Page 35 of Bratva Jewels Box Set

Until her.

If Tomas could see her now, I know the control he is restraining when around her would crumble as easily as mine has. I notice the way his eyes track her when she walks into the room. He’s not as subtle as he thinks he is.

“Where do you want me?” Zoe asks breathlessly.

Fuck, where do I want her?

I want her spread open on this couch. I want my tongue lapping at her pussy. I want Tomas’s dick shoved down her throat as I listen to her choking on it.

“I … I …” I’m speechless. Words escape me in this moment. “I want you on the couch.”

Zoe nods and turns on her heel showing me her perfect peach of an ass. She sits on the edge of the couch, and those blue eyes look up at me, waiting, wanting.

I walk toward her, and she visibly swallows, her chest rapidly moving the closer I get to her. My hands land on her shoulders and I feel it, the zap, the zing of electricity between us and I know she feels it as well as she lets out a little gasp. I press her shoulders back so she is lying down, her head resting on the cushion. It would take nothing for me to jump on top of her and plow into her and, fuck, do I want to. But I am here to paint her.

“Move to your side for me.”

I watch as she moves.

The room is filled with suffocating sexual tension.

“Now can you move this hand?” I say, tapping her right hand. “And place it under your head as if you are lazing there.” She follows my command. “Now bend this leg out,” I ask, grabbing her right leg and bending it. “Now, keep this one straight.” Which she does following my instructions. I take a deep breath because I’m not sure if she’s going to be on board with what I am about to ask. “I want your left hand to fall naturally between your legs.”

Those blue eyes widen at my request, but she doesn’t move.

I move away, giving her room to feel comfortable. I pull my chair up to where my canvas is and pick up my bit of charcoal. I’m going to sketch her form first then I’m going to fill it in with color.

She watches me setting up but still hasn’t moved her hand into the position I asked.

I hop up again and pour us another glass of champagne.

She takes it and knocks it back.

I take the glass back and move to my position.

She sucks in a deep breath and finally does what I asked, her hand falling between her legs.

I hold back a groan and busy myself with sketching her. I get myself in the zone, and all I see is her shape. I sketch like mad, like a man possessed. I sketch for a little while then concentrate on her face. She is probably going to think I’m the biggest creeper but what I’m creating will look spectacular.

“Zoe.” My voice surprises her after being so silent.

“Yes?” she whispers.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

She’s surprised by my sudden question. “Of course I do.”

“I want you to touch yourself.”

“What?”

Yeah, I would probably be wearing that same face if someone asked me to do the same as well.

“I want you to bring yourself to orgasm. I need to see your face experiencing pleasure. That’s what I’m trying to capture.” I give her a big smile, waving the near-empty bottle at her face. “Do you need more champagne?”

“I think I’m going to need something stronger than champagne.” She grimaces, but it’s not a no.

“I have tequila in here somewhere.” I jump up and riffle through some of the cupboards … yes. I grab the bottle and hand it to her.