She cleared her throat as if she debated that she’d shared too much.
He flinched at the level of pain in her eyes, the way it dulled the spark of mystery and tenacity that he’d only just discovered below the surface. What had happened to cause such stained views?
She turned her attention back to the scene Samuel performed, eyes wide taking in the withering bodies, her expression a mirror of her emotions.
Curious gazes found his from neighboring balconies. Several men nodded their way with an appreciative look for his guest.
He stepped behind her and a slow movement pulled aside the few curls that had slipped from their hold. The long silken strands dragged across her skin and solicited a shuddering gasp of surprise from her.
He let the pad of his finger follow the invisible trail. “Tell me, kroshka, is it wrong for a person to seek pleasure?” He leaned in and blew a breath across her exposed shoulder. In the dim light of their private box, he could see her eyes slip closed before she slammed them back open. Obviously pulled between how her body reacted to him and how she thought she should react.
“N…no. Not at all.” Her eyes widened in surprise as she turned to hold his gaze over her shoulder, her stammered reply sending a wave of frustration to pinch her brows. God, he wanted to kiss her, rob her of her breath and banish the haunted look in her eyes.
“But one has to give and take equally. Never steal to find it and never put your own above others.”
“I agree.”
Matteo leaned in and pressed his lips against her forehead. He took it easy, but he knew his friend hungered to take her deeper.
She leaned back and settled against Sevastyan’s chest.
He attempted to ignore how she breathed his scent in long and slow. Ignored how her heartbeat raced against his lips as he traced a soft kiss up the length of her elegant neck and damn it, he didn’t want to notice how her breath hitched when he gently bit the tender flesh of her earlobe. But he wasn’t blind or deaf, and his dick sure the hell was not immune to her allure.
She turned in his arms, and he moved them from prying eyes.
Lucian and Matteo right behind him.
He had broken about five rules in his personal guidebook of not getting too close to anyone. Laser focus had its place and up until that moment, he had never veered off his course. She’d found a weakness in his suit of armor.
“Why am I here, Mr. Volkov… Sevastyan?” His given name fell from her lips in a whispered tone as if forbidden.
“You look so fucking beautiful.” And a wonderful mind with how it worked in such intricate ways and left him amazed. He could be wrong, it had happened before, but the woman before him had no hand in anything sinister. She was no guiltier of harming anyone than a butterfly could harm a flower. That put them back at square one, but they could do little about it.
Now he had a new mission of earning her trust. If she was in any danger, he’d find out and put a stop to it.
Before he could talk himself out of it, he wrapped her in his arms and hauled her flush against his body.
Matteo moved in behind her and together they worked deep moans from her.
Lucian eased in and pressed his lips to the point just below her ear lobe. The spot he’d eyed all evening.
His deep moan sent Seraphina’s back arching into Matteo’s arms and her nipples with her metal piercing shot through the middle to pebble against the thin material of her dress.
“No bra,” he tsked sweetly before pulling at the edge of the deep V falling between her breasts. Both breasts tumbled out and God help him, those rosy pierced nipples made his cock impossibly harder.
She shuddered in their arms when Matteo reached around and tugged on the tips.
“Oh,” she gasped.
He reached between them and he growled at what he found. Hot juicy girl-cum spilled from her core to wet his fingers. “You’re bare.” Her heated gaze said she knew and purposefully left off any undergarments.
The softness of her wet folds tore at his control. He dragged a thick finger through her slit and watched as his friend claimed her mouth while Lucian leaned over her and teased those peaks with rapid flicks of his tongue. He moved from one to the other and back again earning Sevastyan all the girl-cum he could want.
Matteo feasted on her plump lips and devoured like a man starved for such a delicacy.
He broke the kiss and turned Rhia’s lips to Sevastyan.
“Taste how sweet she is.”