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Konstantin follows the instruction, motioning for me to join him. Slipping on an indulgent smile, I begin to rest my body next to his—his arm lowers for my waist. At the last second, I jump away with a huff.
“No! I can’t!”
Josip lowers his camera. “What’s wrong?”
“Yes,” Konstantin mutters. “What’swrong, Kitty Cat?”
“The rocks are too slimy and wet! My dress will get stained if I touch them!” I make a big show of fluffing my hem, checking it for dirt.
“Stop it,” Konstantin says. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
I widen my eyes as big as possible. “But Kostya, dear, youknowI hate to get dirty!”
“You jumped into the lake yesterday,” he reminds me in a low tone. “Fully clothed, I might add.”
“Excuse me.” Batting my eyelashes, I shrug indifferently. “You know I slipped in. I’d never willingly jump into the lake with my clothes on. That’s silly.”
“Right, of course. I guess I forgot howpreciousmy soon-to-be wife is.” He runs his hand over his face as if he’s trying to wipe away his scowl. It doesn’t work.
Josip darts his eyes between us nervously. “Why don’t we just try a shot with you standing in front of the rocks, not actually touching them?”
“Does that satisfy you?” Konstantin asks me darkly.
I tilt my head like I’m confused. “Why the tone? Did I do something wrong, Kostya?” Before he answers, I slide myself against his body. My fingers tug at his tie as I gaze up at him with a sugary smile. “Please don’t be mad at me. I’m trying my best here, I swear.”
His lips part as confusion steals his anger away. I like how he flares his nose when I rub my thigh against his leg.
“I’m not mad,” he insists.
Oh yes you are. But you can’t let Josip to see.
“Is thereanythingI can do to make you feel better?” I purr as my fingers dance along the length of his tie.
Konstantin’s hands lower until they’re on my waist. Tiny lightning bolts enter my skin where he touches, traveling down to my belly. “Just show him that we’re in love so he gets good photos.”
Oh, I can do more than that.
Turning around, I grind my ass against Konstantin. My head falls against his shoulder, one arm looping around his neck so I can stroke his jaw. “Like this?” I rub against him harder, peeking at Josip while I do it.
The camera can’t hide how much he’s blushing.
“Kitty Cat,” Konstantin warns under his breath.
“What’s wrong, Kostya?” My voice turns husky as my hand scrapes down, slow as tree sap, towards his inner thigh. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
All at once he catches my wrist, pinning my arm against my side. Into my ear he speaks in a low, burning voice that both satisfies my cruelty and wakes up the feral parts of me that want to jump his bones. “Stop it. Now.”
“Or you’ll do what?” I smirk.
“Oh, Kitty Cat.” His voice purrs in my ear, low and dangerous, as he pushes his hips forward slightly. The pulsing heat rests against my ass—hard, insistent, and utterly irresistible. “Don’t make mepunishyou later.”
Heat sears my cheeks, and I find my hips backing into him as if they have a mind of their own. His throbbing cock is unmistakable against the small of my back, and my nipples stiffen in my bra. His grip around my wrists tightens ever-so-slightly, as if reminding me that if he wanted to, he can hold me down while I struggle and there’s nothing I can do about it.
“What’s wrong, Kitty Cat?” His other hand circles around my hips, pulling me closer against his erection to him as his warm breath kisses my ear. “No more bravado?”
Is he … challenging me?
I grind my ass close to him, and draw out an appreciative exhale of air from his nostril in response.
