Kirill lowered his hands, slowly sliding them along my back. His palms firmly gripped my hips and lifted me off the floor. I squealed in surprise. The Alpha seated me on the desk and positioned himself between my spread legs. Only now did I truly regret choosing a knitted dress for the evening. A rough hand slid along the inside of my thigh and stopped just an inch from its destination, intensifying the tension.
“Kirill, don’t,” I whimpered fearfully.
“And what effect were you expecting?”
I bit my lip and stayed silent. How foolish. What had I been counting on, really? But this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen—and not here.
A gentle, careful touch brushed my lips, parting them slightly. His hot tongue moved slowly, tracing their shape. The pressure increased with every second. My p
