Page 79 of Alexei

His hands came to my hips and a shiver ghosted down my body the moment his rough palms connected with my skin.

“Da?”Yes?A hoarse question. His face might not portray emotions but his voice and eyes did.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He hooked two fingers to my panties on each hip, then dragged them down my thighs. Gently. Slowly. As if he anticipated me stopping him. Not in a million years. Instead, I shifted, assisting him as he slid them all the way down my legs.

The room air cooled against my heated skin. I was completely bare, exposed to him. My nipples hardened and wetness pooled between my thighs as his gaze fixed on my body. I sucked in slow, deep breaths aching to feel him inside me. There was no question that he dominated my body - whether he wanted to or not. My body yielded to this attraction between us.

He leaned in, lowering his head, then licked my nipple.

A moaned gasp wedged itself in my throat and my back arched, pushing my breast into his mouth. He clamped my nipple between his teeth and gently tugged. He turned his attention to my other breast, slowly tugging then releasing my nipple. Then he flicked his tongue over it.

“Oh.” His mouth on me made my insides clench with that familiar ache. His breath hot on my bare skin, I needed his skin against mine.

“I-I want to feel you,” I rasped, my fingers tangling in his blond hair. “Please, Alexei.”

This need had to be quenched; it burned in the pit of my belly.

“Give me your hands,” he ordered, his voice low and coarse. My body obeyed before my mind even realized it. My eyes flared to his gaze, but all I saw on his face was hot desire. The same one that burned through my veins.

He ripped my discarded panties in one swift move. He shifted my arms closer together in front of me, then used my torn panties to tie my wrists. My breasts pushed forward, brushing against his shirt. His hard muscle outlined underneath it. I wanted to feel his skin against mine, flesh against flesh.

I could see the pulse in his neck, his smoldering gaze burning right through me. He might be wielding control over his own reactions to me, but he felt this magnetic attraction too.

“I won’t hurt you,” he assured, his voice almost reverent.

“I know,” I breathed, lifting my tied wrists and hooking them around his neck. Somewhere deep down, I knew he’d never hurt me. Despite his cold exterior and slightly psychotic personality, he’d keep me safe. Just like he had in the club. He sheltered me with his body, ensuring my pleasure.

Our eyes locked. Our faces only inches apart and I fought the temptation to brush my lips against his.

No kissing.His words echoed in my mind.

This wasn’t for a show. He knew it. I knew it. There was no sense in pretending it was. Never in my entire life had I felt anything remotely like this. Languid heat pulsed through me, my body gravitating towards him.

“Please,” I panted.

I craved his pleasure as much as my own. Rubbing myself against him, I wanted everything he had to give and was eager to feel his muscles against me.

He lifted my hands over his neck and then reached for something on the nightstand.

His silk tie. Expertly, he blindfolded me, blocking my sight. A smart person might be weary. All I managed to be was excited. I felt his hot breath on my cheek as he tied it in the back of my head. His mouth skimmed down my neck, searing my skin. His stubble would leave marks on my soft skin and the thought didn’t bother me at all. I wanted him to mark me as his.

Being blindfolded should have left me feeling vulnerable. Yet, I felt powerful. Robbed of sight, all my other senses heightened. Harshness of his breaths. Touch of his hands, brush of his lips. His scent became a permanent fragrance in my lungs.

His hands traveled further down my body, his mouth nibbling on the curve of my neck.

He shifted and an alarm shot through me. “Don’t leave me,” I whispered.

“Never.” It was ridiculous but it sounded like a vow. “I’m taking my clothes off.”

“Finally,” I murmured, my lips curving into a smile.

“You’re greedy, kroshka.” It was on the tip of my tongue to admit it seemed to only happen with him. But it was too soon. I didn’t understand this attraction. The soft noise of him stripping, the mattress underneath my knees shifting as I kept myself balanced with my hands still tied behind my back.

My insides quivered, imagining him naked. “A-are you tattooed all over?” I breathed the question. For some reason I wanted to know every inch of him.

It took a heartbeat too long to answer a simple question.