“I haven’t given up anything, malishka. I’ve gained everything by running away with you.”
It’s crazy the way his words have such a powerful effect on me. My body heats and my stomach twists whenever he speaks to me like that.
“I’m glad you don’t resent me for losing your empire.”
“Resent you?” He shakes his head. “How could I resent you when it was all my choice?”
I swallow hard, as it’s something I’ve been worried about. That perhaps he rushed into this too fast. Giving up his family’s legacy couldn’t have been easy.
“It’s just you lost your empire. Everything your grandfather built.”
His jaw works. “It was a tough decision, but I know it’s in good hands. And I will build something even better for myself here in Boston.”
The lady returns and takes our order for the two pizzas to share.
And I suddenly feel Valery’s hand reach for me under the table. “You know, I wouldn’t mind a repeat of the bathroom incident.” His brow arches.
I shake my head and swat his hand away. “Not here. In Russia, we may have gotten away with it, but here we are nobodies, at least not yet.” I purse my lips. “Control yourself.”
He grabs my thigh even harder. “I don’t like being told what to do, malishka.”
I swallow hard. “But we’ve just ordered food.”
He nods. “We won’t go into the bathroom, but I will touch you right here under the table.”
My whole body heats at the thought as he pushes my skirt up and slides his fingers through my soaking wet core. “Valery.”
“Yes, printessa?”
“You are insane.”
He smirks. “Perhaps, but I want to feel you come before our pizzas arrive.”
I glance around the busy, noisy restaurant and feel at ease when I see no one is glancing in our direction.
“Can you do that for me?”
I nod in response and focus on the sensations as he plays with my clit. Heat explodes over every inch of my body, making me long for more.
“Oh God,” I breathe as he moves his fingers lower and then plunges them deep inside of me. “It feels so good.”
Valery holds my gaze with such intensity as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me.
I lean toward him, biting my lip in an attempt to quieten the cries that are desperate to break free.
“That’s it, printessa. I want you to come on my hand like the dirty little girl I know you are,” he whispers into my ear.
“Fuck,” I breathe, clawing onto the edge of the table as he drags me relentlessly toward the edge.
“Stop fighting it and come. I want my hand coated in your arousal.”
“Valery, fuck,” I breathe.
“Unfortunately, I don’t think I’ll get away with fucking you here.” His brow arches. “Although I’m willing to try.”
He grabs my hand with his free hand and places it on his bulging crotch.
I groan and rub him through his pants, which results in a deep, animalistic growl.