Declaring me his like I’m property is one big step in the right direction. So, it’s time to up the game and seize this opportunity for what it is.
I move on that thought, surprising him again when I undo the top button of his shirt.
“What are you doing angel’skoye lichiko?” A slow easy smile spreads over his handsome face.“Nobody touches me like that until I tell them they can do so.”
This is the part where I’m supposed to move my hand away and be the meek little woman he expects me to be.
But men like him don’t alwayswant their women to do as they’re told.They like things that stand out.Things that are different to what they expect.
That difference makes them crave it even more.
That’s why I keep my hand on his chest.
“I thought you might want me to take off your clothes, sir.”
I deserve an award, that’s what.Because I have him fooled and calling him sir just sweetened the deal.
“Wow Angel Face aren’t you a gem,” he says, issuing the endearment in English. Almost like he’s making a statement. It doesn’t have the same sexy vibe as angel’skoye lichiko, but it still does the same things to my insides. “Go on, take my clothes off.”
I push his jacket down his shoulders and we watch it fall to the ground. I then resume unbuttoning his shirt and once the cotton lays open I push that down his shoulders too unveiling his perfectly sculpted, muscular torso. He helps me out by pulling it off and throwing it next to his jacket.
As I shift my weight back on my heels my eyes drop to the tattoos covering his chest and I find I can’t look away.
Aiden has the traditional criminal tattoos I’ve seen on most guys in the Bratva and some I haven’t seen.
There’s a massive golden eagle on his chest indicating he’s a senior authority figure, and a skull underneath it, indicating he’s a murderer.
Inky black stars cover his right shoulder, again indicating authority, and I’m guessing he has them on his knees too. My grandfather had them there. It means “I kneel to no one.”
My eyes drift to the spiders facing up lining the peaks and valleys of his abs, a blatant declaration he’s an active criminal and he has no intention of changing his ways.
A dark, predatory smile dances on his lips when he sees me looking and I can tell I’ve garnered more of his interest.
“You look like you know what they mean, angel’skoye lichiko,” he states.
“I have an idea,” I lie, and I can tell he knows it for a lie.
I kneel to pick up his clothes, slipping them both over my arm. His eyes roaming over my naked body again, gluing to my ass when I move over to the little chair by the window. When I bend over to put his clothes on the chair, I widen my stance so he can see my pussy. I feel the moment he does because it’s like the air around us changes and fills with a wild electrical charge that makes me think I could get away with murder right now.
His footsteps make me look over my shoulder and a shiver of arousal comes back to claim me when I see he’s behind me.
“Stay. Stay just like that.” He places a firm hand on my back, holding me down. Heat bleeds through my skin from his fingertips and a shudder runs over me. “I want to look at your pussy before I fuck you.”
I can’t hide my reaction to his vulgar, crass, dirty words no more than I can stop my mind from thinking about what it will feel like when he’s inside me.
My mouth waters at what I imagine and when my pussy clenches with need I’m appalled again at myself. Shocked further when I start thinking of all the ways he could claim my body and truly own me.
The warmth of his fingers sliding over the swollen nub of my clit steals my next thoughts away.
He strokes the hard, sensitive nub slowly, oh so slowly, and I swear I can feel his touch everywhere, inside and out of me.
He lowers to my ear and his breath caresses my skin. “Good girl, you’re so wet for me.”
God I know I am.
I feel just how wet I am when he slides his finger inside my passage and starts finger fucking me.
“Fucking hell, your little cunt is so tight.”