Page 127 of Claim Me

I was still surprised by the man I’d been so intent on hating. He was just as powerful, even more dominating, yet a youthful soul who allowed him to enjoy more of life than I would have believed.

We sat quietly, eating and watching the movie until our tummies were full and the movie was one third over. But the draw to him continued to pull me like a moth to a flame.

With the trash tossed in back, the bad girl side of me took over. I eased my hand to his leg, squeezing his thigh.

“Be careful, my little virtuoso. You might get more than you bargained for.”

“Oh, yeah?” I crawled my hand up to his groin, using the tip of my index finger to taunt him relentlessly. His cock immediatelyresponded, pressing hard against his shorts. “I think I know what I want to do with my casino winnings.”

“Oh, yeah? What is that?” The look on his face was entirely too seductive.

“I noticed a for-sale sign when we drove in. I think I’d like to own a drive-in movie theater.”

Snorting, he brushed hair from my face. “I think that’s an excellent idea.”

“So glad you agree since you don’t control me.”

“Think again, baby girl.”

I took my time stroking him, acting as if I was more interested in the movie. As with all things regarding the big, rough Russian, I should have known better than to think he would sit by passively. Suddenly, he tugged me from my seat, somehow successfully forcing me to crawl onto his lap yet keeping me on my knees.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked as I shifted my hips back and forth.

“Whatever I want. You should get that through your pretty little head. I own you.”

“You just think you do.”

“Hmmm…” Kazimir pulled me down and nipped my earlobe while sliding his hand under my thin cotton dress. Without warning, he fisted my lace panties, snapping his wrist.

“Oh, you did not just do that!” I looked around, scanning the movie theater. While instinctively I knew we were alone, a rush of embarrassment still tore through me.

He slipped his hands under my dress and he pulled it off, leaving me completely exposed to the elements. “I can do whatever I want, Marissa.”

The warm air tickled my skin, the naughtiness of what we were doing keeping me wet and hot, my pussy throbbing. He flicked a finger across one nipple, the ache and need immediate. When he pinched the hardened bud between his fingers, another wave of tickles swept through me. I was already on fire, goosebumps prickling my skin.

“Two can play at that game.” I ran my palms down his chest, immediately unfastening his shorts.

“You’re playing with fire.”

“So you keep telling me.”

He pressed his hand between my legs, cupping my mound. While I tried to concentrate, he fingered my clit, the smile on his face a clear indication he was enjoying himself. He pushed me back as much as the steering wheel would allow, shifting his hand and driving several fingers into my slickened pussy. All while rolling his thumb around my clit.

He had a way of making everything fuzzy. Panting, I finally managed to unfasten the button, but my hand was shaking as I tried to unzip.

“Having trouble?” he asked.

“Doing just fine, thank you very much.” The lightheadedness continued and I had to stop doing anything for a few seconds as the pleasure rolled through me.

“So wet for me, baby. I plan on keeping you that way for a very long time.” His thrusts were perfect, driving me almost instantly to the point of sheer bliss.

I threw my head back, staring at the stars while congratulating myself for releasing his cock. When I wrapped my fingers around his throbbing shaft, he took a deep and scattered breath. He was so huge he filled my hand. I dragged my tongue across my lips as I stroked him, twisting my hand until I was able to create friction.

“Bad girl.”

“Uh-huh. Nothing you can do about it.”

Every time he laughed, I was thrown into another dimension of time and space. I rocked forward, meeting every thrust as he flexed his fingers open. The heat was becoming oppressive, the excitement keeping my core aflame.