Page 25 of Inside of You, Vol. One
You take sip as Kazimir guides you away.
The woman turns to Kazimir. “The items that you have requested have been delivered to your suite, sir.”
He nods and takes you to the elevator.
You take another sip of your champagne and wonder what she is talking about.
Once you approach the elevators, he leans your way. “I have had several designer bags, shoes, and outfits sent to the suite.”
Shock and delight run through you.
“Keep whatever you want. My men have brought you suitcases. Fill them.”
You grin.
“However, once we’re in Moscow, there will be more shopping.”
The elevator doors open.
Kazimir leads you into it.
Misha follows.
Kazimir holds up his hand. “Take the next one, cousin.”
Misha rolls his eyes and backs off. “This new lion is annoying.”
The elevator doors close, and Kazimir is back to devouring you, so much so that your glass and his fall to the carpeted floor. Champagne spills everywhere.
The elevator rises.
He has you pinned against the wall, pressing his body firmly into yours. His lips trample over your mouth like a desperate beast. His teeth nibble your bottom lip. His tongue glides into your mouth, tasting you down to your soul.
You moan from all the pleasure.
He slides his hands up the coat that you’re wearing. They move over your curves and squeeze.
You moan, “Kazimir.”
“I can’t wait to get you in this suite.” He groans in desire. “Or should I fuck you here?”
You moan as your nipples harden.
He’s back to nipping at your lips. He’s biting the curve of your neck. He’s tasting and devouring it. Your pussy gets wet. And his hands are all over you, caressing your thighs and slipping between them. He brushes his fingertips against your pussy and you’re ready to explode.
The elevator doors open.
He pulls away and licks his lips.
Right when you think he’s going to guide you away, he picks you up fast and carries you. “I am going to fuck you so hard that you will forget everything—what happened to you, that fucking Scorpion, maybe even your name.”
Chapter 7
Dirty Love
After a quick shower, Kazimir has you nude and on your back. The soft mattress smooths against your body. Your legs are in the air.
Naked, he stands over your nude form. His body is an intricately woven tapestry of muscle and power. The light from the chandelier strikes sparkles on his skin. Every inch of him says dangerous from the tattooed stars on his shoulders to the lion on his arm.
