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“You need to get me naked, teacup. As much as I don’t want to ask for your assistance, the fact of the matter is, I don’t have any choice,” I called from the bathroom.
Moments later, she walked inside, looking ever more cautious. The water was running hot and I truly wanted to shower with her under different circumstances. We would have made slow and tender love under the streaming water, but right now, that was fucking impossible.
She approached me without a word and started pulling down my sweats, noting my hard dick sticking out. Fuck, this was an unlimited fantasy, her being down on her knees in front of me. I preferred not to be hard in a moment when I couldn’t do much about it, but I was having a real trouble controlling myself with her around me.
Marinka swallowed hard. I imagined her sucking me off on my yacht on the open waters.Not fucking helping the situation, Sebastian,I chided myself.
Before I shot her father, I had been considering forcing her to suck me off on that yacht, but the timing was bad and Pedro mentioned that coastguards were in the area, so we had to hurry up. She wouldn’t look me in the eye after what happened on the yacht, but a lot of things had changed between us since then.
“You’re driving me insane, kneeling down in front of me in that fucking dress,” I growled when she hooked her fingers around my boxers.
“I’m only trying to help you, Sebastian, and I haven’t done laundry for days. This was the only clean dress I had. Trust me, I’m not enjoying myself right now. I hate seeing you like this,” she said quietly, and then pulled my boxers down, quickly rising to her feet.
“Penelope can do the laundry,” I said, grabbing her hand.
She shook her head. “I need to keep myself busy somehow, or I’ll be the one to go insane in her,” she said sadly.
Her tone filled me with guilt. She was unhappy…
But then she peeked down at my cock, her lips tugging upward at one corner. A shy half-smile … why did she have to look like she’d never seen a penis before in her life?
“Do you like what are you seeing, teacup? I might be injured, but I can’t stop myself wanting to fuck you in every part of this house, wanting to feel your sweet lips wrapped around my pulsating cock,” I said and then I had to say the words that had been on my mind for a while. “And I’m sorry that I shot your father on the yacht. I lost control of myself back then.”
I looked deep into her eyes, letting her witness the sincerity of my admission, and squeezed her hand. “And I’m sorry to keep calling you ‘teacup’. I know it bothers you but—”
“Are you really sorry about any of that?” she asked, her blue eyes gleaming and so very beautiful.
I brought her hand to my lips. Fuck, she was making me soft. I wasn’t one to apologize, even when I was in the wrong. Marinka was my prisoner, my payment for losing Russina, but my heart was messing with my fucking head. She was the fucking Goddess of Goodness and I needed to stop taking her for granted.
She was not Russina.
She was nursing me back to health, despite what I did to her.
She put herself last. No one had ever done that for me.
I kissed her knuckles.
“Yes. I appreciate … what you’re doing,” I said, and then let go of her. “But right now, I need to get into that shower.”
She smiled, her cheeks flushed. I turned but then she placed her hand on my hip and looked down on my hard erection again, biting on her lower lip. This wasn’t the girl that I’d taken from her parents, the self-conscious, mousy woman who needed to be shown her place in the world. Or maybe I just didn’t bother to learn about her—the real Marinka. This woman before me was much stronger. She’d finally come out of her shell, and now she couldn’t take her eyes off my fucking cock.
“How come you’re still so hard?” she asked.
“Because I can’t stop thinking about your dripping pussy,” I said. I hated to be crude but that was the truth. I just loved to see her come all over my hands and my lips. She was exquisite. “Now, touch me, Marinka.”
She instantly obeyed and I leaned against the sink, moaning she reached out and touched my dick. I arched my head back but that was bad idea because my entire body was suddenly blazing with fire—not in the good sense.
Lightheaded, I straightened up again and braced myself.
She moved her whole palm around it at first, then she let go and started caressing it with her fingers.
“Fuck, this feels good, princess,” I said, staring her parted lips. She looked up at me, cocking her head to the side when I gave her this term of endearment. This was what I’d call her from now on. My princess. And my queen … because that’s what she was.
She touched me tentatively, as though doing it for the first time. Could this be true? A young woman as hot as she was couldn’t be untouched. I just hadn’t noticed how sexy she was—the joke was on me.
She started moving her hand up and down my length. I had never been more turned on in my life. The woman was learning fast and there was barely any distance between us now, so I slid my hand under the hem of her dress. Soon enough, she understood what I needed her to do: give me the most amazing hand job. I was tempted to asked her to kneel down, wishing she could take it into her mouth and suck it, but I didn’t want to spoil this moment.
I was an obnoxious asshole to her in the beginning, but over time, I tried my best to be more civil. I could do even better.
