Stepan enters the kitchen five minutes after I called him. He looks down at one of my father’s lackeys and raises a questioning brow. It’s not his job to question me, so I ignore his unspoken request and tell him to take care of it.
Leaving him to it, I make my way to my office. I was rash and foolish to take Irina like that in the open, but seeing her flushed from sleep and knowing my scent would be lingering on her skin from last night was too tempting. There were so many things I wanted to do to her I didn’t get time for last night, my urges overtook me, and for once, I let them.
I slip behind my desk and bring up the camera monitors for the kitchen. I rewind the feed and delete the recorded indiscretion. Problem solved.
Sighing, I lean back in the chair and relish her flavor still lingering on my lips. She consumes me. Now that I’ve tasted her, I don’t think I can ever stop.
She’s mine.
And that’s not changing any time soon.
Diana knocks on the office door, but before she can enter, she is shoved aside as Vika waltzes in.
“Diana’s servant is going to drive us,” she whips out, checking her nails. “Does Father know you’re already making me pick out my dress?” Her snide tone makes me want to laugh, but I don’t.
“Father doesn’t care, Vika,” I tell her, emotionless. Bored even. I’m already so goddamn bored with her. “Why should he?”
She spits more venom before turning on her heel. “Ya nenaviju tebya.” I hate you.
“He’s not a servant,” Diana informs her as she passes.
“What?” Vika snaps.
“Anton,” Diana says coolly. “He’s a bodyguard, not a servant.”
Rolling her eyes, Vika flees the room, leaving Diana and I alone.
Diana walks toward me and stops next to a picture of Viktor and I. It’s the same one Irina was playing with when she was in here. She picks it up and studies it. “With Viktor’s death, I thought you’d have gotten closer, but you appear to be at odds with your sister.”
I stand and round the table, taking the picture from her hand and placing it down. “Vika has always had her own agenda. She doesn’t care about Viktor.”
Her brows furl as she places a hand over my heart. “You speak of him like he’s still here.”
“I still feel him here,” I tell her honestly.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have allowed him to enter The Games,” she adds brazenly.
I study her features for a moment. This woman is supposed to be my wife soon. Irritation bubbles up inside me. Sometimes I wonder if Diana and I are too similar to be properly matched. One day, her tendency to question my authority will rub me the wrong way and it won’t end pretty.
“Are you saying I didn’t value my brother’s life like you do Irina’s?” I attempt to keep my voice steady, but anger causes it to shake slightly. She is walking on thin ice. Viktor is a trigger for my less calm side.
She drops her hand and shrugs a shoulder. “I’m just saying I would have never risked Irina like that.”
“You know our life,” I spit out. “Viktor lived to enter The Games. He wanted to prove himself to my father.”
“Well, it didn’t work,” she says with a huff. “Did it?”
Anger coils my nerves. How dare she speak of things she doesn’t understand?
“Shagay ostorojno, Diana.” Tread carefully, Diana.
Her lips purse and she gives me a slight nod. She knows she’s pushed as far as she can for one day. I’m seconds from snapping. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” she says, her voice all business as she changes the subject. “Irina is taking a nap. She’s exhausted for some reason. Please make sure she eats some dinner.”
“I will.”
She stands on her tiptoes and plants a chaste kiss to my cheek. “Vlad.” With that, she walks toward the door.
“Safe travels,” I call out to her retreating form. She doesn’t say another word as she leaves.
I take a seat back at my desk and smile at the idea of sweet little Irina needing to nap. Smooth, creamy skin on display. A soft pout on her supple lips as she sleeps. Gorgeous blonde hair in disarray. My cock is getting hard just thinking about pulling away her covers to view the delectable woman who would no doubt be hiding beneath.
All warmth is sucked from the room as a chill rattles down my spine. My back straightens when my father enters my office. He hardly ever comes here. If he wants me, he summons me, and like the loyal son I am, I obey.
“Otets?” It comes out as a question more than a greeting. I start to stand, but he holds his hand up to stop me.
“Sit,” he orders. He pours himself a drink from the canter I keep on my desk. Taking his time to get to the point is another of Father’s favorite games. To keep people on edge and waiting. But knowing this already, I simply wait him out. Two can play at his game. He’s no longer the ruler in my world, despite what he may think.
“Ruslan’s birthday is next month,” he says finally. “Let’s throw him a party and announce the marriage date. I want this marriage settled right away.”
Perfect. The sooner the better.
“Sounds like a great idea,” I concur. His shoulders are squared as he sips his vodka—a new brand, compliments of my fiancée. Evidently, Father is not done speaking.
“I want Darya brought into the main house and given living quarters.” His amber eyes narrow as he pins me with a hard stare, daring me to disagree.
I bite back a smirk and lean forward, clasping my hands together in front of me on the desk. “Oh?”
He’s never taken an interest in one of his fuck toys.
As if appearing to ponder this choice, he frowns for a moment before settling with a slight nod. He downs the contents of his glass and sets it down loudly. “She reminds me of your mother. I think I’ll keep her around for a month or two.”
My heart picks up speed at the mention of my mother. He never talks of her. She left when I was young, and we’ve never seen her since. Father won’t even keep pictures of her around. She scorned him, created an animal in her wake. He’s brutal with women, never to keep one around for long, and to have a whore brought into the main house is unheard of. For any of us. But that doesn’t mean I’ll be the one to tell dear old Dad no. If anything, it reveals a weakness—a weakness I’ll enjoy poking and prodding simply to see the effects of it.
“I’ll have it seen to,” I assure him, though it wasn’t a request.
“The youngest Volkov girl?” he asks, and a fire ignites within me.
It takes everything in me not to scowl at the mention of her on his vile tongue. “Irina? What of her?”
He eyes me, studying my features for a moment. I know what he’s doing. He’s been doing it since I was old enough to speak. Father watches for small tells and then flays you apart with his tongue and his vicious words. He won’t find any tells written on my features, though. He schooled me in aloofness many years ago. I learned from the best.
“I’m thinking she may have been a better match for you,” he utters, his brows wrinkling together as he considers his words.
What?
An unusual sensation flourishes within me.
Hope?
Goddammit, what sort of game is he playing?
He continues without me forming a response. “Diana is a beautiful girl, but too headstrong. She will need to be reined in, Vlad. Bring her to her knees and show her women may have run the show in the Volkov household, but she will be a Vasiliev soon and we breed men. She will breed sons for you, not run a business she thinks she will still own once that wedding ring is on her finger.”
“She will know her place, Father,” I all but growl out. “Don’t you worry about these things. I am my father’s son, after all.” I flash him a dark look.
He grins over at me and runs a hand over his smooth jaw. “Ven appears smitten with the Volkov women. I think Leonid would encourage that coupling.”
Thud.
My hands clench, the veins in my arms ready to burst open and paint my desk red. “Irina has forsaken her father,” I say calmly. “I doubt she cares what he wants.” I sit back, playing indifferent despite the raging anger inside me.
“This is the problem when you raise women to think for themselves,” he snarls. He drums his fingers on the arm of the chair. “Maybe this can work in our favor.”
“How so?”
I wish he would shut the hell up.
Irina is mine.
Fucking mine.
“We can push her in the direction of who would serve our interests.” He’s cunning. It’s where Vika gets her sly ways.
“Diana won’t allow us to decide her sister’s fate,” I inform him. I won’t allow him to send her over to the goddamn vultures.
His face screws up into a sneer. “Diana will do what the hell she’s told,” he snaps. “You’ll set her straight, Vlad, or I’ll do it for you.” With that, he leans forward like Hades himself looking down on his subjects. “Irina is perfect dick bait for some foolish man. We will use her to trap a Voskoboynikov, perhaps.” He smirks, rising to his feet. “For now, let’s get Vika married to a Vetrov and be done with her moping around my office hoping I’ll change my mind.”
He’s insane if he thinks I’ll allow Ven or a Voskoboynikov to get anywhere near my sweet Irina.
“Maybe Irina will consider my suggestion for her to enter The Games. A Volkov heir has not proven themselves in The Games yet, and Leonid has expressed interest on investing more money and getting his name into the inner circle. Let him prove his commitment.”
“There’s a son for that now,” I remind him.
He snorts. “There’s no honor in that diluted blood. He’s a maid’s son. The only honor he brings is dishonor.” With that, he leaves me alone to ponder everything he just laid on me.
The need to claim Irina burns through my groin. The moment Father is far from my office, I race up the stairs, two at a time, and discover her door is open and she’s lying asleep on the bed for anyone to see.
I prowl into the room and slam the door closed behind me. She startles awake and her eyes expand. Just like I envisioned, her blonde hair is messy, and her lips swollen. Her fist rubs at her eyes as she squints at me. “Vlad, what is it?”
“Take off your clothes,” I demand, my tone low and deadly.
She pulls the covers up to her chest, biting on that succulent fat bottom lip, and shakes her head no. “Diana is going to look at wedding dresses, Vlad. I can’t do this again. It’s wrong.”
I stalk toward her, loosening my tie and slipping my jacket from my shoulders along the way. I sling my jacket on the chair I slept in last night. She watches my every move with wide, glimmering blue eyes. I love her stare on me. I want every part of her on me. Reaching out, I snag the covers, jerk them away from her body, and toss them on the floor behind me. She rushes away on all fours, scurrying across the bed like a frightened animal trying to escape a predator.
There is no escape.
I will always capture her.
Grasping her ankle, I tug her backwards, forcing her to collapse to her stomach. I wrap the tie around her ankle and shackle her to the bedpost.
“Vlad, release me,” she demands, and it brings a smile to my lips.
“No.”
“I’ll scream,” she threatens.
“I hope so,” I tease.
Ripping at her clothes, I tear them from her body. She squeals and fights me, trying to cover herself, but it’s futile. She’s still pantiless from earlier. I forgot I’d stuffed them in my slacks’ pocket. I pull them free and hold them between my teeth while I rip my shirt open and drop it to the floor along with my slacks.
Her body is trembling all over and the wet arousal shows on the inner thighs. She’s desperate, just like me. I creep my way over her body and rest my cock between her ass cheeks. My chest brushes against her back and I keep myself from crushing her with my elbows.
“I can’t do this.” Her voice is soft and lacks conviction as she peers shyly over her shoulder at me.
“Then don’t.”
Her ass clenches. She’s just as hungry for me as I am her. Sweet Irina doesn’t want to be bad, but her body didn’t get the memo.
“Vlad…” It’s a breathy moan as I grind into her ass, spreading her cheeks and resting my cock against her forbidden places.
“If I tell you no and mean it, will you listen?” she asks, but her voice is shaking with need.
“Of course,” I lie.
“Then n—” Before she can finish, I stuff her own underwear in her mouth, cutting her off and sending a ripple of pleasure through my own body. She mumbles through the fabric and reaches for them, so I grasp her hands and straddle her, pinning them behind her, resting just above the dimples on her lower back.
“Shhh,” I whisper, nibbling her earlobe, then kissing down her shoulder. My lips find their way to her spine. Her body relaxes beneath my lips and I smile knowing I’ve won. I loosen her hands and bite her ass cheek as I pass it. Forcing her to her knees, I admire her cute ass and pink cunt that’s now on display. I use my finger to swipe down her center. She’s sopping wet and moans under my touch. Her ass wriggles and squirms, and I can’t stand it any longer.
I need to be inside her.
Owning her.
I dip a finger inside, then another, stretching her walls. I slip them out and into my mouth. Her arousal is potent and delicious as it washes over my tongue. I pull her hips toward the end of the mattress and line my cock up to her entrance.
“I know you want this,” I murmur, my tip teasing her wet slit. “You won’t admit it, but your body tells me everything I need to know.”
I enter her, brutal and fast. She groans around the panties as her body rocks against mine, equally desperate for the connection. I buck my hips into her, my skin slapping hers. Her cunt strangles me, begging for more.
I’ll give her more.
I’ll give her everything.
I squeeze her ass cheek with my hand hard enough to bruise her before pulling it to the side, baring her to me. My thumb strokes against her asshole and I press it past the tight ring just so.
I want her in every possible way.
Ass.
Mouth.
Everything.
Mine.
I slide out of her and relish her whine. Leaning forward, I lick up her ass crease, plundering the tight little hole with my tongue. Her body hums and vibrates as pleasure washes through her. I taste her until she’s quivering, just on the edge of bliss.
Goddamn, I can’t get enough of her.
I untie her ankle and flip her over. A perfect flush of red is painted all over her skin. Her blazing blue eyes meet mine. Reaching forward, I tug her panties from her mouth and toss them away. She bites on her lip and gives me such a needy look, I have the urge to spill my seed.
She’s so damn beautiful.
“Put my cock in your mouth, my little sun,” I murmur, my fingers running along her naked flesh.
I expect her to be apprehensive or remind me how she’s not going to do such things with me, but she surprises me. Sweet little Irina is always surprising me. She sits up on her knees, baring her perky tits to me. Her petite hand curls around my girth, squeezing the base and exploring with her eyes.
“Will it choke me?” she asks, curious and innocent. Her eyes are wide and questioning.
“I hope so.” I smirk, tipping her jaw open with the pads of my fingers. I wrap the tie around her neck and slowly feed my cock into her mouth. She’s cautious and timid at first, but I give her an encouraging push with one of my hands tangled in her hair and the other tugging on the tie to tighten it.
She gags a few times, but slurps and sucks like it’s a melting ice cream and she’s dehydrating. The tip hits the back of her throat and I nearly come.
“You taste so good,” she moans, slipping me out and back in.
“I taste of you, dirty girl,” I tease, feeling lightheaded and ready to explode.
This girl rocks the entire foundation I’ve built and stand upon. She makes me lose focus on the world below me because I’m too busy staring straight into the sun. Irina blinds me. Weakens me. Destroys me with her sweetness. And I can’t look away. I willingly allow her to ruin every single thing about me.
I’m no longer Vlad, the great Russian mobster who plays the game better than anyone.
I’m hers.
I pull on the tie and feel her throat pinch, squeezing my cock. Her nails dig into my ass cheeks, and I buck into her mouth. Tears build and fall from her eyes, but this magnificent girl doesn’t stop. I know she can’t breathe. My cock is pushing down her throat, depriving her of air, yet she powers on.
Strong and resilient.
My Shadow, a fiery sun.
Pressure builds in my gut and heat explodes up my spine as my cock throbs. Cum spurts down her throat and fills her stomach. Diana asked me to feed her, and I obliged.
When my cock stops twitching, I slip myself out of her mouth. She gasps for air and tears at the tie to loosen it. She’s wheezing and sputtering a little, but then looks up at me with lust and devotion.
“You tasted so good.” She licks her lips, and my legs nearly buckle. I’ve never seen anything so goddamn hot in my life.
Is she even real?
I reach down and yank her to her feet. Cradling her throat, I run kisses along her cheek to her ear.
“Let’s shower and get cleaned up. I’m going to need more of you—and soon,” I admit, my voice dark and threatening. “You’re not leaving this room tonight.”
I’m not done with her.
Not by a long shot.
We have all night.
Heat encompasses me, and I wake with a start. I haven’t slept so good in years. The supple planes of Irina’s body are molded to my side, her hair fanned out across my chest. My heart thumps quickly in its cage, and I don’t care to free it. Not as long as she’s its master.
This is what contentment must feel like.
Warm and comforting.
Lazily gliding through your veins and every nerve ending.
Perfection.
I wish we didn’t ever have to leave this room. But we do. Dawn is creeping over the horizon and Diana will return soon. A yawn sounds from Irina as she stretches out her spent body. She’s covered in bruises and bite marks. All of which has pride and masculine possessiveness over her surging through me. Of course, they will have to be hidden from her sister. I shouldn’t have marked her skin, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to be on her flesh, inside her body, and existing in the very fabric of her being.
I can’t let anyone else have her, no matter what Father says.
She’s mine.
I’ve never been more sure of something than I am of this. Fate brought her here, and she will never be far from me. When I’m searching through the dark days, she will light the way and bring me home to her.
We belong together.
I’ll do my duty and marry Diana, but the selfish man I am will keep Irina too.
Locked away in my tower like Rapunzel. She will let down her hair for me to climb whenever I choose. And I’ll give her a happy ending each time with my tongue.
“You’re obsessed with leaving bruises on me,” Irina murmurs as she peers into the mirror of my office wall and runs her finger along my newest mark just below her ear.
I lean back in my leather chair and it squeaks. It should annoy me that she waltzes in here any time she wants, but it doesn’t. I’m knee-deep in V Games preparation, as well as all the other deeds I’m always responsible for, but I welcome the distraction.
“I think you like them,” I taunt.
She glances over her shoulder and bats her lashes at me. “The colors are pretty.”
My dick twitches in my slacks. Five minutes ago, I was stressed over the eldest Egorov, a Second Families miscreant who was recently being investigated by the Russian authorities. I’m good at keeping my shit under the radar, but, of all the families, I trust the Egorovs the least when it comes to not blabbing First and Second Families’ business. The last thing I need are the authorities up my ass.
But now?
All I can think of is gifting sweet Irina more colorful marks for her to admire.
“Did you wear that dress all for me?” I ask as I tug at the knot of my tie. The room has warmed several degrees now that she’s in here. We’ve been careful to keep our intimate times hidden from others ever since the time we were caught in the kitchen and I had to handle it. I can’t afford for any mishaps like that to happen again. Father isn’t stupid, and I certainly don’t need him sniffing around me right now.
“This old thing?” she teases as she sashays forward. Today she’s wearing a black sweater dress that hits above the knee and black leather boots that stop just below the knee. That small view of her knees is enough to drive me mad with the need to turn them bright red with carpet burn.
“Close the door,” I bark, my voice husky and rough.
She arches a golden brow and laughs. Goddamn, she’s my walking fantasy. Her smiles and laughter are my drug. That body of hers is my sustenance. I crave her with everything in me. “Are we having another meeting?” she sasses.
Meetings.
That’s what we tell everyone.
We’re having a meeting about the women in the basement. Often, we discuss them and their progress, but mostly, it’s an opportunity for me to get her naked and screaming in pleasure.
“Yes,” I growl. “Meeting. Now. My desk.”
She walks over to my office door and closes it. Her slender fingers flick the lock before she turns back to me. I love what a seductress she is without even trying. So many women have to work for it and sweet Irina was born with it.
“What’s the meeting about?” she questions, her eyes flickering with lust.
“Dress code.”
She throws her head back and giggles, the sound filling the air around me. My chest expands, and I smile at her.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I complain as I rub at my erection through my slacks.
Her icy blue eyes track my movement and her plump lips painted blood red part. She twists her earring nervously before letting out a sigh. “Fine.”
I chuckle and motion with my free hand. “We’re waiting.”
“We?”
I grab my cock and squeeze. “We.”
She rolls her eyes, the nerves leaving her, and begins inching her dress up her thighs. I drink in the creamy flesh as it’s revealed until her black silky panties come into view. The material continues to rise slowly, as if she enjoys the art of torture on the side, and her stomach shows. Trim and smooth, but bearing recent hickeys I gifted to her. My cock jolts in my grip.
We like seeing those marks a whole damn lot.
The dress gets tossed away and my gaze falls to her tits spilling out of her black bra. Irina has the kind of breasts that fit perfectly in the palm of your hand. But this voodoo bra of hers has them looking twice as big. More cleavage. Hot as fuck.
“Leave all that sexy shit on and come here. Boots stay on too,” I growl, motioning to the top of my desk in front of me.
She prances my way, comfortable in her own skin. I’d like to think it has something to do with me. When you worship a woman’s body, she soon begins to love it too. It shows in her confidence. My sun is finding her way out of the shadows one step at a time.
“I overheard Rada the other day talking to another maid,” she murmurs as she sits down in front of me. She lifts her legs, resting both feet on my knees.
“And?”
“She says some women are into choking.”
My blood runs cold. “And?”
Irina bites on her bottom lip and her neck turns red. “She told the other girl she’s most definitely not into it anymore, but…” she trails off. “I was thinking…”
Don’t tempt me, beautiful fucking girl.
Her lashes blink innocently. “Since you like bruises and all…”
“Say it,” I bark.
“Maybe you could choke me.” Her nostrils flare, but she doesn’t cower from her words.
I let out a heavy sigh. “Once you open that door, you can’t shut it.”
Her brows furl. “I want to open all the doors with you. You started this,” she snips. With the toe of her boot, she nudges my hand away from my cock and presses against me. “So finish it, Vasiliev.”
With a growl, I push her knees apart and rise. Her eyes widen at my quick movements, but she doesn’t pull away when I grip her throat, gently at first. “Touch your pussy through your panties. Get yourself nice and wet, my sun.”
She smiles at me as she rubs against herself with her fingers. And I revel in the way her eyes flutter closed.
Trust.
This sweet young thing trusts me.
An angel giving a devil her wings for safekeeping.
Closing in on her, I inhale her delicious scent. I can smell strawberries from breakfast still on her lips. With a squeeze, I let her feel the power of my grip as I kiss her softly. She half rasps, half moans as her tongue seeks out mine. I kiss her at an unrushed pace as I increase the pressure on my hold. When I hear her sucking air, I pull away.
“You’re not scared,” I observe as I study her features. Her face has turned bright red and I know if I keep at it, blue will eventually take over as the dominating color. If only she could see the brilliant colors on her face. My sweet Irina would want to paint them. “Watching you gasp for air makes my dick really hard,” I admit. “I want to choke you until you pass out only to revive you and do it all over again. Does that frighten you, little Volkov?”
Her eyes flare with strength. I have my answer.
“You truly are perfect,” I mutter aloud. I tighten my grasp, and she struggles to keep up the pace as she touches herself. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you out.”
I fumble with my slacks, but soon, I free my cock. I slap at her hand rubbing at her cunt with my rock-hard erection until she pulls it away.
“Let me inside,” I order.
She tries to shake her head no, and I can’t help the smile that graces my lips.
“I wasn’t asking,” I warn, tightening my grip.
She grabs her soaked, silky panties and pulls them over her pretty pink cunt to hide her delights from me.
I take a hand away from her throat, but keep the pressure with the one hand. I bat her away from her panties, clutch them in my fist, and tug them until they rip.
Her eyes blaze and I inch inside her until I’m fully seated. The moan that tries to escape her throat is muffled below my grip. I’ve choked enough women to know just how hard to squeeze without crushing their windpipe. You give them just a sliver of air. Enough to remain coherent but not comfortable. Enough to keep a little fear running through their veins along with the excitement.
Brave Irina stares at me with such trust and desire. She believes I will take care of her and not truly hurt her. I reach between us and finger her clit as I begin thrusting into her tight cunt. My hand compresses tighter. I know I’ve struck a nerve when she clenches around me. Her legs on either side of me begin to tremble.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
Purple.
So purple.
I thought I preferred blue, but that was because I didn’t have this. This was the color I was striving for. The same color as the darkest shade on many of the sunsets she paints. I’ll tell her this later so she can appreciate the color as well.
My mouth crushes against hers in a kiss. Her movements are slow and sluggish, already weakened by my death grip on her. I could keep her in this hold, and eventually, she’d pass out. I nearly come at the thought and slam into her so hard, the desk jolts forward.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her open mouth. I bite at her tongue and pull it out with my teeth, relishing in how dry it already is. Her fat lips are blood red. One day, I’ll get her like this right after a shower and under the bright bathroom lights so I can watch her lips turn colors. When I suck her lip into my mouth, her cunt clenches around me again. I’m unravelling. Close. So close. But I want her to lose her mind first. We’ll go crazy together.
Her hands lift and I imagine she’ll swat me away. Instead, her fingers thread into my slicked back hair and she tangles her fingers in it, messing it up. With surprising strength, she pulls me back to her mouth, desperate for another suffocating kiss. I mold my mouth to hers and kiss her hard, without letting up for a second. Her body trembles and her head lolls back, breaking our connection.
I pound into her, intensifying my efforts on her clit, admiring her perfect purple face.
“Irina!” I bark, jerking her from her daze.
She blinks her eyes open—eyes now turning bloodshot—and stares straight into my motherfucking soul. I let her in. Goddammit, do I ever let her in. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes, and she violently shudders before me. Her cunt clenches hard around my cock and her juices become thicker as she gives into a silent, yet powerful orgasm.
“My beautiful girl,” I hiss as I come. My heat explodes out of me, coating her insides. As soon as her trembling slows, I release her throat and pull her against my chest. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her with me as I sit down in my chair. “Look how perfect you are,” I whisper as I kiss her full tits and collarbone.
Her fingers slide back into my hair and tighten. She yanks until I’m looking up at her. My cum leaks out of her, soaking my slacks, but I don’t even care. What we just did was so fucking hot, I want to do it more. A whole lot more.
“I liked that,” she rasps, her voice barely audible. A smile tugs at her swollen lips.
Leaning forward, I nip at her chin. “You like being choked?”
Her eyes shine with adoration. “I like the look you give me when you choke me.”
“And what look is that?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “I’ll have to show you one day. I’ll paint it.”
“Make sure you add one of those purple sunsets behind me,” I say with a grin.
“I would consider that an odd request, but since I just told you I wanted to paint your face while you’re choking me, I suppose it’s not so odd in the grand scheme of things.”
I hug her to me and stroke her hair. “Not odd at—”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“We’re having a meeting!” we both yell out in unison.