Page 22 of Silken Chains
My brain does a quick 180. Duh, Laura. “V” for Victor. Of course.
I can feel the weight of his gaze, heavy with intent, as if he’s trying to read my every thought.
“You always bring your… guests here?”
“Shhhh. Curiosity can be dangerous, little firecracker. Best to leave it at the door.”
Still carrying me, I feel his strong grip on my body as he drops me onto the wide leather couch.
I’m watching him, holding my breath, entranced, as he undoes his shirt buttons with an ease that’s too much like the guys from the pages of my favorite steamy romances.
Sprawled on the sofa, I’m propped on my elbows, legs splayed like I’m prepped for a surprise pap smear, and my “doctor” is a stranger with a dangerously sexy vibe, smoldering eyes, and a presence that fills the room with raw heat.
Evidently, my mind’s gone AWOL.
“Show me your tight little pussy, kiska.” he growls.
I watch Victor rise between my legs like a warrior god, his strong thighs pressing against mine.
“Ex-excuse me?” I blink, stunned. “You didn’t actually just say that?”
My mouth twitches, about to spit out a biting comeback. But as my eyes lock with his—so serious, no trace of jest—the words just hang there.
Damn. He’s dead set on seeing my vajayjay.
“Wh-?” I barely manage, the urge to laugh now choked into a tight gulp.
“I told you, kiska,” he puts a finger on my lips, “that you owe me.” Then he kneels in front of me. He slides my dress up, pushing it further apart with his rough hands that blaze a path of fire across my body, up to my all-too-willing pussy.
“No more questions. Let me see what you are hiding there,” he says, gruff and to the point. I’m taken aback, blinking in shock.
Not a chance I’m letting this happen.
“Just because you saved me earlier doesn’t mean I owe you anything,” I start, trying to sound bold, but my voice quivers. Victor’s response is immediate, flipping my panties aside. His thumb presses against my clit, sending waves of unexpected pleasure surging through me. I gasp, my resolve wavering under his expert touch.
His intense gaze burns into me as his fingers teasingly brush against my wet folds. I whimper at the touch, wanting him to go further but also wanting to savor every moment of anticipation.
What the fuck is happening to me?
He’s stroking my throbbing clit with his thumb, a slow and taunting rhythm that drives me wild. I can’t resist giving in to the pleasure, even though I know it’s wrong.
Okay, I am letting this happen.
I can’t resist anymore, and I give in to the pleasure he’s offering me. “Oh, fuck!” I gasp.
His voice is rough with desire as he says, “This is all mine.” Slowly, he slips a finger inside of me,
“Oh… God.” The movement draws a soft moan from my lips. My body trembles as he teases my sensitive nub, skillfully teasing and penetrating me until I’m soaking wet and swinging my hips, begging for more.
“I know what you want, kiska. If you ask so nicely, I’ll leave no inch of your body untouched. I’ll lap and feast on your wet cunt, then fuck it mercilessly. And if you’re a good girl, I may even spank that sweet ass before fucking it.”
My heart thunders against my rib cage at the thought. Never had I ever imagined a man being so bold and explicit with me.
His words are so direct, so unashamedly filthy, it’s shocking. Yet, my body reacts, craving more. I’m shaking, torn between shock and an arousal so intense it’s almost painful.
My mind is screaming that this is wrong, but my body betrays me. I’m melting under his touch, unable to deny the mounting desire. “Victor,” my voice is a breathless whimper, “please…”
He grins, a predatory look in his eyes. “That’s it kiska. Now, let’s see how much you can take.”
