The movements beneath the sheets slowed down and the soft cloth outlined their bodies as Rya moved up until the women were face to face. From the soft murmurs and sounds of pleasure he was pretty sure they were cuddling, something he didn’t do, but right now, he wished he did. Cuddling led to tender feelings and tender feelings led to danger for any woman he touched. But Rya wasn’t like most women. Maybe he could indulge in some affection with her. After all, she was a purchased submissive who knew this arrangement was for a limited time. He could use this week to pretend that he was something more than a killer, someone more than his father’s son.
He could be a man, not a criminal. He could be Rya’s man—the ultimate forbidden pleasure.
When the covers peeled back enough to show Rya’s flushed face and her passion-glazed eyes, he studied her carefully as she said, “Dimitri, do you have a shirt I could borrow?”
Not expecting this, he nodded. “Da. I mean yes.”
She slowly licked her lips and pushed herself up enough that he could see her upper back and the partial curve of one large breast. Katya was currently holding Rya’s tit, and if he wasn’t mistaken, suckling at her nipple. The sight transfixed him and he actually startled when Rya cleared her throat.
“Dimitri? A shirt please?”
He gave her an unrepentant grin and stood, allowing her to see how his hard cock pressed against his pants. She let out a soft moan, but he didn’t stop to check if it was for his dick, or because of something Katya was doing to her. Going to his closet, he selected one of his white silk dress shirts. Moving back to the side of the bed, he waited, watching as best he could through the long fall of Rya’s dark hair. It had come out of its loose bun during their play beneath the sheets and he loved the peaks of her creamy gold skin between the dark locks.
Rya must have sensitive breasts because Katya’s sucking on them, a wet noise that was driving him crazy, seemed to have the same effect on Rya. She was rubbing her hips in slow circles and he’d bet that she was straddling Katya’s leg right now, pressing her clit against the other woman’s smooth flesh. Taking another step forward, so the bed hit his legs, he inhaled and the scent of their arousal made him growl.
He loved the way Rya shivered, then held out one arm, giving him a brief flash of her breast with Katya’s lips sealed around the nipple, hiding its color from him.
She grabbed the shirt out of his hands. “Thanks. Close your eyes, please.”
Not used to being ordered about, but willing to indulge her, he did as she asked. The bed shifted against him and he wondered if she meant for him to stand here with his eyes closed until they were done. After what had to be at least a few minutes, small hands pressed against his chest.
“Dimitri, do you mind if I balance myself against you?”
He opened his eyes and found that Rya was right in front of him, straddling Katya’s face. His cock punched against his fly and he swore a small bit of come shot out. Even when he’d been a horny teenager he’d had better control of his body, but the sight of Rya with her small hands on his chest over his heart, dressed in his shirt, unbuttoned enough to show some fantastic cleavage, yet draping around her hips enough to hide her sex from his view, had to be one of the most erotic moments of his life. He’d seen and done just about everything a man could wish for sexually, indulged in every carnal pleasure that caught his fancy, but the simple act of looking into Rya’s amber gold eyes while she touched him was a remarkable thing.
He placed his hands over hers, lightly stroking her soft skin. “I do not mind. Find your pleasure, little Rya. I will hold you.”
She gazed up at him and her beautifully shaped lips parted on a sigh. He wanted to kiss her, to taste Katya on her lips, to stroke his tongue against hers and discover Rya’s unique flavor. Pink tinted her cheeks and she shivered as Katya did something that she liked. Slowly one of Rya’s hands slid down to his waist, but he grabbed her wrist in a firm hold before she could touch him.
“No. You do not have permission.”
Instead of fighting him she submitted to his hold, leaning on him further until he had to brace his legs as she laid her head over his heart and wrapped her arms around his waist. This allowed him to see Katya’s small breasts beyond the generous swell of Rya’s ass, half revealed by his shirt lifting as she rode Katya’s face. He caught the edge of a tattoo on one rounded cheek and wanted to lift the shirt so he could see what it was. While he was sure her tattoos were nothing like his, all of his ink was put on for marking reasons within the Bratva, it intrigued him that she would have something along the smooth curve of her lower back.