I pull away from her, and she releases an annoyed groan.
“Ty krasivaya,” I say. Her intense eyes study my face, as she attempts to make sense of my words. “Beautiful.” I tell her, brushing her hair behind her back, so I have an unimpeded view of her creamy skin. She doesn’t react to my words, just continues to study me, her eyes hooded with lust. “Is this what you want, Georgia? My hands on your body?”
In place of words, her fingers creep into my hair and pull me towards her. Standing on her tiptoes, she leans in and runs her tongue along my jawline. Jesus, that’s all the answer I need.
I spin her around and push her up against the wall. She doesn’t move a muscle, breath caught in her throat as she waits to see what I have planned for her.
“You naughty, naughty girl,” I breathe into her ear. “Trying to escape. Let this serve as a lesson.”
I slide my hand under her nightgown to find her bare. No panties, good lord. Caressing her full cheeks, my touch is deceptively tender before it turns rough. Her body stiffens in shock when I deliver a hard smack to her beautiful ass.
“What the—” she cries out.
“Careful,” I threaten. “You don’t want to finish that sentence.”
I slap her other cheek, gloating when she releases a cry of pleasure, not pain. Her excitement is confirmed when I stuff her with my fingers and find her dripping wet. I can hear the moisture with every pump inside of her. Her head falls back against my shoulder as she releases a deep moan that goes straight to my cock. I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her, needing to consume more of her.
I know this is wrong. It’s what I said I wouldn’t do. But after lusting over her for days on end and two shots of Macallan, I find I just don’t care anymore.
“Better keep it down. Others might hear you. One of my guards could come running in here and catch us.”
The threat of being heard only drags her closer to the edge. I turn her around, needing to see her face when I touch her. A shiver works through her body, and I press myself against her perfect curves. One hand works her pussy, the other hand lands on her breast. Seeking her nipple, I pinch and roll the little bud between my fingers. Her core tightens around my insistent fingers and I know she’s on the verge of release. I bring her close to the edge, and then, in a blink, I pull my fingers out of her.
Her eyes snap open. “Andrei,” she gasps. “Please… I need more.”
I chuckle low against her throat. “It’s your punishment for snooping around the library. You don’t get to come until you tell me what you were looking for. A secret exit, perhaps?”
It takes her a moment to understand me, still lost in the fog of sexual desire. When it clears, a low growl rises in her throat.
“You are a real ass,” she says boldly, but she doesn’t make a move. My hand is still cupping her bare pussy, moving just the tiniest fraction, a tease to keep her in place.
“I’ve been accused of worse,” I say with an arrogant wink. “Now tell me and I’ll let you come.”
Georgia attempts to pull away from me, but my grip on her is tight. She looks perfect like this. A flush of arousal colors her high cheekbones, while her eyes burn bright with anger.
She’s not making this easy, but I know how to make her talk. Without warning, I sink to my knees in front of her, lifting her nightgown and wrapping one long leg over my shoulder. She’s forced to grip the back of my head to keep her balance, and as she does, I spread her pussy lips and dive in. A few hard pulls on her sweet little clit with my mouth and she’s babbling incoherently. This time when I pull back, the loss is even more pronounced.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Admit you were trying to escape,” I say, my warm breath sliding over her drenched pussy.
She fists my hair with one hand as I run my tongue once through her slit. She groans.
“I just want to know where we are.”
“To escape?”
“Yes, to fucking escape,” she cries. “I never asked for any of this.”
A few gentle flicks of my tongue, and then I say, “It’s useless, krasotka. There is no escape. From here or from me.”
I don’t make her promise not to try to escape again, because I know it would be a lie. I just wanted her to admit it.
Attacking her with my mouth, I tongue fuck her with the ferocity of a starved man. And I am starved. For her, her taste, her little breathless moans. All of it.
The addition of two fingers pumped inside of her, along with my tongue flicking her clit, makes her explode.
“Oh god,” she cries out as her cunt spasms, milking my fingers deep inside of her. My tongue and fingers working in tandem, wring every last drop of the orgasm out of her.