“Regret?” I turn to look at her and see her eyes are filled with tears. The shock of her sadness and confusion tears at my heart, and I go to pull her into my lap.
“No, don’t touch me.” She holds her hands up and scoots away. The sight of it crushes me.
“Pumpkin, why are you crying?” I look around the space of the car to see if the answer jumps out at me. “Are you hurt?” I think back to how I held her down and the bruises that will likely mark the insides of her thighs tomorrow. “I’m sorry I was not gentle.”
“I just thought we were having a nice time.” She wipes away a stray tear, and I don’t understand.
I move to the floor in front of her on my knees and force her to look at me. “Tell me what is in your head.” I bite back the growl of frustration as she looks out the window and tries to ignore me.
“It doesn’t matter. Just take me home.”
“We are not going to your home,” I say, and now she looks back at me quickly with her own confusion.
“You asked if I was ready to go.” She looks out the window as if realizing we are not going in the direction of her parents’ home.
“Da.” I stare up at her blankly, and she stares back, waiting. “You said you wanted to leave. I am taking you to my home for the night. I need you in my bed.” When she still doesn’t speak, I let the growl I’ve been biting back out. “Do you wish to return to your family home?”
“I-I mean no, not really. But I thought you were mad at me.”
I sigh as I take her hands in mine and then press a kiss to both of her palms. “Then I am sorry that I did not explain my meaning. I was angry that I lost control and I very much want you in my bed, my krasota.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks flush as she ducks her chin.
“I can make arrangements to take you home in the morning. I have much work still to do tomorrow, but I would very much like you to be in my arms when I wake.”
She nods without answering, and I take the seat next to her again. “We miss communication?”
“Da,” she answers playfully, and I pull her onto my lap.
“Don’t tease me with Russian. If you were to speak it to me when I was inside you…” I bury my face in her neck and lick the spot under her ear. “I would cum instantly.”
“Maybe I should learn a few phrases,” she says breathlessly.
My house is not too far away, and when the car comes to a stop, I kiss her quickly before I exit and then help her out. I glance next door and see the light on in Frost’s house. He’s been home for hours, no doubt drinking alone. He’s worried about our meeting with our mother tomorrow, as I should be. But as I glance down at Pumpkin, I have no regrets on how I will be spending my night.
“Is this where you live?” She glances up at the Victorian home with gothic architecture.
“Da.” I take her hand and walk her up the stairs to the glass front door. “This is mine, and Frost lives next door.” I point to his house, and she glances over as I open the door for her.
“Seriously? My sister and I used to talk about that all the time as kids. That one day we would grow up and live side by side.”
“It was a necessity at first because of business, but we need to be close. Perhaps it is a twin thing?”
When she walks inside, she gasps as she looks around. “This is incredible.”
“We will tour the house later.” I tuck my hands into my pockets and finger the cotton of her panties. I will savor these in times when I can’t be next to her. She turns around to face me, and I walk so close my body presses against hers. “It’s time for bed.”
“Already?” She bites her bottom lip as her hands spread across my chest.
“Da.” My voice is thick as I reach down and grab her ass with both hands and lift her off the ground.
I walk up the grand staircase and down the long hall until I reach the doors of the master bedroom. Once inside, I place her on her feet and then step back to strip off my suit jacket. I toss it on the chair next to me as my eyes move up and down her body.
“I wish to see you again.” I raise my chin to her dress, and she lowers her lashes and plays with the tie.
“What if I’m shy now?”
I loosen the knot of my tie and slip it off as I begin to unbutton the sleeves of my shirt. “You will not be shy around me, my krasota.” She looks up, and I nod again to the dress. “Take it off for my pleasure.”