What fight do I have?
What power do I have?
I don’t need common sense to tell me what I already know, and being aroused is just one problem.
The other is that this is my first time with any man. I have no idea what to expect, or what being with him will be like after.
How will I feel after?
I’ve done more things with him than anyone, and he does something wicked to me. Something sinfully wicked to make me lose control. It’s like allowing madness to make you walk off the side of a cliff. You know, of course, you’re gonna die, but you still do it. You still allow madness to take you. That’s what he is to me.
I find him in the bedroom shirtless and leaning against the wall between the long French window and the sliding doors. He’s opened the window, and the cold night air is wafting in as he puffs on a Cuban cigar.
I didn’t know he smoked, but it doesn’t surprise me.
It suits him now that I see it.
He drags on the cigar and lets out a ring of smoke when I enter the room. His eyes are on me now. All over me, drinking me in, stripping me so bare I already feel naked and exposed.
As the door clicks shut behind me, he puts out his cigar, but he doesn’t close the window.
It’s too cold to have it open, but I’m thankful for the contrast it provides to the heat coursing through me.
I bite down hard on my back teeth and will myself to concentrate and think about why I’m doing this. It’s not hard to remember when I recall what he told me about surviving.
Those words are what ran through my mind last night as I spread for him.
“Wise selection on the wedding dress,” he states, being the first to break the silence.
“I guess as long as you like it, then it’s fine.”
“Do you like it?”
“Does it matter?”
“Do. You. Like it?” He comes closer and wraps me in his masculine scent.
“Yes. I like it.”
“Then we don’t have a problem, Malyshka, do we?” He quirks a hard brow.
“No. We don’t,” I agree and decide to change the subject. “What did you say to Sophia when you were looking at me?”
His lips tip into the beginning of a smile. “I told her it was time to leave because I wanted to spend time with you. Speaking of which, the time has just begun.”
So much for the subject change. All I’ve done is gone in the direction he wanted me to go.
My back goes ramrod straight when he reaches for the hem of my dress and lifts it so it rides up to my hips and exposes my pussy.
“Good girl. No panties. So obedient.” He cups my bare sex and strokes over my pussy lips.
“As if I have any choice.”
“You always have a choice, baby girl. It’s just a matter of which you like or what consequence you wish to pursue or avoid.”
That’s sounds like bullshit because we both know it’s his rules or nothing.
He angles himself closer, and my heartbeat races. Closer and closer he comes until he’s a breath away from my lips. He runs his tongue over my top lip, tasting me while he keeps his eyes fixed on mine, and in that moment, I feel like I’m in the devil’s lair again, right in the den with the beast, and he’s sampling me before he takes me whole.
