29. Chapter 29 #2
They gathered their papers efficiently, though more than one of them glanced at the muffin box before stepping away. Within moments, the cavernous warehouse felt empty and quiet. Only the two of us remained standing beside a steel table dusted with sugar and disrupted authority.
Sasha looked down at me, his face expressionless. “You can’t do that, baby.”
“Do what?”
He gestured wildly around. “Whatever this just was.”
I blinked then lifted one shoulder. “Doesn’t seem like a bad idea to win your men over from where I’m standing.”
Sasha stepped closer, close enough to make the air between us feel thin.
“I had control in this room,” he said quietly. “Complete fucking control … until you stepped in.”
I waved him off. “You were still in control. They were just eating muffins. So what?”
His gaze dropped briefly to my mouth before returning to my eyes. “So … I can’t remember a fucking word of what I was saying.”
Oh.
“Sounds like a you problem.” I pursed my lips.
Sasha’s hand slid to my waist, firm, grounding, and claiming. “Maybe … but now it’s yours as well.” He spoke casually in an even, low voice, and somehow that was far more dangerous than if he had yelled.
I blinked at him innocently. “Maybe you just need to learn how to control yourself better?”
Sasha scoffed. “If you knew what I wanted to do to you, and how often I stop myself from doing it, you’d be impressed I can do anything other than fuck you senseless.”
His blue eyes darkened and the heat shining in them was almost palpable as he pinned me in place with his gaze. My mouth suddenly felt dry and I struggled to swallow.
“I don’t get a say in this?”
He raised his eyebrows and pulled down the corners of his mouth as he looked up at the ceiling, pretending to consider this. “Nah.”
“Rude,” I muttered under my breath.
His face inched closer to mine, the tips of our noses almost touching. Heat spread across my cheeks and I struggled to hold his gaze; the intensity in his eyes was almost overwhelming.
Sasha licked his lips and huffed in amusement when I followed the motion with my eyes. My face was positively on fire now.
“Go back to the villa, Little Devil. I’ll be there in a bit.” He caressed the line of my jaw with his thumb and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. I barely stopped myself from chasing after him when he pulled back.
Holy fucking shit.
“No more detours, okay? If you want to see the whole compound, I’ll give you a tour later.” He turned me around, gave me a sharp little smack on the butt and gently pushed me toward the exit.
Feeling like I had pushed my luck far enough for one day, I obeyed and walked out of the warehouse. I slowly followed the path back to the villa, admiring the beautiful scenery.
Did I even want to know where the money to buy this huge plot of land had came from?
I’d overheard them discussing shipping routes, which made me think they were definitely involved in smuggling goods of some kind.
Drugs?
Weapons?
I was so lost in my thoughts, I never saw it coming.
A hard hand clamped over my mouth before I could utter a sound, and my feet left the ground as an arm clamped around my waist and dragged me off the path.
Panic, icy and paralyzing, surged through me, leaving me frozen in shock, unable to move. A muscular body was pressed against my back like a wall of steel. I whimpered when the path disappeared out of view.
Fuck! I’m in so much trouble.
My heart was pounding as I desperately tried to breathe. Where did all the air go?!
“I expected more of a fight, to be honest.”
I went stiff at the familiar voice, my eyes almost popping out of my skull. His hand slid down from my mouth to grip my throat while his other arm loosened its grip around my waist ever so slightly.
“What’s wrong, Little Devil? Where’s all your usual bravado?”
Sasha turned me around, his fingers applying delicious pressure to the sides of my neck. Staring up at him through hooded eyes, my body lit up like a fucking firework as I was met not with his handsome face but with the mask he’d worn the first time we met.
The neon-green smile and crossed-out eyes were somehow even more sinister in the daylight. My pulse pounded in my ears and the bark of the tree behind me dug into my skin, but I barely registered it.
Sasha cocked his head and I sucked in a sharp breath.
This had no right to be so fucking hot. There was a faint throbbing sensation settling in between my legs as I stared up at him with parted lips.
“Shit, baby. If this is what happens every time I wear the mask for you, I’m gonna end up wearing it constantly.”
I bit down on my lip when he tightened his grip on my neck even more; an embarrassing moan worked its way up my throat.
The air was pushed out of my lungs when he bent at the knees and threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing more than a doll. Sasha took off with brisk, long strides while I still struggled to find my bearings.
All I could see was his broad back … and the curve of his ass, accentuated by the black tactical pants he was wearing. Not a combo I’d ever expected to do anything for me but goddamn.
Was there anything about this man that wasn’t sinfully hot?
My whole body was thrumming and buzzing with lust. I tried to rub my thighs together covertly, but as soon as I began to squirm, his hand immediately landed with a loud smack on my ass.
“What was that for?” I whined.
“The only one getting you off today will be me. Now hold still or you’re gonna get spanked again.”
Don’t threaten me with a good time.
It took me only twenty seconds to squeeze my thighs together again, moaning when his hand struck my ass sharply.
“Oh, I see.” Sasha chuckled darkly, soldiering on through the lush greenery. “You want to be a bad girl today? No problem, baby. I’m gonna fuck those little ideas right out of you.”
Sasha must have taken a shortcut because somehow we had ended up back at the villa. He carried me through the house, kicked off his boots, and slid the flip-flops off my feet. They landed on the stone floor with an echoing slap.
Unperturbed, he carried me to our bedroom and threw me on the bed. I bounced on the soft surface, my hair fanning out around my head, and quickly propped myself up on my elbows.
His imposing figure loomed over me, looking like something straight out of my dreams. The ink covering nearly every inch of his body, the visible veins along his forearms and the way his shoulders tapered down to a V-line basically had me foaming at the mouth.
Throw the mask on top of all that, and it was a wonder I wasn’t actually tearing his clothes off with my bare hands.
“What’s going through your mind?” Sasha bent at the waist, his fist sinking into the mattress as he hovered over me. “What’s putting that look on your face?”
I bit down on the inside of my cheek, a blush creeping up my neck.
“You,” I admitted, averting my gaze.
Sasha tsked. “Eyes on me.”
Stubbornly, I kept my eyes fixed on his chest. He made an amused sound, straightened up and grasped the back of his shirt to tug it over his head. The muscles rippling beneath the fabric made my pussy clench down on nothing but thin air.
I desperately needed him, but he’d have to work for it.
Quick as a flash, he was on me, unbuttoning my shorts and yanking them down my bare legs, his calloused fingers skimming over my skin deliciously.
He got to work on his own pants and jerked his chin my way. “If you care about any of these clothes, I suggest you take them off now.”
As a matter of fact I was quite fond of the top, so I hurriedly tugged it over my head. The panties though … they were one of the few pairs I’d brought with me, and the new ones he’d gotten me were a whole lot nicer.
I could feel a mischievous smile tugging at my lips as I made the deliberate choice to keep them on. Quirking a brow in challenge, I finally lifted my gaze, looking him dead in the eye. Having seen what he was capable of doing to my shirt, I was curious to see what he would do to my underwear.
Sasha was naked already, except for his mask, stroking his thick cock while watching me and I was dumbstruck by the image in front of me.
Fuck me.
Literally, please fuck me. Right now.
“That’s how it is, huh?” He shook his head, chuckling. “Okay.”
Before I could formulate a response, he was on me. His tattooed fingers fisted the cotton of my underwear, his muscles straining as he pulled.
I gasped when the cotton bunched up and burrowed between my pussy lips for a moment before it finally surrendered. Sasha tossed the ruined scraps away and hooked his arms under my legs, letting them dangle as he pulled me right to the edge of the mattress.
“What if I liked those?” I quipped breathlessly.
Unhooking one of his arms, he grasped his cock at the base. “Don’t care. You were aware of the consequences.” He dragged his tip through my lips, coating it in my arousal. “And the way you’re dripping for me tells me you didn’t really mind.”
“Asshole!” I hissed just as his swollen tip popped inside me.
“Careful what you wish for,” he warned, pulling out again and lining himself up at my asshole instead.
My eyes went wide. “Sasha!”
I reflexively tried to scoot back, but he had an ironclad grip on my thigh.
“What’s wrong, baby? That’s what you agreed to back on the boat … remember? You don’t want to take me here?” he taunted, shifting his hips to apply just a smidge more pressure.
“No!” I gasped. “I mean, yes?”
“No? Yes? What is it?” He cocked his head again, and I could feel my arousal trickling down my crack, right to where the crown of his dick was resting. A light sheen of sweat coated our bodies, and I couldn’t deny the thrill I felt at the thought of him taking me this way.
“Yes! But I’m scared it will … you know, hurt.”
“Ah … Do you really think I’d let that happen? When I tell you I’m gonna do something, then I’m gonna do it.”
I sucked in a sharp breath when he pulled back, the pressure disappearing with him.