Page 44 of A Diamond Deal
It was only to win.
Only to prove he was in control.
He lifted his head. The atmospheric light from the stage created a barely there light up here. Her skin was little more than of hues of grey.Shadows. In the semi-darkness he couldn’t see his kiss. But he knew where it was. Where his mark would be.
He didn’t care. Her shawl had fallen behind her. She could hide it if she wished. Or she could let them all see his brand. The only fact that was true. She would never know again when this was over—when he sent her away—thissong.
Her hips lifted, and slowly she pulled up the silk hiding her from him.
Slowly, she revealed skin covered in sheer tights.
His hand dipped under the fabric of her skirt as she settled it on her thighs. The fabric that would hide his exploration. Keep it secret.
They were not tights.
They were stockings.
His blood roared as he explored the seam of her panties. As he touched the exposed softness of her inner thigh.
‘Please,’ she whispered.
His entire body swelled.
His victory—so close—his for the taking.
He took it.
He swiped his fingers up and down the seam. He stroked the intimate heart of her. Until her breathing was so fast—so deep—he knew it was time. Time to give her what he’d promised.
He swept her panties aside. He didn’t tease. He didn’t caress. He pushed his fingers inside her. And she kept her word. The scream in her mouth. She held it in. But he felt it. The tight grip of its roar holding her flesh captive.
His thumb encircling her engorged nub, he drove into her, curled his fingers. Her intimate muscles squeezed around him. His every thrust, she dragged him deeper. Raised her hips a little. Pushed them down.
He moved with her. Listened to her trapped moans getting faster, and faster, until he knew she was coming.
He pushed, found the secret tangle of muscles inside her.
And he held her there.
Her eyes closed.Tightly.
‘Come,agape,’ he commanded, because she was there. All she needed to do was take what his fingers were giving her—commandingshegive to him.
‘Konstantinos!’ It was a choked breath. A fierce whisper after no more than a gulp of air. But it was a scream to his ears.
It was surrender.
It was victory.
Her eyes opened. She didn’t look at him. She looked to the hand still between her thighs—at the fingers still inside her. She reached for him. Withdrew him. His fingers wanted to push against her—find her again.Do it all again.And he knew all she had to do was ask.
He wanted her to ask.
And she would.
He did nothing. He let her hold his hand. Gave her the illusion she was in control of what happened next. What pleasure he’d give to her next.
‘Thank you,’ she said, and she moved, dropped his hand onto his lap, onto the too hard part of himself that did not want his own hand.
