Page 89 of His Darkest Obsession

And every night until tonight, we’d come together—lips and tongue and scraping teeth. We explored each other’s body, tasted each other’s arousal until it became almost impossible to figure out where one of us ended and the other began, and did everything a married couple was expected to do.

Well, almost everything.

Even now, that agreement we made on our wedding night—that I wouldn’t fuck her until she begged—still holds true between us.

And somehow, to both our surprise, she refuses to beg. Even when I had her thighs clamped down around my face and her pussy soaking my chin. Even when her throat was screaming around my cock. Even when we raced with each other to see just who might lose control first.

She still refused to beg.

And we’re both still left sated but unsatisfied.

Eyes follow us as we walk through the crowd. Some linger on me, but more drift towards Indigo. A mixture of appreciation, curiosity, and—to my great annoyance—hunger. Behind us, Svetlana follows like a shadow. Her watchful eyes shoot daggers at any man who dares to look just a second too long.

"I was almost disappointed that you didn't ruin this dress," I say to Indigo

A shiver runs through her body. I feel it against my palm.

"I had to be appropriate tonight," she replies.

"You’re so right.” I nod. “But once we accomplish what we came to do, I want to see this expensive silk torn, stained, and destroyed.”

“Careful, Tolya.” She swallows. “That’s starting to sound like a threat.

"I don’t make threats," I say, allowing myself a rare smile, "I make examples."

“And what example are you making by destroying my dress?”

“An example of just howinappropriateyou can be."

She purses her lips and turns her face, but I see the blush making its way up on her face already at our words.

The orchestra transitions to something slow and romantic as more and more guests start filling the ballroom.

"Dance with me." I tug her closer toward me, and place one hand at the small of her back while the other refuses to let her go.

She lets out a small breath of air from her nose as her body moves to fill the space beside mine. Heat shoots up my side, penetrating me to the depth of my bones, and collects at my groin. I pull her even closer, seeking more contact until I feel my cock throbbing against her skin through the thin fabric of her dress.

“Now who’s being inappropriate?” she whispers.

My only response is to spin give her a slow spin while I scan the room, looking for my target.

"You never told me you were such a good dancer,” she murmurs when she faces me again.

“You never asked,” I reply, guiding her into the first steps.

“And if I asked.” She traces a line along my jaw, sending another line of fire pouring into my veins. “Would you have taken me out dancing?”

My hand around the small of her waist tightens, and I pull her closer until all space disappears between us. Her thighs squeeze instinctively around mine, and I can feel her heart pounding against my leg, against my heart, and in my hands.

“I would.”

“In public?” she asks as she drives her hips into me. “Where everyone will see?”

I clench my jaws and a knowing smirk starts ghosting on her beautiful face.

“If we go dancing,britvochka,” I tell her as the music swells around us, and our dance turns more and more inappropriate by the second. “I would buy out the entire club so that onlyIcan see.”

“Promise?” she asks, eyes glinting with mischief under the dim lights, and a familiar heat starts pounding through my chest.