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It was childish and petty and, now that I think about it, beyond stupid, but that was kinda the whole point.
But there’s nothing teasing or playful in the air between us now.
He.
Looks.
Pissed.
Arsen is a roiling storm cloud looming over me, and I’m waiting for the lightning to come. For him to unleash on me so that I have an excuse to unleash right back. But he just stares at me. Not at the dildo, not at the trunk—just me.
“Why was Dominik in here with you… andthat?” His eyes shift to the trunk.
I swore to Dominik that nothing in the trunk would get him killed, but that’s because even I couldn’t have dreamed up what’s happening. Even I, in my pettiest of moments, couldn’t have imagined the violent jealousy currently coursing through Arsen.
I wanted Arsen annoyed, but this… this might be even better.
Still, I can’t let Dom take the fall. “It was a misunderstanding. Dominik thought I might have smuggled in a bomb to try to assassinate you.”
Arsen eyes the box with renewed curiosity. “Did you?”
“Not unless it’s shaped like a penis or comes with five different licking speeds.”
His jaw tightens. Something indecipherable flickers across his face. Then, just when I think the storm in him is finally about to break, he turns away and shrugs out of his shirt. “Whatever makes you happy.”
Seriously? That’s it?
I gaze down at the dildo lying limp on the floor. I did not spend two thousand dollars on high end sex toys for that lame response.
More than annoying Arsen, I just wanted him to react. I wanted to crack through his stony, aloof exterior and get a peek at his ooey-gooey center.
For once, I wanted Arsen Adamov to feel real.
“If you really want my happiness—” I slide the strap of my dress down my shoulder until the material shimmies down my body to the floor. “—then you won’t mind if I test out my new purchases, will you?”
Arsen doesn’t turn around. He just hangs his shirt in the closet and gives me a tight nod. “If you must.”
My heart is racing as I climb back onto the bed. This was a terrible idea. He was supposed to stop me. We are supposed to be fighting right now. If I was lucky, we’d fight enough that he’d get sick of my nonsense and send me back to my own room.
But Arsen won’t even look at me.
He doesn’t care.
He’s going to let me masturbate on his bed without even looking at me.
As much as I want to laugh this off and call it a joke, excitement is building low in my stomach. Beyond that, I refuse to let him see me flinch.
So I lie back on the bed and kick my panties to the floor. I’m aware that I probably look more like a beached whale than anything else, but when Arsen finally turns around, his eyes are dark and hooded.
He unbuckles his belt. “That was a waste of money. It’s not going to satisfy you.”
I buck my hips, letting the very tip of the dildo tease over my skin. “What would you know about satisfying me?”
He could write the book on the subject, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to tell him that.
“Because I know you’re used to bigger.”
“Such a man,” I sigh. “You always think it’s about who’s bigger. It’s not. It’s about—mmm—it’s about what you do with what you’ve got.”
