Chapter Thirteen
Damn stubborn man. She longed to have him kiss her like he had back at the club. Whisper sweet Russian words to her. Run his hands over her body as she licked and kissed every groove and dip of his.
He was gorgeous, seductive, and irresistible on the worst of days. But tonight, he was everything that captivated all five of her senses and if she were being honest, that sixth sense of hers, the one that told her there was something darker about him that she didn’t know, it was firing on all cylinders too.
But he riled her up with kisses and dirty talk one minute and then told her she was a fool the next. Not in those words, but he might as well have.
Well, he was right. Fool to come here. But what choice did she have? It was him or the cops and she couldn’t do anything if they slammed her behind bars, or worse, called her brothers.
Rhia lathered her hair and body, anger making her movements jerky.
She rinsed, lathered, and repeated.
Chunks of cement clunked against the tiled shower floor and after a few rounds to make sure she got out all the debris, she stood there letting the hot water and steam wash over her and block out the entire evening.
But nothing could clear her mind of a set of whiskey eyes, his beautiful body protecting her as he held her in his arms. And then his hard cock had pressed into her ass as he helped her drink her tea. It took all her strength not to move against all that delicious male.
Standing under the water she touched her lips and felt the swollen plumpness from his kiss.
Maybe if he hadn’t been such an ass they’d be happy, sated, and past all the awkwardness by now. Warm need tingled through her body and settled deep in her core.
She sighed. Despite everything she knew, and all she didn’t, she couldn’t help but feel the need to have him near. He made her feel safe. They all did. Sneaking out of the club had been a bad idea. She wished they were all here and she could apologize to each of them for putting them in danger. And then she’d make it up to them in other ways.
She imagined Sevastyan kneeling in front of her like he had when he helped her undress. Only now nothing stood between his lips and her throbbing clit except that final invisible barrier that kept him just out of her reach.
What had she gotten herself into? Could she stay with all of them? Did she want to? It would be foolish to blindly follow his order just because he’d issued it like some almighty ruler. Who did he think he was? King?
She laughed harshly. Yes. Yes, he did.
She gathered her hair atop her head and let the water massage the tightness from her muscles. Trickles of water slithered over the mounds of her breasts and stroked her nipples into turgid peaks.
She inhaled, reaching for one, rolling it between her thumb and finger, pulling on the metal bar running through them. An electric shot pulsed through her and she surprised herself with a moan.
Cool air hit her backside a second before the door to the shower swung open and she whirled, the quick movement causing her heavy breasts to sway. Sevastyan’s eyes immediately took them in before ravishing the rest of her body with his gaze.
“You’re beautiful, but when aroused you’re simply stunning. A goddess. My queen.”
“Sevastyan,” she gasped as he stepped into the shower, his glorious body on full display for her hungry eyes. Thick thighs, chiseled abs, lickable tattoos, and the most beautiful, engorged cock. Water dripped from his body and he looked irritated as if she interrupted his shower.
A small grin quirked the edges of her lips at the thought of his hand pumping his long, thick shaft all alone in another bathroom. She licked her lips.
But the thought of finally getting another taste of him on her tongue quickly slipped away when he delivered on the dark promise she saw in his eyes.
He was barely finished with his words before he had her back pressed against the warm tiles of the shower heated by the rolling steam and his lips claiming hers. Broad shoulders blocked her from the shower’s spray, and she writhed against his body, simply being in the moment. It wasn’t hard letting the events of the night roll off them for now, so she didn’t fight it when her brain clicked off and her body turned on.
He tore away as a growl reverberated in his chest.
“What the hell have you done to me, woman?” He buried his face in the soft dip of her neck and licked a hot trail over her pulse point. When he pulled back, a savage fire burned deep in his eyes.
“I don’t know.” And she didn’t but she felt the same way. Hot, needy, and unhinged.
He reached around her body and cupped her ass with both hands, hauling her up against his body. An inferno ignited and all her sexual curiosities of what she’d witnessed back at the club, all the stories Maya shared about her fantasies and the one he ignited the night he slipped into her room and through her mind as if caught in a tidal wave.
“Wrap your beautiful legs around me,” he growled into the soft dip of her neck as he licked and nipped her skin. “May the gods help us both. I’m going to claim your sweet, beautiful body tonight. I need to feel your sweet pussy over my cock.” He pulled back and looked into her eyes. “I don’t know if I can be gentle. Are you with me?”
Beneath her hands, his ripped muscles bunched with strained effort and his breaths were harsh and jagged.
Her eyes drifted closed. Strong fingers tightened into the soft flesh of her buttocks, and her head fell back against the shower wall when the thickness of his cock seared her center like a hot brand. He dragged his length through her juices, nudging her clit.