his slacks to drag the heavy length of his cock out. The crown was damp with arousal. My body went electric when his shaft strained toward my pussy, as if hunting it on its own.
I'd loved on his dick with my mouth and taken his semen on my tongue, wanted to again. "Let me kiss you like last night." I tried to shimmy off the shelf, but he pinned me there, pressing that shaft directly against the silky front of my panties. Right against my swollen clitoris. I moaned when I perceived the heat of him, even through the damp material.
"Feel that," he rasped. "Teasing me got you wet? You like goading me until I lose control?"
"Yes," I whimpered.
He rubbed my upper thighs with his callused palms, higher and higher. With his thumbs, he reached under my panties and pulled my lips past the sides of the crotch. "This is what I felt." He thrust, as much as clothes-fucking me, with only silk between his cock and my clit.
I moaned low, my head falling back.
"No, you don't," he snapped, drawing my gaze. "You're going to look at me like you did when you teased me, Natalya. Like you would die if I didn't fuck you at that moment." He gave a second thrust, making my body vibrate. "Your eyes were begging me to bend you over that table and plunge into your pussy." Another thrust. "Is that what you meant to tell me?"
"Yes!" I was going to come like this, was already on the verge. "I want it now."
"Christ, woman." He rocked his hips again, gliding his shaft over me. More pre-cum clung to the head; he swiped a streak of it against the silk, then positioned himself once more.
The friction and heat were making me mindless. "Please don't stop that!"
"I should stop, leaving you as you did me." He leaned forward to rumble words at my ear, "Feeling like I'd explode, on the verge of coming in my pants. So close I wanted to; damn the consequences, I wanted you to bring my cock off in a room full of people."
When I shivered, his thumbs delved deeper. "Open your dress."
I untied the sash, then drew the sides apart, baring my bra.
"Very nice," he said with another thrust. "Now, take that off."
I snatched it up, wanting him to see my heavy breasts.
When they bobbed with his next thrust, he grunted the order: "Play."
My hands flew to them, cupping.
"Lovely Natalya." He rolled his hips again. The silk was now soaking. "You're going to wet me through your panties?" He ran two fingers along the damp underside of his shaft before returning it against me.
I moaned. "Why won't you have sex with me?"
"Don't forget this is punishment." A harder, crueler thrust. "And you're not for me. Now, show me how hard those nipples can get."
I tugged at them.
"Harder."
I did, moaning when I felt his thumbs at my slit, opening me, so close to breaching me with them. "Inside, Sevastyan. Put your fingers inside me."
"Have you ever used one of those vibrators to penetrate yourself?"
My face heated, a ridiculous reaction considering what we were doing. But I answered honestly, "Yes. I like to."
He groaned, bucking faster. "Then why were you a virgin?"
Between panting breaths, I said, "Hadn't met . . . the right guy."
"Yet you think you have now?" He started a series of swift pumps, sawing his shaft back and forth over my wet clit.
"Sevastyan!" I could almost pretend that he was fucking me, his stiff rod pillaging my core. He'd fuck and fuck until I was forced to come around his cock. Until he'd forced me to milk that thick length . . . "Ah, God, I'm about--"
He covered my mouth with one of his hands, muffling my screams. He slipped two fingers between my lips, treating me to my own juices. "Suck," he ordered.
My head fell back and I sucked in delight, imagining those fingers were his cock. Under his sharp thrusts, I began to orgasm. I screamed, I sucked, I never wanted it to end.
Clenching, spasming, each wave brought unbearable pleasure--and a frenzied hunger to be filled. . . .
When I was too sensitive to take any more, he pulled back and pressed my knees toward my naked breasts. With me rocking back against the wall, ankles on his shoulders, he yanked my panties to my thighs, baring me. Gaze locked on my swollen flesh, he fisted himself, masturbating that big cock.
Neck straining, arm muscles bulging, he grated, "Watch me come on you." He was aiming between my legs. The idea of him ejaculating there made me melt all over again, my pussy quivering and contracting as he watched--
"Fuck, woman, I see you!" Choking back a yell, he began to spurt he
avy ropes of cum.
When scorching semen lapped against my sensitive lips, I moaned, spreading my legs in welcome.
Between gnashed teeth, he hissed, "My greedy girl wants more?" He squeezed his cock, and another ribbon lashed my mons. Over and over, he pumped himself until his shaft was spent, pulsating but empty. . . .
Dazed, wanting to kiss him, I reached for him.
But he pushed my hands away. "Ah-ah." He palmed me between my thighs--and began slathering his seed into my flesh.
Why? What? How could that be so sexy? As ever, I had no idea what he would do next. Though my arousal had renewed with a surge, I sat docile, allowing him to coat me.
After working my panties back into place, he used his whole palm to give the sodden crotch a good slap--which made me buck for another. With that same look of masculine satisfaction, he said, "You'll feel me tomorrow."
Wicked, sexy, domineering man. I couldn't imagine another male could excite me as much as he did. I needed to wrap my arms around him, to whisper in his ear how he drove me crazy.
But he simply zipped up and turned to go, to leave me like this. "Better focus your attention on someone you can actually manipulate. Speaking of which, have fun with Filip tomorrow."