And there it was, out in the open. I waited for him to dump me.
“But I don’t care,” he said.
My eyes widened. “What?!”
He shook his head and his hand cupped my cheek. “I’ve never met anyone like you, Arianna. My father rules our business. It’s time he stopped ruling my life.”
We stared at each other for another second, his eyes burning into mine, and I knew he was serious. He was going to rebel against the only family he had left...for me.
And in that second, I didn’t think about the mission being over or how I was still going to betray him. I just let out a little moan of need and, this time, I launched myself at him. I didn’t care that he was a monster. I didn’t care that he was the enemy. Our lips met and I wasn’t Arianna Scott or Arianna Ross or a fucking CIA agent. I was just Arianna and he was just Luka and nothing else mattered.#p#分页标题#e#
His hands slid up the front of my dress and squeezed my breasts, making them bulge up out of the neckline. He growled in lust and released me for a second so that he could unfasten my seatbelt. I swayed in my seat, the sensation of being in a moving car making the fear bubble up inside me. Then he was touching me again and his hands melted all the fear away. His palms were sliding down my sides, down to the hem of my dress, tugging it up. At the same time, he pulled my legs towards him on the seat and I slid, flopping down onto my back.
He pulled my dress up over my panties and I felt his gaze on them, blazing through the thin fabric. I’d worn the white ones. The innocent ones. From his expression, they’d been a good choice. I was the innocent and he was the criminal and he was about to corrupt me.
I suddenly remembered there was a third person in the car. I came back to reality for a second, my head swiveling as if on a stick. Yep, there was Yuri in the driver’s seat. His eyes were fixed on the road, but we were clearly visible in the rear view mirror.
Luka lowered his head and licked my inner thigh, his tongue quick and expert, drawing a blazing symbol there, and I stopped caring.
His hands separated my thighs, pushing them up and back, folding me, and I yelped in surprise, the yell growing throaty when he started to rub me right where I needed it. He pressed close, our faces inches apart, my ankles over his shoulders. He began to stroke my lips through my panties, the fabric rapidly moistening. “You are an angel,” he muttered in Russian. “You don’t know what’s coming, but I’m going to fuck you like a cheap whore.”
I had to fight very hard to look confused. I knew that I should be slapping his face, but the words only made me hotter.
His fingers stretched my panties away from my body and I gasped as I felt the air-conditioned air of the car on my moist flesh. “Careful,” I muttered. “They’re new.”
With a sudden jerk of his hand, he snapped the waistband and tossed them away. “I’ll buy you more,” he said. He was on his knees on the seat, now, my ankles in his hands. He pushed them even further back and then opened them a little. His head dipped and—
I moaned as his mouth came down on my wet, ready flesh, a spasm rippling up from my groin and making me twist and thrash. His tongue covered me in quick, hard licks, dipping between my lips to taste me. I could feel the moisture flooding me there, my own helpless response to his touch.
He pushed his head closer, forcing it between my thighs, the slight grizzle on his cheeks rasping against my sensitive skin. His tongue was tracing each lip in turn, switching between them, drawing the silken flesh with it and stretching it tight. My toes curled and strained in my shoes, somewhere up near the car’s ceiling. I remembered Yuri again and wondered how I looked, with my stockinged legs kicking in the air.
The tip of his tongue found my clit, teasing the hidden bud, swirling around and around it and running up and down either side but never quite lashing it directly, as I craved. He kept me on the edge while he plunged two thick fingers into me, twisting them as they speared deep. I was gasping and panting, my ass grinding against the leather seat, my hips bucking.
His fingers and tongue took me to the very edge and then, just as my climax was swollen and ready to explode, he drew his fingers from me and pushed them at my panting lips. I opened instinctively, staring up at him as he brushed them over my tongue. “I am going to do such things to you,” he whispered in Russian. “If you are my salvation, then I will be your corruptor.”
I tried to remember to frown at him as if confused. Inside I could feel my coming orgasm expand and stretch at his words. Corrupted.#p#分页标题#e#
I watched as he unfastened his belt and rammed down his pants. His cock sprang into view, hard and ready and intimidatingly thick.