vr
more entertai
or my chest, and for a moment, I thought about
me did hold a certain appeal,
m. It was the fact that she was willing to do it. A nice remi
ortlessly turned her arm sideways. She cried out-partly from surprise and partly from
o through with it, and while others would h
ned on by the threa
osition before, and it had cost me a hell of a lot in the end. I had let down my guard,
t that close, n
ave plans for her, then I would have snapped her neck and
ger and the need to break something myself. Poor Anatoly would take t
all. The handle reverberated as it buried itself against the plaster. "But allo
r, and I saw regret in her eyes t
to do next. I had wasted enough time here. There was a shitload of work left to d
ping back to give her room. Vera had worked her ass off all morning to
defying me. I wanted a reason to punish her. I wanted to peel that romper off
romper and slowly pulled it down over her breasts. Lust hit me hard and fast as h
lmost defiant that I was making her do so, and an
eling her clothing off her skin, I wasn't so sure. She was supposed to be a virgin,
a woman, and my thoughts went back to what Anatoly said. This wa
her breasts to her flat stomach and the vee in the middle of her thighs, barely covered with a scrap of lace the color of the ocean. For a moment
er, would be a
and nothing would stop me fro
ties off her and tasti
to be buried in her warmth. My mouth felt dry, and I licked my lips. Images of me press
meone this hard in
ck a dress and try it on," I growl
er. There were a variety of choices, from the raciest cut to a demurer look that would still look sinful on her body. Hell, I didn't care if
ing I was planning. She didn't like that I was flaunting her around, taking her innocence for my own gain. Like Anatoly, Vera was the only ot
s damning my soul to hel
op right above the dimples at her back. "What about
of her perfect pink lips. While I wanted certain people
pick." It would make every person at the wedding lust over her, but t
aught the shiny material. "I don't like it," she said right before she ripped t
wasn't done being a b
r dress. "I don't like this one eith
growled as she th
her dress. "Or maybe this one?" s
another fell to the ground. E
rip the final dress and pinned her against the
gize to Vera and her team for ruining their work." While I wasn't one to
ely una
nswered defiantly, lifting her
quit breathing as I pressed the cold blade against her throat, cl
softly, my voice barely a whisper. "But I
le disrespected those who were loyal to me. Loyalty and respect went hand
as I moved the knife down over her breast, careful not to pric
ere full, more than a handful that would spill over in my hand, but her nipples were high and proud and
etting my voice drop to a low octave that
one holding a knife to a very vulnerable part of he
ut I could make her pay for being a fucking brat. It would be what was expected, and if she we
n. "I'm sorry," she sa
ounded holl
d roughly, pulling the
head bowed. For a moment I watched her in the position of submis
What would it take to make her submit to me? Would there always be this wa
her, having her defy me, brought a certain level of interest to this re
olo
nce still burning in h
ology," I finally said.
en realization dawned in her eyes. She needed to learn a fucki
her clothing from her body. With a silent groan, I took it hot and heavy in my hand and stroked it from head to tip. I was
could make her beg for my cock if I wanted to, but I would save that for later,
e I thought she would, another notch of surprise o
he tip of my cock against her soft, silky lips. A savage surge of pleasure
d as I pulled her head closer and push