I flush at his words. I’m so terrible at the dirty talk stuff myself, but it turns me on.
“Then I’ll rub it in all over your pretty pink skin.”
I watch as he moves his fist, his eyes are on me, and mine flicker between his face and his hand on his cock. I want to see it all. I’m so greedy for him.
He’s wearing a t-shirt, and the sleeves are cut high and tight around his thick biceps. With each stroke they bulge, and I want to bite him there. Then I want to lick and suck his cock, but instead I watch as he puts on a one-man porn show just for me.
“One day, I’m going to tie you up, using every tie I have. I’ll make good and sure your legs are spread wide, and then I’m going to smack your pretty pussy with that riding crop, so gently it will drive you fucking crazy. I won’t stop until you’re humping the leather and coming all over it.”
Oh. My. God.
“And you. Will. Crawl. For me.” His hips move faster now, fucking into his fist. “Not to make you lesser, but because I’ve got a fantasy of you in a short flippy skirt and no knickers, crawling in front of me, and one day we’re doing that.”
I’m on board with it!
“Yes, I’ll do that,” I say. “I’ll crawl to you and suck your cock.” It’s kind of freeing saying it. I’d never have said something like this with Tim because I’d have been afraid deep down that he’d judge me. I don’t think Konstantin would ever judge me for my desires.
“Fuck, Cassie,” he grunts, and aims his cock at my pussy as he comes all over it. He bathes me in his cum and then rubs it in, just like he said he would.
He looks at his handiwork with primal satisfaction etched all over his harsh features, and I could come again simply from that masculine look on his face.
He flops on the bed next to me and puts an arm around me, taking care to avoid my wound. He kisses my neck and nuzzles me there.
“Now we’ve taken the edge off, how about you tell me what’s going on?” I turn to look at him.
He studies me for a long beat. “It’s not all sorted yet, and there’s a lot of things to finalize. But I’m making it so we can be together. I’m making it so you can be with me without being scared you’re going to be a target. If that’s what you want?”
He looks at me, and I see the uncertainty etched in his features. How can he not know?
“It’s what I want more than anything in the world,” I say. “Do you mean you’re leaving this world behind?”
“I think I might be,” he says.
This is huge. Monumental.
“Won’t you miss it?”
He kisses my jaw and then runs three fingers over my face, as if mapping it. “If you leave something behind, it doesn’t hurt if you’ve got something brighter to move toward. I’ve got you to move toward.”
I snuggle deeper into his embrace. “I don’t want you to miss it and blame me,” I say in a small voice. “You told me once you were a soldier, and you’d always be one.”
“I’m going to continue to be one.” He kisses me again. “You ever been to Corfu?”
“No,” I say, confused by the change in subject. “I’ve always wanted to go. All the Greek islands really. I’ve read Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, and it made me want to go to Greece.”
“Of course you have,” he says with a smile.
“Yes, but … Corfu.” I get him back on track.
“Andrius lives there. So do some of the world’s most powerful and wealthy people, and many others play there for a few months each summer.”
“Really?” I had no idea. I suppose I thought of Corfu as a holiday destination for Brits wanting to get drunk for two weeks.
“Yes. The north of the island is very different to the rest of it. Millionaires’ paradise. Royalty. Bankers. Oligarchs like me.” He grins. “They all go there, and most of them have security, but not the sort of security they probably need. Andrius, he got out of the game, but the game put him back into play whether he wanted it or not. He’s had an idea. A legal and legitimate venture. He wants us to open the