Chapter Eight #2
“I’m your wife. That means I get it all.
” She enjoyed his expression so much, she gave a little bounce.
“Maybe this marriage thing isn’t half-bad.
” She didn’t relish the thought of Dmitri’s death, but the idea of a truly outstanding amount of money at her disposal and no ties to anything was an intoxicating one.
His hand closed over her knee, the touch shocking her back to the present.
The heat of his hand soaked through the denim, branding her.
It should have been innocent—it was her knee for fuck’s sake—but that heat shot straight to her core.
Keira tried and failed not to shift to accommodate her body’s clench.
She dragged her gaze to his face, finding him watching her in that predatory way again, gray eyes hooded. He stroked his thumb along the curve of the back of her knee. “Tell me, moya koroleva. What would you spend all that money on?”
“Travel.”
He raised his eyebrows, his hand inching higher. “To where?”
Even though she knew the smart thing would be to slap his touch away, Keira uncrossed her legs and spread them, just a little.
She held her breath as he seemed to consider her before sliding his hand slowly up her thigh, inch by torturous inch…
stopping just south of where she ached. “You didn’t answer my question. ”
She blinked at him, trying to focus. “I’d go anywhere.
Everywhere. Fly to California and start driving south until I ran out of road, and then fly to Africa and do the same thing heading north.
” She expected him to tell her all the reasons such a fanciful trip wasn’t an option, but he just studied her.
His hand tightened, just a little, and she had to bite back a whimper. Dmitri shifted closer on the seat next to her and dragged his thumb over the zipper of her jeans. Over her clit. “Control and freedom—those are the things you crave.”
I crave you. She didn’t say the damning words. She couldn’t. Instead she lolled her head to look up at him. “Do you have cameras in every room in the house?”
“Nyet.” His grin made her breasts tighten in anticipation. “Not the bathrooms.”
But every other room.
Keira’s breath picked up in time with her heartbeat, little gasps that were almost pants. She had to fight not to arch into his touch as he kept up that torturous stroking. “If I finger myself on my bed, will you be watching—or one of your men?”
He palmed her through her jeans, branding her there the same way he had her knee. “I’m the only one who has access to the feed from your room.”
As if that made it better. I’m going to fuck with you so hard over this, Russian. She licked her lips. “And the library?”
His brows slanted down. “You’re going to finger yourself in the library?” Dmitri shook his head. “I forbid it.”
Keira’s laugh was more gasping than mocking, but she got it out all the same. “Didn’t stop me in the kitchen. Won’t stop me in any other room I choose.”
“Then let’s make one thing clear.” He released her, but didn’t move back. “Undo your jeans.”
Her hands shook as she obeyed, and she didn’t let herself think about how damn eager she was for this. It was all a game, and just because she wanted his hand down her pants didn’t mean she was going to jump on his cock in the back of this car. Liar, liar, pants on fire.
He stroked his hand down her stomach and into her jeans, delving beneath her panties.
The shock of the contact drew a sharp exhale from her, but it turned into a moan as he pushed two fingers into her.
Dmitri Romanov is finger fucking me in the backseat of his town car. I’m his wife. The world has gone mad.
He let loose a string of Russian that sounded like a curse. When he switched back to English, his accent was thicker than she’d ever heard it. “Tell me, moya koroleva, were you wet because I was watching you in the kitchen, or because you wanted what I threatened to do to you in my office?”
“Both.” She gripped the edge of the seat to keep from reaching for him, her breasts heaving with each breath. “Both turned me on.”
He pumped slowly, leisurely. Her jeans kept him from withdrawing all the way, but that only made it hotter.
He cupped her pussy like he owned it, and even though she knew she shouldn’t get off on that feeling, her body hadn’t gotten the memo.
“Tell me something else.” He slid his fingers up to spread her wetness over her clit before pushing them into her again.
“Hmm?” She was concentrating so hard on not rocking to meet his strokes, she could barely focus on his words.
“Knowing that I will do exactly what I promised if you stroke yourself in one of the public rooms…” Dmitri pressed his face against her neck and inhaled deeply. “Are you going to do it again?”
Not only was it hotter than hell to imagine him watching her masturbate, but being dragged to his office, stripped down, and doing it on his desk while he was close enough to touch… Keira bit her lip. “Oh, yeah.”
He pulled her into his lap without ever taking his hand from its position, her back to his front. She tensed, but when he kept fucking her with his fingers, she relaxed to lay her head back on his shoulder. “What am I going to do with you, moya koroleva?”
She arched back into him, feeling his hard cock press against the cleft of her ass. “Take my pants off.”
Dmitri uttered a hoarse laugh. “That’s a start.
” He withdrew his hand long enough to skim her pants and underwear off, leaving her naked from the waist down.
The sweater was slouchy enough to hit the top of her thighs, but he drew it up with his free hand as his other went back to her pussy.
“You are so wet and tight and mne nuzhno chuvstvovat’ tebya. ”
She had no idea what that meant, but it sounded like the promise of something good. Keira shrugged her sweater off one shoulder. Dmitri’s curse was music to her ears, and it only made it hotter when he tugged the fabric down to expose the same breast she’d flashed him in the kitchen.
Her gaze landed on the closed glass separating them from the driver. “Can he see us?”
Dmitri rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger—the exact same way she had touched herself earlier. “Does it matter?”
Her entire body clenched. “No.”
“It does to me.” He pressed the heel of his hand against her clit, the pressure increasing in time with the tempo of his strokes.
Dmitri palmed her breast, the move screaming ownership.
“You will keep your peep shows for me and me alone, Keira. Obey me and you will be rewarded.” He flicked his fingers against a spot inside her that had her eyes threatening to roll back in her head.
Still, she managed to draw out words. “And if I don’t?”
“Then you will be punished.” And, with that, he took away his touch, leaving her teetering on the edge of orgasm with nothing to push her over.