Chapter 11
Deva didn’t dare move a muscle. She was immobilized by a man who’d been trained and forged to kill his entire life. His body, even still recovering from the extensive beating, didn’t even move or tremble from being stretched on top of her.
His black hair teased her cheek as his face turned to her once more and she could only wait. Of course, hitting him in a sore spot would have done the trick or a knee in the crotch, but anger battled interest, and as if the saying was true... she was done either way.
Instead of pushing him away, Deva let her hands travel his arms ups, her fingers tracing his well-defined muscles, her palm rubbing against his ink until she framed his face.
Clenching his teeth, Aleksei almost growled at her. “Trying to seduce me won’t save you if it’s a trick.”
“I’m not trying to trick you. And this is only for me.”
Deva pulled herself up to press her lips against his snarl. It was stupid, she knew it. Beyond stupid, and all caused by the fatigue messing with her head. Or was it? From the moment she was born, she had been forced to conform, and when she’d fled, she’d needed to grow up and become an adult quickly. And now, as her world was on the verge of crumbling down once more, sensations were the only things real. Another form of escape.
Unfortunately, it seemed that Aleksei’s doubts about her had put a damper on his lust as he didn’t return her kiss. Lowering herself back on the bed, she was thinking about something to salvage what was left of her pride when he pushed her to the mattress and crushed his lips to hers. Breath left her in a whoosh.
There wasn’t anything subtle about this kiss. It was rough, brutal, and as soon as she moaned, opening her lips, his tongue invaded her mouth. And she loved it. His lips were warm, demanding and he tasted like sin. Being fully clothed while he only had his sweatpants on, Deva started roaming her hands over his exposed body, as she had dreamed of doing, trailing her fingers nails as he groaned in her mouth. However, her exploration was cut short, as when she circled his hips, wanting to get her hands on him again, he grabbed her wrists, bringing them above her head.
“You had your chance, and you let it pass. Now playtime for you is over.” Locking both her wrists in one of his hands, he started unbuttoning her jeans, pushing it down around her knees with her panties.”
“Get them off. Now, Deva.”
His order was gruff, but she obeyed clumsily with her legs, craving to feel his heated skin against her. As she twisted out of her pants, he tugged at her t-shirt until it slid off her head and wrapped it around her wrists, twisting it until it hurt.
Only then did he slide his free arm around her to unclasp her bra and pushed it up above her head as well. And there he was, half beside her, looking at her body at his leisure. This situation made her shiver and blush, so she started tugging at her bound hands, but Aleksei kept her in place.
“You’re going nowhere, little spy. Not until I’m done with you.” And as he spoke, his calloused hand cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple. Her breath accelerated in anticipation. Releasing her, he moved his palm against her ribs, making her quiver at the touch.
“You’re ticklish,lyubimaya. How interesting.” As if to emphasize his words, he started to tickle her faster, putting one heavy leg on her thighs to keep her still. Wriggling under his touch, she fought to get away. Breathless, she demanded that he stop, but he didn’t. Desperate, she felt him move until his lips were by her ear again.
“You suffer beautifully, Deva. And you are giving me fresh ideas to torture you until you tell me your deepest, darkest and dirtiest secrets. Shall we test your limits,solnyshka?”
Deva was desperate for him to stop when his hand finally stilled, and she could draw a breath, blinking the tears from her eyes. His lips started kissing and licking her neck as she calmed down, but Deva knew it was only a reprieve before his twisted mind found another weakness in her. She shouldn’t have unleashed the beast, she thought, as fear heightened the sensations of his skin rubbing against hers.
His hand slid to her belly as he nuzzled her cheek, before looking deep into her eyes. “Open your legs for me, Deva.”
She resisted the command, remembering his last trick. “No, you’re set on torturing me.”
“Yes, I am. Open your legs, Deva.”
“Aleksei...”
“Yes?” His lips were so close, his breath fanned across her face. But she wasn’t about to confess anything, torture or not. Giving him any leeway was out of the question.
He smiled and kissed her again. Her head buzzed as he moved to position himself on top of her once more, still keeping her hands trapped. His tongue played with hers, and his hand squeezed her hip as he started to rub rhythmically against her skin, mimicking what he could do if she dared open her legs. She could feel his hard cock against her lower belly, stirring under his loose pants. When he moaned, she bit his lips, lost once more in the powerful warrior above her. She forgot about everything else and wrapped her legs around his trim waist, digging her heels in the small of his back, silently pleading for him.
Her second mistake. As he was now in place, it was impossible to close her legs anymore, and he knew it. He broke their kiss and grinned down at her.
Without another word, he reared back and let his hand slid between them, his fingers barely skimming over her sex.
“Ah. As I suspected,solnyshka. You are wet for me. For my body, and my twisted, devious mind.”
And without breaking eye contact, his eyes swirling even darker, he parted her lips with his fingers, plunging into her heat. Caught between fear and lust, Deva couldn’t react, and her body took over, her hips seeking his touch. At her movement, he retreated slightly, until her hips settled on the bed once more, only then did he move again. His fingers traced her opening, becoming slick with her lubrication, but not entering her. Instead, he started making leisurely circles around her clit. Maddeningly slow, the pressure was far from what she needed. Realizing through her sexual haze that it was another torture of his that was beginning, she tried to close her legs, pushing away from his touch, but it was like trying to move a car.
Once more he leaned over her, analyzing her reactions. “Deva, you are like fire under my touch. Would you like more?” And just as he spoke, he kissed her neck and let one of his fingers rasp against her sensitive nub. She bowed and panted.
“Aleksei. Please.”
“Please what? Please stop? Please continue? Please let me come? Tell me all, and I’ll grant your wish.”
