Page 91 of Wicked Proposal

“Don’t care,” I growl. “Thisis mine, too.”

My gaze travels over her body, ravenous. Every inch of her is like a banquet laid out just for me. I want to eat her whole.

It’s never happened before. Not like this. Until now, I’ve never met a woman whose form I actually appreciated. They were all just warm bodies, distractions for a night.

With Mia, I never want to stop looking.

But the urge to touch is too strong.

She’s wearing coordinated lingerie. Lilac lace and purple satin. The sight of it on her is enough to drive me insane, possessiveness rising through me like poison.

I yank her panties down and rip those up, too.

Mia’s cheeks flush. Her hands move automatically, trying to cover up what I’ve already seen. “D-don’t stare like that! It’s?—”

“Beautiful.” It’s not what she wanted to say, but it’s the only word in my mind. “Blyat’, kotyonok.Do you even realize what you do to me?”

Before she can answer, I sink between her thighs.

“Yul—!” she chokes, fisting the sheets. My tongue licks ravenously into her pussy, like it’s the first meal I’ve eaten in ages. Like it’s the only thing that can curb my hunger.

But the more I taste of her, the more I want.

I suck her clit, drinking in the sounds she makes. Hot, desperate, like she doesn’t get a say in what happens to her body now. Doesn’t get to decide how much pleasure she can take.

She’s got that right.

Tonight,I’lldecide how many times she’s coming.

Her thighs wrap around my head, pushing me harder against her. I’m not certain she even knows she’s doing it: every time I glance up, all I see is the quivering mountains of her breasts, still regrettably clothed in lace, and her head thrown back.

I reach out and grab her chin. “Look,” I command. “Look at what I’m doing to you. If you take your eyes off even for a second, I’ll stop and walk out that door.”

It’s a bluff. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. Even taking my mouth off of her long enough to speak is sending me into withdrawal, but I can’t have Mia thinking she’s got the upper hand here.

She can’t know how deeply she’s crawled under my skin.

Slowly, her eyes meet mine. The black of her pupil has eaten away at the blue, leaving only thin rings of ocean around the abyss of her desire.

I dive back into her, fucking her with my tongue.

Her manicured fingers sink into my scalp. “Ahh, Yulian…!”

I palm my cock through my pants, seeking relief. It makes me crazy—how hard she’s digging her nails into me. Like it’s all she can do to hold on for dear life as I strip her self-control away.

And finally, I feel it: that telltale contraction, her hips bucking wildly into my mouth, seekingmore.

She’s so close already. I haven’t even fingered her yet, haven’t tortured her clit with my thumb as she begs for mercy, and yet?—

“I’m coming,” she gasps, all helpless need. “I—ahh?—”

“Come,” I growl into her pussy. “Show me all those pretty noises you make.”

She moans, high and desperate. I lap into her harder, suck her clit and torture her entrance and yank her thighs flat against my shoulders. When she comes against my face, I want tofeelit.

And I do.

It’s wild.She’swild. This is who Mia Winters truly is, under that tough exterior and spitfire attitude: a warm, quivering mess ofneed.