Beautiful Revenge (A Good Wife #1) - Sienna Blake Page 0,48
is fine to spit on your marriage. If only you’d chosen me.” I take another step towards her.
“I did choose you.” She takes a step towards me, her voice firm.
“You threw me away for money.” My hands turn to fists by my side.
Relax, Dimi. You won.
If I won, then why am I still so fucking angry?
Her eyes fill with pain, the sight stabbing me like splinters. “Dimi, I came back for you.”
“Strip,” I growl.
She doesn’t stop her attack, her voice camouflaged as soft pleading. “All those years ago. I realised that you were the only thing I needed and I came back. But you were gone.”
Liar. She’s just trying to mess with my mind.
“I said, strip.”
She stiffens, lifting her chin. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.” With trembling fingers she tugs the end of her robe. It falls apart, revealing her body wrapped in matching red lace lingerie.
Curse her. She is perfect.
She is more stunning than my wildest imaginings. Soft womanly curves. Flat stomach. Long lean legs. And that defiant look in her eyes, the fire burning hot inside her. My brain short-circuits. My dick swells to painful.
My plans, my mask, it all fades away. All I can see is her.
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Alena
I feel so exposed. So vulnerable. My half-naked body out on display for this hateful creature.
His gaze grows hungry as he drinks me in. He hasn’t even touched me, he’s just fucking me with his eyes. That’s all it takes for my nipples to harden to painful points. A hot ache ignites in my core. My panties grow damper. And I curse him.
Even as I despise him, my body still wants him. My heart still clings to the man he once was. My soul aches to be reunited with his.
He stalks right up to me, reminding me that he is the hunter and I am prey. I keep my chin up.
I walked in here hating that his blackmail has me serving myself to him on a platter. Within seconds he has my body crying out for him, wanting to lie across his lap and feed him whatever he desires. He has won, in more ways than one.
“God, Alena,” he whispers, “you are stunning.”
My skin is so sensitised that the touch of his breath on my cheeks makes me shudder.
His fingers trace my hairline softly, almost reverently. Then down my neck, my body shivering at his touch, before he pushes the robe off my shoulders. It flutters to the ground.
He chokes on a breath. His eyes roam over me, burning me with their intensity. Who is this man? Where is the Dimitri who wants to hurt me?
He lifts his eyes and they catch mine. “You want this.”
“No,” I say automatically.
He laughs softly, almost mockingly. “You may have been forced to come to me tonight, but nobody forced to you wear this lovely lingerie set underneath your robe. You did that for me.”
Bastard. My cheeks flame. “I don’t want—”
“Stop playing games, Alena.”
I suck in a breath as he reaches around me and unclips my bra, letting it fall to the floor. The cool air and his gaze hit my aching nipples.
He shoots me a smirk as if to say, your nipples are as hard as diamonds.
Okay, he’s proved his fucking point.
He’s not finished yet. He slips his fingers in the sides of my panties, teasing me, his touch sending flares of heat through me. He drops to his knees as he tugs my underwear down to my ankles, making me jolt in shock.
I am naked.
Standing here in front of Dimitri on his knees.
His hands grab onto my hips, making sure I can’t move. He laughs softly. “If you don’t want me, little lamb, then why are you so wet?”
My cheeks burn, my body burns, as he stares right at the evidence of my lust, slick between my legs. He leans in—holy shit, he has his nose in my bare pussy—and inhales, letting out a soft groan which shivers through my core. “You smell good enough to eat.”
When his tongue flicks against my clit, I jolt. A cry rips from me. He laughs again and it sounds like triumph. Before I can say a thing, he assaults me again with his mouth. Pleasure smashes through my body. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I let out a moan. He keeps licking. In five strokes he’s given me more pleasure than my husband has in five years. More, I want more.