Page 6 of Hunt Me (Dmitriyev Bratva #1)
“Then you’ve been around the worst of mankind. There are men who prefer pleasing a woman and gain great satisfaction from it.” He leaned forward after making the proclamation and given my position with my elbows in the center of the table, our lips were suddenly dangerously close.
For a quiet, sinful moment I was lost in his piercing eyes.
His answer had awakened something deep within me, a longing that I’d shoved aside, my only sense of satisfaction coming from a tiny bullet vibrator I kept inside my nightstand under my Kindle housing two hundred and fourteen smutty romance novels.
My breath was scattered and as he rolled his pinky down my cheek, the flutter in my stomach intensified.
“Tell me, milyy angel , have you ever given yourself to a complete stranger for one night? No questions asked. No strings attached.”
“You mean a one-night stand?”
“No, beautiful lady. One-night stands are for the men you described earlier and women who’ve never experienced what true passion entails.
I’m talking about giving all of yourself to someone who will do everything in his power to satisfy you in every way, fully surrendering to the darkness you believe only romance novels are able to provide. ”
“Then the answer is no.” I found myself whispering, leaning even closer until I could feel his hot breath and gathered a stronger scent of his masculine aftershave.
“Is that something you crave or are you content with nothing more than wearing out the batteries on your vibrator?”
How did he… Maybe I should be insulted instead of feeling completely aroused.
What are you doing?
Are you out of your mind?
Are you seriously thinking about having sex with a stranger?
They were all very good questions with answers that insisted I’d lost track of reality. I was full of anxiety, my heart thrumming in my chest. Yet I wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on mine and to have him take full control of me.
The scent of Macallan flared in my nostrils, the mix of sandalwood and cardamom along with the zest of citrus igniting my senses.
“Answer the question, milyy angel .”
“Yes.” Oh, my God. I couldn’t believe I was doing this.
He took a deep breath as he traced my cheekbone with his pinky, ending with brushing the tip from one side of my jaw to the other. “It appears you don’t enjoy following rules.”
“Why would you say that?”
“An observant man can always tell, but that is something I require.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that if you’d like for me to show you just how perceptive and passionate a man can be, you’ll need to obey my rules.”
“Rules?” Feeling the lump in my throat, I swallowed while pulling my head back so I could study him. Was he being serious?
“Yes, rules. Whatever I say goes. You’ll need to place your full trust in me, but I assure you, I will not allow anything to happen that you don’t want or need.”
My mouth was Sahara dry while my mind buzzed with possibilities. “Okay. I can do that.” Could I? Could I freely let go when everything inside me screamed this was wrong?
“Are you agreeing to my terms?” He sat back, every inch of the man oozing confidence.
He never blinked and it seemed he was completely in tune to the dark desires that I’d never explored.
His offer was so tempting, so… I thought about the possible ramifications of my actions.
Were there really any? We were both adults.
We were currently unattached. This was only for one night, not a lifetime. Just one night of hot, forbidden sin.
Without strings.
“Yes, I am.”
His eyes opened wider with a hint of surprise. “Good girl.”
Why did the two words create another wave of butterflies?
“So you agree to obey me? I need to hear your answer.”
He was already managing to control me including my emotions and desires. I was breathless, all but hypnotized by his presence.
“Then yes. I’ll obey you.” I’d whispered the answer.
Oh, my God. I’d lost it completely. This was insane. This was so out of character for me that I couldn’t believe I was considering even a moment of this.
Yet the excitement continued to build.
He trailed his finger down my arm, following with his heated gaze. I could almost feel his pulse in my throat even though my thudding heart caused almost every other sound to vanish.
“Then you will come with me. This is your last chance. If you’re uncomfortable, then as stated before, we enjoyed a night as friends and nothing more. It’s your choice.”
My choice.
I’d never had such a delicious, filthy choice to make before in my entire life. I was trembling, hating myself for feeling overwhelmed.
The good girl who’d never gotten as much as a speeding ticket, the one who’d waited until she was twenty-two to lose her virginity and the one who valued common sense over everything was screaming that this was a very bad idea.
But the woman who’d agreed to having a drink with a man she didn’t know while longing for him to touch her wanted to let go.
So I made a choice.
“I’m not backing out. I will obey you.”