He brightened. “Tomorrow afternoon, then. It’s a date.”
Date? That wasn’t what I’d meant, and I didn’t want to get his hopes up. But all eyes were on us, so I decided to let it go for now.
With a last wave at everyone, I made my way out of the dining room. I took my time strolling back to my suite, pausing to regard the collection of paintings in the upstairs hall, wishing Sevastyan would come to me.
And then he did. Striding down the hallway, looking every inch a mafiya enforcer. Expression murderous.
Which for him could be literal.
Chapter 15
As Sevastyan prowled closer, I backed up a step, then another.
He grabbed my upper arm, dragging me down the hall. In a deceptively soft voice, he asked, “Did you enjoy playing with me?” He opened a side door, shoved me inside, then closed it behind us. I smelled fresh laundry and brass polish.
A maid’s closet?
And it was in a tsar’s residence? I could only imagine how many secret trysts had been carried out over the years within these four walls.
He flipped on a muted light, backing me farther inside. “You left me hard and aching, then planned a f**king assignation with Filip in front of me?” When my ass met a linen shelf, he clamped a hand on either side of my h*ps to cage me in, filling my head with his seductive scent. “Are we so interchangeable? Filip and I?”
“I don’t like him that way.”
“Do you not?” Sevastyan’s voice was laced with rage. “You looked like you did at the beginning of dinner. When he was about to kiss you.”
“What does it matter to you? You blew me off, remember?”
“It matters when you decide to stroke my c*ck under the table till I’m nearly strangling with need. It matters when you were drinking me down less than twenty-four hours ago.” Without warning, he shoved my dress up over my hips.
I sucked in a breath.
He stared at my thong, then the black thigh-highs, fingering the lacy tops. “Who did you wear these for?”
I raised my chin. “You.”
“So you planned for us to be together? After I’d said no? Tonight you’ve enjoyed playing with fire. But will you accept the burn you’ve earned?”
“Pardon—”
The word was cut off with a gasp when he lifted me up on the shelf. “I’m going to show you what I felt.” He wedged himself between my thighs.
“What does that mean?”
He didn’t answer, just unzipped his slacks to drag the heavy length of his c*ck out. The crown was damp with arousal. My body went electric when his shaft strained toward my pu**y, as if hunting it on its own.
I’d loved on his dick with my mouth and taken his se**n on my tongue, wanted to again. “Let me kiss you like last night.” I tried to shimmy off the shelf, but he pinned me there, pressing that shaft directly against the silky front of my panties. Right against my swollen clitoris. I moaned when I perceived the heat of him, even through the damp material.
“Feel that,” he rasped. “Teasing me got you wet? You like goading me until I lose control?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
He rubbed my upper thighs with his callused palms, higher and higher. With his thumbs, he reached under my panties and pulled my lips past the sides of the crotch. “This is what I felt.” He thrust, as much as clothes-fucking me, with only silk between his c*ck and my clit.
I moaned low, my head falling back.
“No, you don’t,” he snapped, drawing my gaze. “You’re going to look at me like you did when you teased me, Natalya. Like you would die if I didn’t f**k you at that moment.” He gave a second thrust, making my body vibrate. “Your eyes were begging me to bend you over that table and plunge into your pu**y.” Another thrust. “Is that what you meant to tell me?”
“Yes!” I was going to come like this, was already on the verge. “I want it now.”