“I don’t give a fuck about the money and I already have my cufflinks back.”
“You don’t? Wait, you do? How?”
“Keep the money. I don’t want it.”
This made little sense. He wasn’t here about the money? He wasn’t here to murder me? “If you don’t want the money and you have your cufflinks, then what do you want?”
Vaska’s lips lifted in a slow smile. “You.”
The one word hit my gut like a lightning bolt, sending blistering heat from my core to my toes. I had to force myself to remember he was not the type of man to be trusted. I was nothing but a conquest. He’d have his fill before the week was over, leaving me feeling used and brokenhearted.
My chin jutted out. “I’d rather just give you back the money.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Then I guess it is a good thing I don’t plan on asking your permission.”
My eyes widened. He took a step forward, and I stumbled back, lifting the knife higher. “Stay away from me.”
His dark gaze hardened. “No.”
“This is crazy. You could have any woman you want. They probably fall into your bed. Go choose one of them. Why do you have to chase after me when I clearly don’t want to be with you?”
He raised his arm to rub his lower jaw with his right hand as his gaze slipped from my face down my body and back up, leaving a trail of warmth on my skin as if he had physically touched me.
Keeping his gaze trained on me, he unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, exposing tanned skin with thin swirls of dark hair.
“What… what are you doing? Stop that!” I ordered.
He pulled his shirt from his jeans and finished unbuttoning it. Helpless to resist, my gaze traveled over his heavily muscled and tattooed chest to his flat abdomen. His jeans rode low, showing off the sharp edges of his hipbones. I swallowed.
He took a step forward. I jerked my head up as I lifted the knife high again, having lowered my arms while distracted by the arrogant display of raw sexuality in front of me. Vaska chuckled as he lowered his head to flick open the button over his jeans zipper, before once again piercing me with his dark hooded gaze. The swollen outline of his hard shaft was evident against his inner thigh. My mouth fell open.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way, baby girl, but either way that sweet pussy of yours is getting fucked tonight.”
I gasped.
He stepped forward. I tried to step back, but the cold rounded edge of a stainless steel countertop prevented me. I waved the knife at him. “I mean it, Vaska. Stay back.”
“No.”
He stepped forward again. He was now only a few inches from the sharp tip of the knife.
“This is insane. The owner or staff could be back at any minute.”
He smirked. “No, they won’t, not with what I just paid them to convince them to stay away.”
I inhaled a shaky breath. “Fine. A customer then.”
“The door’s locked.”
My hands shook. “Stop having an answer for everything!”
He shifted forward. The knife point rested against his skin. “The only thing that will stop me from claiming you is if you kill me. Drive it in deep, krasotka. You’ll need to use enough force to thrust past the bone and sinew to hit my heart.”
I hesitated.
With a growl, he knocked the knife out of my hand and snatched me to him. Driving his hand into my hair at the nape of my neck, he forced my head back to claim my mouth. His tongue thrust past my lips, giving no quarter as his other hand palmed my breast. His embrace was warm and strong as he lifted me high, placing me on the counter. His hands cupped my knees and pushed my legs open so he could step between my thighs. His mouth ruthlessly fell on mine again as his hands pulled on the off-the-shoulder top of my dress. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so the movement exposed my breasts. He latched on to my right nipple, pulling and sucking hard, sending shockwaves up my spine. With a hand in the center of my chest, he pushed me to lie back along the counter. He then grabbed my hips and pulled me forward till my ass was on the edge of the counter and my legs were draped over his shoulders. Flipping up my dress skirt, he stroked my pussy through the thin cotton of my panties.
“I’m flying you to Paris and buying you an entire wardrobe of lingerie. From now on, I only want to see the finest silk covering this pussy.”
He slipped his fingers into the hem and tore the cheap cotton off me. I cried out as I fisted the fabric of my dress skirt.
He lowered his head and slowly ran his tongue up along the seam of my pussy.
I closed my eyes and groaned.
“Eyes on me, beautiful,” he commanded, and I obeyed.
I watched the erotic sight of his head once more lowering between my thighs to lick and taunt each sensitive nerve. Swiping two fingers from my clit to my entrance, he used my arousal to push inside of me. I groaned as my hips lifted off the counter. I was still sore from this morning, but that didn’t stop the wave of pleasure at his touch. He pushed a third finger inside of me as his tongue flicked and swirled around my clit, till I was screaming his name as I climaxed.
His firm hand reached under my now pliant body and pulled me up to a sitting position. Leaving his hand on my lower back, he reached above us to a small shelf where there was a silver canister with a white nozzle and handle. I had been a server enough times to know it dispensed whipped cream.
Holding the canister up, he ordered, “Open your mouth.”
As my lips opened, he pressed the handle, sending a swirl of sweet, fluffy whipped cream onto my tongue. I started to close my mouth, but he stopped me. “No, leave your mouth open. I want to watch the cream melt onto your tongue while I fuck you.”
He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. Once more, I was struck with a shiver of trepidation over its size and girth. Fisting its length, he stepped forward to position himself near my entrance.
I swallowed the whipped cream and placed restraining hands on his shoulders. “Wait. A condom.”
His eyes narrowed. “I don’t have one. I left them at your place.”
I remembered the small pile he had tossed onto my bed, obviously planning ahead for later tonight.
I shook my head. “You can’t.”
He leaned in to kiss the side of my neck before whispering in my ear, “Not an option, baby. Don’t worry, I’m clean and I know you are too. I also know you’re on birth control.”
I shifted back. It was true, but how would he know?
At my questioning look, he smiled. “Money buys a lot of things.”
Apparently access to my college medical center records was one of them.
“But…”
He lifted the canister and sprayed more whipped cream into my mouth, preventing further objections. At the same moment, he grasped my hip with his free hand and thrust in deep, straight to the base of his cock.
My eyes widened. Oh, God.
He thrust as I clung to his shoulders. “Keep that mouth open, baby. I want to see the cream on your tongue.”
The sweet cream dripped down the back of my throat as he thrust harder and harder, rocking my hips back and forth. My body stretched to accept him. I had never felt so filled or overwhelmed in my life.
He sprayed more whipped cream into my mouth, then leaned over to lick a small dollop from the corner of my mouth.