Page 4 of Then We Shatter

I look up at him through my eyelashes. “But you want to play, don’t you, Vlad?”

He tries so hard not to react, but when my tongue slides between the seam of my lips, his pupils blow. If he wasn’t seriously contemplating stepping over a line, he is now. He shrugs. “Your uncle already thinks I’ve fucked you. I don’t have anything to lose. Do I?”

My uncle’s guard is so close to breaking. I arch an eyebrow before giving him the final push. “Except your pride. My guess is you can’t satisfy a woman the way–”

Vlad slams his palm against my chest and marches me backwards into my sparsely furnished room. My calves hit the edge of the bed and with one final shove, he forces me onto my back.

The laughter rumbling up through my chest escapes with a gasp. I offer a wicked smile as I lift my knees and spread my legs. My thin cotton dress bunches around my hips. “Looks like I underestimated you. Maybe you are more of a man than I thought.”

“Oh, you’re about to find out.”

As his gaze fixes on my virgin-white panties, his oily tongue slides over his bottom lip. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he steps back and unbuckles his holster. He removes all the weapons I might make a grab for while he’s otherwise engaged. He even takes off his belt. Good thinking.

While he piles his weapons just outside the door, I open and close my legs, showing my impatience. I’m looking forward to this more than he is.

Vlad keeps only three items. A set of keys, a pair of handcuffs and the cell phone he’s using to tap out a message. He smiles when he’s done.

“The cameras are off and Alexei won’t disturb us. You’re all mine now,” he says, flicking the door shut with his foot. “Arms over your head, Kitty.”

Fortunately, Vlad has turned to lock the door and doesn’t see my mask fall. If I had one of the knives he left in the hallway, it would be in his back right now. There’s only one person who was allowed to call me Kitty.

“You’d enjoy this better if you didn’t tie me up. I have very gifted fingers,” I reply. You can’t blame a girl for trying.

“I know you have,” Vlad says dryly. He drops his keys and phone on the dresser next to the door before approaching me with the handcuffs. “Arms over your head.”

I huff out a sigh and as I throw back my arms, I bring my knees together in rebuff. I’m scowling as Vlad hooks the handcuffs through the wooden bedstead and snaps them tightly around my wrists.

“Comfortable?” he asks with a smirk. I roll my eyes, but he’s not looking at my face as he positions himself at the end of the bed and unfastens his pants. “Open your legs, bitch.”

I sigh as I let my knees drop to the sides and watch him take out his cock. It’s prettier than his face, but that isn’t saying much. Should I tell Vlad I’ve seen bigger? No, that might push his fragile ego too far and I need him eager to prove himself.

Vlad takes what I’m guessing is a very old condom from the inner pocket of the leather jacket he has no intention of taking off. It’s going to be a quick fuck. No cuddles.

Once he’s sheathed, he climbs onto the bed and kneels between my legs. “Even with the cameras disabled, you’re going to have to be quiet, kotenok.” Kitten. “Don’t scream my name too loud.”

My jaw wants to clench, but I manage a coy smile. “I’ll try not to.”

Without any further preamble, Vlad grabs my hips. He’s about to yank down my panties, but I use my knee to hit his arm.

“Not so fast,” I gasp out. My breaths are labored as if my desires have got the better of me. “Use your teeth.”

Vlad straightens. There’s a wicked glint in his eye. “Like this?” he asks with a snarl as he spreads my legs to the point of pain and bites my inner thigh.

I tense, but there’s no pressure where his teeth nip at my delicate skin. Vlad can’t risk my husband-to-be noticing bite marks if he’s to stand a chance of convincing Vasili he hasn’t touched me. Instead, he makes a revolting slurping sound as his tongue trails up my inner thigh.

“You just wanted my head between your legs, didn’t you?” he says with a knowing smirk. “I can already smell your need. You’re dripping for me.”

I’m as wet as the Mojave Desert.

Vlad’s tongue finds my center and he tugs at my cotton panties with his teeth. When he nips again, his teeth scrape against my clit.

“Do that again,” I gasp.

Vlad burrows deeper as I rock my hips back and forth against his mouth. My pulse quickens and as my movements grow more demanding, I hook a leg over Vlad’s shoulder. A groan vibrates up my throat and spills over my lips as he suckles the thin cotton of my panties.

Eager to prove himself, Vlad adjusts his position so both my thighs come to rest on his shoulders. With the next sweep of his tongue, I keep one leg pressed against his shoulder while lifting the other higher so my thigh is closer to his ear.

“Vlad?” I plead. “I need…”