Page 22 of Devious Obsession
“I know, but you’re still not telling me the truth.”
“Artem!” I kick my legs out, which sends my leggings and panties flying. I’ve already lost my slide-on shoes somewhere along the way.
“Like I said, when you’re over my knee, you don’t use my name.”
I huff. “What am I supposed to call you then? Asshole?” I shouldn’t have added the last bit, but something inside me won’t be stopped.
He chuckles, but it’s dark and low and dangerous.
“When you’re bare-assed over my knee, being punished, being taken care of, you don’t use my name.” He trails his fingertips over the hot streaks on my ass. “You call me Daddy.”
“You have lost your mind.” I crane my neck, looking back at him.
His fixed expression cracks. “If I have it’s because you’ve broken it.”
Is he trying to be sweet while he has me bare-assed over his lap like some spoiled little girl who needs a spanking?
“Enough fighting, Elana. Tell me. Why did you come to Boston? Why the meeting tonight with Janis?” His hand rests on my throbbing ass.
“I wanted to make it right,” I finally say. “I wanted to make an introduction between Janis and Alexander. I just wanted to make things right.”
His shoulders drop, and he lowers his chin. “Your brothers told you they don’t blame you, they aren’t angry with you.”
“I know they did.”
“Tell me all of it. How did you contact him, what was your plan.”
“Can I get up now?” I start to push against the mattress, but he palms my ass, squeezing.
“No. You talk better like this. Did you ask Alexander or Ivan or Kaz if they wanted to meet with Janis? Have they talked about starting underground parties like the one you were at last week?”
“You were there.” I wasn’t crazy. My body is like an alarm, alerting when he’s around.
“You didn’t answer me.” He drags his fingernails across my sensitive skin. Heat radiates from under my skin straight up to my brain where it turns into a fog of desire.
“No, none of them ever talked about it.” I drop my forehead to the mattress, taking in a long breath as he makes another trail with his nails.
“You’re sweet this way, over my lap, your ass red from your punishment. Your eyes glassy with desire.” He slides his hand between my legs. “Your pussy soaked.”
“You shouldn’t say things like that.” I completely contradict myself by lifting my hips, giving him better access.
There’s a fire burning low, I need him to put it out before it consumes me.
“It’s the truth.” His finger glides easily through my folds, proving his point. “I will always tell you the truth.”
He eases a thick, long finger into me. I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to suppress the moan fighting to get out.
This is Artem. The head of my brothers’ security. They will kill him if they find out he’s touching me like this. It will be another betrayal from me.
“Do you want me to stop?” He shifts his hand, rolling my clit beneath another finger and sending thunderbolts of desire into my brain.
“No.” I breathe out the truth.
Logic says to stop him, to stop myself, but desire wins over. How can this be happening?
Years ago I’d hoped to find myself in his arms, but so much has happened since then. I resigned to the fact that it would not, could not happen.
But he’s here now. His fingers creating chaos, his words stoking an ember into a blaze.
