Page 57 of The Lies Between Lovers

He loved that he’d built her anticipation with every stroke of the razor and his palms on her body. She could tell.

Vera didn’t think Vaslav was aware of how intense he could be; even the way he spilled a darker side of his past, and those details still lingered in her mind, every inch of her body seemed to hum alive because she was near him.

He remained still as she finished what bit of facial hair she’d missed, and even leaned back to give her room to turn and clean the razor one final time. She tossed it into the silver cup on the corner edge of the marble sink and waited until the water started to run warm to rinse and soak the cloth once more.

She didn’t even get the chance to wring the water out before he snatched up the sopping wet rag. His hand found the small of her back, dragging his cardigan and her shirt higher when her gaze snapped to his in the mirror. The length of his erection pressed into her ass, and she knew right then that he wouldn’t let her turn around again until he was finished with her. She had his reflection to watch in the mirror as he inspected her shave job, grinded his hard dick into the swell of her ass, and then used that dripping cloth to wipe his face and throat clean.

“Not bad, kisska.” His palm scrubbed down smooth skin that she’d like to taste. She bet the bob of his throat while he swallowed, and her tongue teased the flesh would drive her damn near mad. “Tomorrow, it’ll already be scratchy again.”

Vera knew better. Hadn’t he practically warned her that she was lucky he had found the patience to give her this long? She tested him when she asked, “Good enough to burn?”

His stare snapped to hers, and his teeth nipped at nothing. “Only a little.”

She was a dead woman.

He could take it all.

“Open the second drawer on the right,” he told her, tossing the cloth.

The second his hands were free, he had already knelt lower to grab both legs of her shorts and yanked them all the way down to her ankles in one swift swoop. He was eye level with the swell of her backside as cold air whispered over her ass and between her thighs. The sting of his palms swatting her knees had her widening her legs for him.

“The drawer,” Vaslav demanded.

She pulled on the black knob of the cabinet’s second drawer. The contents inside shuddered from how fast she opened it to expose what he was looking for. An opened bag of toiletries that had spilled a bit seemed innocent at first.

Until he opened the smaller side pocket of the leather bag. The condom and pocketknife he pulled out found a home on the sink’s edge as he slammed the drawer shut with a snap that made Vera shiver.

“Why the knife?” she asked, not taking her eyes off it.

Vaslav lifted her right leg until her knee rested on the edge of the marble counter that extended further from the sink. She should have been embarrassed of the fact that she hadn’t bothered to put a clean pair of panties on, but she had been too tired and more concerned with getting something suitable from the carry-on she’d hauled upstairs to sleep earlier. Had she taken the time to put something on under the shorts, she might not feel so shamefully wet and spread for him.

Could he already smell her?

His calloused fingers drifted over the cheeks of her ass, and her skin pebbled instantly in response. Along with it went any worries she had because his deep grunt of approval said he liked what he found either way.

“Don’t move,” he said.

“And the knife?”

Vaslav plucked it up, flicked the blade open with a smooth swipe of his thumb, and before she could react, he yanked the front of her shirt higher. It took him no effort at all to slice the shirt straight up the middle, leaving the flimsy fabric open and exposing her breasts to his studious gaze in the mirror.

The knife was tossed to the sink, then.

“I bet you’re even wetter now,” he murmured, and the husky laugh that followed when he touched her to check if he was right made it impossible for Vera to look away from his reflection. She jerked at the surprise touch between her thighs, but he was only gentle for that split second. Once he confirmed that she was as wet as he thought, those damp fingers of his found her clit and pinched.

“Easy,” she yelped.

“Oh, it won’t be. It’s been too long for me, and I’ve been gracious enough with you.”

If only that scared her.

“I didn’t say stop,” Vera said in a breath.

“Kharoshay devochkoy—good girl.”

The rumbling praise was like electricity over her skin, but that also could have been the two fingers he shoved knuckle-deep into her pussy without any warning. She was wet enough for it, there wasn’t any point in denying that, but the sudden intrusion had her up on her toes and clenching the rim of the sink.

“If I rub one of those really wet ones out of this tight little cunt,” he told her, “then I’ll make sure your next one is around all nine and half inches of me. Think about how full you’re going to be with your leg up like that. You’ll watch me, Vera, for every second that I fuck you. You’ll watch me in that mirror until I’m done.”