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  “Yes.”

  They walked hand in hand, not glancing at each other. It was the only way for him to contain the excitement zinging through his body. With every step he took, his cock got harder, even though he swore to himself he’d take this slow. There wasn’t going to be any relief for him. Not yet.

  They sped up the servants’ stairs and made their way directly to her room. Once inside, he let go of her hand and stood in front of the camera she already knew was there and glared, letting whoever might be watching know that now was the time to kill the feed, or they’d feel his boot up their ass.

  And then he turned toward her.

  Standing beside the bed, she reached beneath the lamp shade and turned on the light.

  He flipped off the overhead light switch.

  Bathed in a golden glow from the single light, she was already out of her sandals, her hands behind her.

  And something about her pose, her head turned down, sparked his curiosity. He drew a deep breath, something inside him shifting. Tenderness filled him because he knew she wasn’t aware, didn’t have a clue, but it was there all the same for him to see.

  Gathering his wits, he approached her, stopping right in front of her. He tucked a finger under her chin to raise her face. Her eyes were wide and trusting. She was his to do whatever he wanted. And, oh, did he ever want. “Remove your pretty dress, Kara,” he said, his voice thick, like he was gargling marbles.

  Her gaze remained on him as she reached behind her back and unzipped her dress. The thin garment floated to the floor a moment later.

  He’d seen her nude on the monitor, in black and white, seen her lower body in gaslights in the garden, but now his breath caught and held. She was slender, her skin a smooth milky cream. Her nipples weren’t overlarge and laid flat against her small breasts, except for the beaded tips at the center. And they were the prettiest pink he’d ever seen, like the roses on her table.

  His gaze skimmed downward to her panties, a thong with straps that rode down the curve of her hips. “That too,” he said. “I want it gone.” And then he backed away to watch.

  Her hands shook a little as she tucked fingers beneath the bands at her sides and bent to slide them downward. When she straightened, he stared at the hair on her mound. Mink brown. Not too thick. If they’d been destined to continue their relationship, he’d insist on shaving her. Just for the satisfaction of making her blush. Of changing one thing about her to suit his tastes. Brand her his. “Turn slowly,” he said, his voice hoarsening further.

  With her hands now clenching at her sides, she turned in a slow circle while he viewed her body. His own hands tingled while he imagined following every curve and dip. Her slender waist, the notches of her hips. In profile, her small breasts seemed more ample, her nipples situated on the upward slope so that the tips slanted slightly upward.

  When she faced away, he said, “Stop.” He stepped closer, not touching her, breathing in her scent for a moment, cursing himself for not having better self-control because his balls were uncomfortably tight and drawn up hard against his groin. He pushed her soft hair to one side and bent to kiss her shoulder, loving the satin texture of her skin. He opened his mouth and bit her gently, listening to the slight catch of her breath, noting the shiver that worked its way down her spine.

  He wanted to follow it, to lick a path down the center of her back. To cup her lush, heart-shaped bottom and kiss her there, nip her skin, coax her into relaxing as he played and watched her writhe and gasp. She was perfect. So beautiful and responsive his teeth ached at being clenched so hard.

  “Lie down on the bed. On your back.”

  “You like giving orders,” she muttered.

  “I do.” His mouth curved. He didn’t mind a little rebellion, a little testing. He already knew she was feisty. “Have a problem with that?”

  “I will if you drag this out any longer.” She turned her head to catch his gaze. “I ache, Sergei.”

  The ragged texture of her voice made his cock jerk. The anticipation was killing him too. “Lie down,” he repeated softly.

  She turned away, letting out a huff, but she moved to the bed and crawled up on the mattress, giving him a view of her sex that cinched his chest, before she turned to rest with her head on a pillow. Her gaze raked his body.

  Her desire to watch him strip was there in her eager expression.

  He shed his shoes and socks, toeing them off. Then he went to work on the buttons of his shirt, hanging the garment on a bedpost. With only his chest bared, he stood still, studying her face as she stared, waiting until she met his gaze again.

  “Why’d you stop there? It’s hardly fair.”

  “How many aroused men have you seen?”

  Her gaze shifted to the side and she shrugged. “A boyfriend in college. And I’ve seen pictures. Watched a porn movie with some girlfriends.”

  The way her nose wrinkled said she hadn’t been impressed with the sight.

  Then she licked her lips. “And you, at the pool.”

  “Why do I suddenly feel like a perv?”

  Kara grinned and sat up. “I could help you. It might be less embarrassing if I’m involved, rather than you giving me a striptease.”

  “Were you embarrassed stripping for me?”

  “No. I liked undressing in front of you.” She glanced down at her tightly beaded nipples. “Can’t you tell?”

  Sergei blew out a breath. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t help.” He didn’t think he could stand an accidental brush of her hand. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, pushing them and his boxer briefs down before straightening.

  Her gaze went right to his cock.

  “Anyone ever tell you it’s not polite to stare?”

  “I’m sure you’ve had other women admire you,” she murmured.

  He sat on the edge of the mattress, pausing although every muscle in his body was locked and ready to pounce. “Last chance.”

  She settled on an elbow. “Maybe it’s strange, but I’m okay with this. Not intimidated a bit.”

  “Have you been this far before?”

  “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I’m picky. Maybe I’ve been too busy, with school and then work. I’ve been focused. Knowing there was only me. That I had to be successful to be able to take care of myself.”

  “No family?”

  She shook her head. “Just an uncle. And he… Well, he’s intimidating. He’s a partner in a big law firm in San Antonio. I just started work there as an intern for the summer. My first job out of college. I wanted to go to law school.”

  “Not anymore?” he asked, glad she was finally revealing something about herself. He’d been waiting for this.

  She shrugged. “I don’t know what I want now. That seems… far away.”

  Sergei lay beside her, on his side, resting on an elbow. He skimmed a finger along her cheek. “You’re beautiful.”

  “Thank you.” Her eyes were on his face, touching his eyes, his mouth.

  He knew she wanted a kiss, for this to begin. She was relaxed with him now, despite her nudity. Slipping his fingers into her hair beside her ear, he leaned toward her and kissed her. After a split second, her mouth opened beneath his. He slid inside, touched her tongue, encouraging her to follow his lead as he tangled with hers and teased. Kissing wasn’t something he had to teach her. She was perfection, suctioning his tongue until his cock began to pulse against his belly.

  Her hands drove him crazy too. Fingertips scraping through his hair, digging in to his shoulders. He doubted she was aware of just how sexy she was. Breaking the kiss, he nuzzled her cheeks. “Some ground rules, sweetheart?”

  “Mmmm?” she said, lips scooping against his chin.

  He caught her fingers as they glided over his chest and leaned over her torso. He placed her hands beside her head. “No touching.”

  “That’s hardly fair,” she said, lips pouting.

  “I’m in charge,” he whispered, searching her gaze, waiting to see if that de
fiant spark returned.

  Her teeth caught her bottom lip then slowly let it slide free. On the pillow, her fingers curled into loose fists. Her breaths came just a little faster.

  The sight of her responses kicked up his heart rate. He came over her, nudging apart her legs, his weight supported on his elbows. And then he glided his mouth along the gentle edge of her jaw, down the side of her neck where her pulse jumped against her skin. Down to her collarbone, where he tongued the delicate ridge before dipping into the slight hollow beneath.

  Her breaths were shorter and her fists tightened, but she didn’t reach for him, simply watched as he scooted lower, his head poised over one darkening nipple. He ran his tongue around the areola, and her back arched. When he licked the tight burgeoning stem, he elicited a whimper. And every sigh and ragged breath was magic.

  Closing his eyes, he latched his lips around her nipple and sucked, pulling it into his mouth, drawing on it hard, before letting it go with a pop. Staring down, he toggled it with his fingers, plucked it, and twisted it.

  The twist caused her to jerk up her knees. Her thighs clamped around his sides and moisture glazed his belly. He swooped down and bit the tip.

  “Oh God,” she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut while her head rocked side to side on the pillow.

  He bit again, and her hips moved beneath him, undulating against him, rubbing on him like a cat. Smiling with satisfaction, he blew on her nipple. “Easy,” he said. “I’m only starting.”

  Slowly, her eyes blinked open. She forgot his stricture not to touch, and she reached down between them to cover the nipple he’d tortured. “I don’t think I can take it.”

  “Did I hurt you?”

  She shook her head, her breaths still jagged. “I felt that all the way to my…”

  “To where?” When he spotted a blush suffusing her cheeks, he said, “Show me.”

  Her hand left her nipple and slipped downward, between their bodies, curving over her mound. “Here,” she whispered.

  Sergei surged upward, kissing her, her hand still between them, his cock pressed against her arm. “You drive me crazy. Make me want to lose control.”

  “Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do?”

  He gave a hard shake of his head, not willing to explain. Not able. But then her hand turned and touched him, fingers closing around his cock. They both held still, her gaze locking with his as she slowly moved her fingers up and down his shaft.

  Every promise he’d made himself was instantly forgotten. Her look was bold… and innocent. Her lush mouth started to smile. Her eyes widened. But he couldn’t summon any regret over promises he’d known all along he might not be able to keep.

  Lying there, her hair a wild tangle, her mouth moist and swollen from his kisses, she was lovely, lush… irresistible. And the way she gripped him with her thighs… ready.

  He moved lower, peppering her belly with nips and kisses until her skin was covered in goose bumps, and she began to tremble. When he reached her mound, he kissed the top, then licked between her folds, inserting the tip of his tongue to find her clit, which was hardening, the hood covering the small bud already sliding back.

  Ignoring her shivery gasps and tiny jerks, Sergei moved lower, lifting her thighs and placing them over his shoulders. Then he spread her thin inner labia.

  The light pink barrier stunned him. She’d said she was a virgin, but seeing the thin skin, the opening shaped like a star with the points rounded, nevertheless made his stomach tighten. He wet a finger, and then rimmed it gently. “Are you sure this is what you want, Kara?”

  She rose on her elbows and stared down at him. “If you don’t take care of it, I will. I need this done. And I want it to be you.”

  “I can use my finger, sweetheart.”

  “Use your finger, but I’ll still want you inside me.” Her dark eyes glittered with a slight sheen of tears. “Please, Sergei. I want to give it you. I want you to be my first.”

  She was tense again, and that would never do. He’d much prefer she never feel discomfort as he stretched the membrane. So he bent over her again to tease her clit.

  He flicked it with his tongue, earning thin, mewling moans. She was very sensitive, and he wondered how often she’d touched herself, whether she’d ever pulled back the hood to expose it while she’d pleasured herself.

  He was gentle, until her fingers dug into his scalp, forcing him closer, and then he sucked, drawing on it harder and harder while her heels hammered his back, and her cries grew louder. Her hips jerked, her belly quivered. When moisture seeped past the small star, he decided she was ready. He inserted one finger through the opening, deep enough he found the spongy knot of nerves and rubbed it, circling his finger at the base to slowly widen her opening.

  She stiffened, but her inner muscles clenched and released. Her whimpers were soft and came in a steady rhythm. Assured she was finding pleasure, he continued, widening the circle until the first little tear rent the star.

  Gently, he removed his finger and glanced up to meet her gaze. “Are you okay?”

  She nodded quickly, pulling in short breaths. “Please, more, Sergei.”

  He bent again, smiling at the excitement tightening her voice, relieved he’d done this one thing right. He stroked her opening with his tongue then plunged it inside, tapping her clit with a moist finger until he felt the tension building in her thighs. Again, she drummed her heels, and her body writhed. When he swept away more of the thin tissue with his finger, further rending her hymen, she gave a sharp gasp and then a tiny moan as she came, more fluid seeping from inside her.

  Her moans came one after the other, but he kept up the sweet torture, fucking her with his tongue, tapping and swirling gently on her clit, until she fell back, breathing heavily, her hands cupping her breasts for comfort.

  Sergei drew away, kissed her inner thighs, then moved upward, covering her, his arms encircling her to cradle her against his chest, his cock pulsing hard and jutting against her soft belly.

  Kara opened her eyes, and stared, her eyes awash with tears that ran downward into her hair. “Thank you.”

  Sergei smiled. His body was tight, his balls ready to explode, but he was satisfied as he’d never been before. “Definitely my pleasure.”

  “But there’s more.”

  “Not now. You should heal.”

  She shook her head. “I’m not in pain. That was nothing.”

  “Sweetheart, it was everything. Rest. I’ll hold you until you sleep.”

  She looked ready to argue again, but he shook his head. He reached for the lamp and turned it off, and then he rolled them to their sides. Glad to relieve the pressure against his cock, he willed it to relax, because he wasn’t taking her now. Seeing that pretty little star had cemented his vow. She deserved a gentle introduction to sexual pleasure. He’d take this slowly. Earn her complete trust by proving he could control his own base instincts.

  He kissed her mouth, just a gentle rub of lips, and then urged her head down onto his chest.

  “I won’t be able to look at you without blushing,” she whispered.

  Sergei smiled in the darkness. “Why? You did nothing to be ashamed of.”

  “You looked at me there.”

  “I had to know whether your hymen was intact. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

  “I don’t think another man would have cared. Or would even have noticed.”

  “Maybe.” But he felt warmth fill his chest that she’d decided he was somehow better than other men. “Sweetheart, I’ll always keep you safe, even from me.”

  She pressed closer and he made a space between his legs for her to slide hers between. The arm around her back brought her flush with his skin. Angled this way, her breasts mashed against him. Her sweet rose scent mixed with the headier aroma of her arousal and surrounded him.

  “No one knows I was seeing him,” she said softly.

  So softly, Sergei froze, not breathing, not wanting to miss a word.

  He
r fingers threaded through his chest hair, tugging gently. “When I don’t show up for work, they won’t know where to look.” She nuzzled his cheek, then laid hers against his. “I should have known better than to keep something like that a secret, but doing so made the dates more exciting.”

  He heard the cringe in her voice and knew she felt ashamed. And even though his stomach turned at the thought of what that man had intended to do to her, he kept his tone even. “You said before, his name is Lucio…”

  “Yes, Lucio Marroquin. He’s a client of the law firm where I work.”

  Sergei filed away his name, then slowly glided his hand up and down her back, soothing her, reminding her silently that she was safe with him. That he would listen.

  “I was flattered,” she said, then snorted. “He approached me after work. He’d been waiting for me. Him with his fancy car. He took me to dinner, and was so charming. I couldn’t wait to see him again.” She tilted her head to look up at him. “I’m not normally so stupid, I swear, but he was handsome, and attentive. I guess I’ve been alone too long…”

  And lonely. Her words resonated inside him.

  “He took advantage.” She paused, and then sighed. “He drugged me.”

  Sergei drew in a sharp breath.

  His chest must have tensed, because her fingers petted him, smoothing over his muscles.

  “I don’t know for sure how long I was out. I have snippets of memories that don’t make a lot of sense, but when I woke, I was tied, gagged, and lying on a blanket in the back of an army truck. They dumped me inside the shack at the camp. I pretended to still be sleeping. I didn’t move until they’d cut my ties and locked the door.”

  Not reacting was difficult, to listen without expression or without pulling her closer. Her delivery was hushed but steady. When she at last fell silent, Sergei pulled her on top of him.

  Her legs slid to either side of his body, her belly pressed against his cock, which had lost some turgidity but which was quickly filling again. Ruthlessly he ignored his arousal, instead cupping her cheeks between his hands. Looking up at her face, her mouth pulled into a stubborn line, her eyes shaded and a little hard, he held back the harsh things he wanted to say about her captors. “They will never touch you again.”