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“And how would you teach me that?” My mind is a whirlwind of sensation.
My body instinctively molded to his, the fabric of my dress barely a barrier as his muscular thigh wedged itself between my trembling legs. The friction of his pants against my sensitive flesh sent sparks of desire shooting through me, and I couldn’t help but rock my hips, grinding against him like a wanton creature.
“Do you feel that Isabella?” Andrey’s warm breath blew into my ear. “The longing to just let go and grind yourself on my leg and ride it?”
I whimpered, my breath coming in short gasps as I nodded, unable to form words. Andrey presses his leg more firmly against my sensitive mound and at the same time hits the red button bringing the elevator to a stop.
“Do you want to cum all over my leg, princess?” His lips tease mine and his hands squeeze and tease my breasts. He slowly starts to move his leg. “I can feel how wet you are as your juices are seeping onto me.”
“I…” I swallow, mesmerized by him and getting trapped by my traitorous flesh.
“Isabella!” Andrey’s voice is soft but commanding. “Are you ready to get a lesson in trust?”
He starts to move his leg faster, and I can’t help it. I need release, and he’s been teasing me since we landed in Toronto. I start grinding into him, but he pulls his leg away so abruptly I nearly land on my knees. Andrey releases the elevator, and it starts to move.
I feel like I’ve been punched in the stomach as I cry out, half in shame and half with need.
“Why?” I ask, feeling close to tears.
“You need to let go of your fears and inhibitions,” he murmurs. Kissing me more gently now before moving his lips over my jaw until his breath is hot against my ear. “I want to show you that while our way of life may differ from the conventional, it can be just as pleasurable as it is intense.”
As I Lean against the cool mirror of the elevator, my chest is rising and falling like I just ran a marathon. My body is sparking with aching need.
“Your world is full of brutality and chaos,” I pant.
“It’s about more than just brutality—it’s about passion and liberation.” His hand shoots out so fast I hardly see it coming as they grip my hips.
He spins me around, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me against his hard-on, making my pussy ache even more.
“Andrey…” I groan. “Please…”
“Embrace your darkness, princess. Surrender to it—let me guide you through it.” He looks at me in the elevator mirror, holding my desire-hazed eyes with his. “Submission isn’t about weakness. It’s about mastering control over yourself.”
The words echo in my mind, their meaning twisting and turning with every beat of my racing heart. As the elevator jolts to a stop on our floor, I’m overwhelmed by a whirlwind of sensations.
“You have nothing to lose. Like you said, we’re on the run. Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,” Andrey whispers. “Live in the moment—this moment.”
My body is caught between a powerful draw towards him and a fear that clutches at my insides. With every step toward the room, my thoughts spiral deeper into turmoil. Andrey’s presence is magnetic, each touch a revelation of the raw, untamed desires I’ve kept hidden.
My mind rebels, screaming that this is madness, that yielding to these dark impulses might be my undoing. The web that traps me in this world I’ve been born into but never entirely been a part of.
Yet, a part of me—an aching, yearning part—aches to surrender, to explore this forbidden edge that he’s offering.
When we reach the bedroom door, Andrey pins me against it, his gaze intense, stripping away any pretense. His eyes bore into mine with a relentless force. “What’s it going to be, princess?”
Chapter 19
ISABELLA
Every fiber of my being is torn between surrender and resistance, between the tantalizing prospect of submission and the torment of the unknown. Andrey stands back away from me, and I feel the loss of his heat. Before I can stop myself, I think, what the fuck! Tomorrow, we could be dead, and I reach out to him.
My arms wind around his neck, pulling his lips to mine. His arms circle me, and he lifts as my legs wrap around his waist, and our tongues lash together in a heated kiss.
As soon as we step into the hotel room, Andrey slides me down his body. He pulls me into a passionate kiss before pulling away and looking at me.
“If you’re uncomfortable at any point, just say ‘stop,’ and we’ll call it quits,” Andrey assures me, his voice steady and reassuring. “This isn’t about punishment or being a possession. It’s about release and conquering fear.”
I’m lost in the whirlwind of lust and confusion that this man stirs within me, unable to find my voice.
