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“Do you think I should take out my nipple rings?” I ask loudly. “So they don’t show up in the photos? Your camera looks pretty high-def.” I tug at my neckline, eyeballing my cleavage with worry.
Josip staggers, nearly dropping his camera. Konstantin looks like his spirit is leaving his body.
“You don’t have nipple rings,” he growls softly in my ear.
“Are you sure about that?”
His eyes narrow drastically. “Last warning.”
“Or what?” I whisper back.
“Fine. Have it your way.”
Furrowing my brow, I start to ask what he means. The hand around my waist slowly snakes up, stroking across my bellyuntil he curls it around to rest over my navel. With practiced expertise, he gives me a tug and I feel my weight shift upwards against him.
His cock is practically propped against my pussy. To my own frustration, my body betrays me, and I feel myself growing wet in anticipation again.
I swallow uncomfortably and hiss as he pulls me even closer. “Now who’s being inappropriate?”
He pushes one leg forward to keep me from scooting away from his throbbing, inviting tip. “You haven’t evenbegunto see what inappropriate looks like …”
My heart thuds wildly in my ribs. I can’t pull away. He’s got me pinned in place.
And as much as I hate to admit it, I don’t think Iwanthimto pull away.
“I canfeelhow soaked you are, Kitty Cat.” Konstantin presses his nose against my hair, inhales, and pushes his hips forward just enough so that the tip of his cock rubs against my dripping pussy.
My hips squirm, and pleasure spreads through my body at the motion.
He chuckles knowingly behind me as he releases my wrist. His finger trace along my jaw, leaving behind a blazing hot trail in its wake, until it hooks under my chin and turns me to look him in his eyes.
“Fuck you,” I grumble. I don’t have any other tricks in my arsenal.
Josip whistles sharply, startling us both—Konstantin jerks against me in surprise, and I resist a whimper as his hard-on just grinds deeper through my dress.
“Perfect!” Josip exclaims. “Just perfect!”
Konstantin releases me, dropping to one knee. I wait for him to tie his shoe, because why else would he get on the ground? His eyes travel up to mine. In his hand is a black velvet box. “It should fit,” he assures me.
“What should …” Trailing off, I stand frozen on the spot as he slips a platinum silver ring from the box. His hands are warm on mine, working the ring into place over the knuckle on my left hand.
The engagement ring. How could I forget?
The diamond in the center is as big as a pistachio. There are several smaller ones clustered around it. My heart is beating at such a furious pace, I’m worried not enough blood is getting to my brain. That has to be why I’m so dizzy.
Flashes of light bounce off the diamond as Josip, cataloging every moment of my amazement, snaps one photo after another.
Remember this is all fake!
“I could sell this and buy five Lamborghinis,” I whisper coldly.
“Ten, actually.” Konstantin starts to smile.
“Let’s get a kiss on film!” Josip shouts.
And now I’m starting to panic. A kiss? Now? Konstantin’s powerful hand takes me by the small of my back and pulls me close to him. I canfeelhis throbbing erection thudding againstmy belly. It practically juts against the bottom of my ribcage.Desire pours through my veins like lava.
