Chapter 6 #2
I’d intentionally left my underwear on, because come on…I couldn’t give him all the goods yet. He would have to work for that.
Finally, I tipped my head back so he could only see the column of my throat.
The sound of the phone taking a picture hit the air. After a quick check, I changed it to his wallpaper and climbed down.
The water turned off. My gaze snapped to the bathroom. Lukyan stepped out of the shower, his body glistening, water dripping down his hard chest and rock-solid abs.
My eyes stayed plastered to the mirror as I quickly put my jumpsuit back on. I had to get out. Now. Slip away quickly before he left the bathroom and caught me red-fucking-handed.
But my feet stayed rooted in place, my body unable to move. He was like a piece of art. Chiseled. Sculpted. Pure perfection.
His hair was down and dripping wet, resting on his shoulders. I just wanted to run my fingers through it. I loved long hair on men…or was it just Lukyan? My fingers danced over the bracelet around my wrist—the one made out of a lock of his hair.
I never took it off, except when I was showering. That way, I always had a piece of him with me.
Move. Your. Ass!
Fuck.
I swiped up my phone and bolted out of his bedroom door, closing it softly behind me.
Luck was on my side because the hallway was clear. I knew it wouldn’t be for long, though. That house was always abuzz with activity. People were coming and going all the time, whether it be their maid staff, guards, or the Volkovs themselves. I couldn’t risk staying out in the open.
I jogged further down, my heart hammering in my chest, and stopped in front of the wall sconce just before the spiral staircase leading back down to the ground floor. Feeling underneath it, I waited until the switch touched my fingers and—
Click.
A triumphant smile graced my lips as the secret door beside it slid open. I ducked inside, clicking it shut behind me.
I knew every single inch of the Volkov mansion. I knew where all the nooks and crannies were. Where all the trapdoors and hidden passageways led to. Where all the panic rooms and weapons caches were.
I knew fucking everything. The moment I’d decided Lukyan would be mine, I made it my mission to learn anything and everything I could about him. I even had the blueprint of his home saved as a PDF on my phone. Not that I needed it anymore anyway. I had the whole layout memorized.
Before moving another step, I pulled up the camera feed I had in his bedroom. I wanted to see his reaction to my photo. Would he freak out, knowing I had been in the room with him the whole time? Would he like that? Would he feel angry? Threatened? Turned on?
I was hoping for all of the above.
He stood in front of his bed, towel wrapped around his waist, another in his hands, drying his long hair. His phone hadn’t moved, sitting in exactly the same spot I had left it.
If I had any sense, I would gotten the fuck out then. Staying any longer put me at serious risk. There was every chance that the moment he realized I was in the house, Lukyan would sound the alarm, and then I would have them all searching for me.
The thrill alone kept me in place.
Lukyan threw the towel in his hands on the ground and leaned forward to pick up his phone. I switched to a different angle—the camera on the headboard of his bed, giving me a perfect view of his face.
“What the fuck?” he blew out, eyes widening. His head whipped from side to side, looking around the room. He dropped to one knee, checking under the bed next before standing back up, his features completely perplexed.
His attention went right back to his phone, staring at it with complete focus. I couldn’t read him. I couldn’t figure out what he was feeling. What he was thinking. Did he like it? Did he not like it? I needed to know—
His hand went down and grasped his cock through the towel. He groaned.
My eyes shot wide open. Giddiness enveloped me. He did like it! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. I had the overwhelming urge to jump up and down and do a little happy dance.
“Are you watching me right now?” he said into the empty room.
My breath hitched. He’s talking to me.
“You are, aren’t you?” The towel dropped from his waist. Lust pooled in my body. Hard, thick, and long, his cock stood to attention, his hand wrapped around it and stroking it softly. Leisurely. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” he sang, voice layered with pleasure.
I was moving before I even knew what I was doing. He wanted me. He wanted me to go to him—
Stop!
My hand hovered over the switch that would open the secret door, taking me back into the hallway.
Fucking hell. The power he had over me…It was insane.
I couldn’t go to him. Not yet. That would ruin everything. All the planning and hard work I’d done over the past year and a half. Gone. No. If I wanted him forever, I had to stick to my plan.
I stepped back from the door until my shoulders hit the wall behind me.
“You’re not going to join me?” Lukyan asked. His hips began to move slightly, completely in time with the strokes of his hand. A deep, masculine groan fell from his lips, his head rolling back on his shoulders for a moment before he focused back on his phone.
On my photo.
“Look at you. You’re a sexy fucking thing, aren’t you? And bold too. Coming into my room. Sitting on my bed while I was only a few steps away. I would have killed you if I caught you. But you know that, don’t you? And you like it. You like the danger. The rush. The thrill. Oh, fuck.”
Unable to handle it, I unzipped my suit and thrust my hand down my underwear.
Pleasure shot through me the moment my fingers touched my clit.
Fuck, it won’t take much for me to come.
I was already pent-up, watching him touch himself over me.
I couldn’t join him in person, but we could come together.
Lukyan’s pace increased. The muscles in his body bulged. Hardening. Tightening. I matched him, my fingers moving over my clit faster and faster, my breath catching in my throat.
“You were sitting right here.” He put the phone down and ran his hand over the bedspread. “Your ass…right…fucking…here.” His tongue came out, and he ran it up the very spot I had been sitting in one long, languid lick.
My mouth dropped open. Pleasure burst throughout my entire body, and I came instantly, my body shaking.
So did Lukyan. He grunted, his hips pistoning forward into his hand as he unloaded all over himself.
“Jesus, fuck,” he moaned, low and long. There was a beat of silence, and then he looked up at nothing in particular. “You’ve captured my attention again, moya malen’kaya ten’, my little shadow. I can’t wait to see what else you’ll do.”