Fire and Silk

Chapter Six

Eve POV

I could feel my heart racing as if it was going to beat out my chest. Something about a man like Rhett Borisova stalking toward me like he was a predator and I was his prey was the biggest turn on for me. I watched his body stride toward me, his aura sending off waves of nothing but primal male masculinity but his eyes could of made me me combust right there. I was reacting to this man on a whole other level and at that point I decided to play the helpless prey and try to flee.

I found myself turning to get away from the man stalking me across the room. Deciding to turn into one of the other rooms in art gallery I found myself face to face with a reflection of myself. They had turned one of the rooms into a display with mirrors and art. Each one settled across from each other so while you one we’re looking at one piece you could study another at the same time. It was brilliant but I didn’t have time to think about it for long. Looks like I had been caught, he grabbed onto my hand leading me further into the room.

“What are you doing?” I asked trying to keep up with his long strides. “Could you slow down it’s hard walking in four inch heels.” He turned toward me determination on his face for what I had no idea.

“On behalf of everyone here thank you for wearing those sexy ass heels.” He didn’t spare me another glance dragging me farther into the display. Until we reached a part where it was almost private. There was more mirrors making everywhere I looked I could only see him. It was intoxicating, to gather myself I jerked my hand away from him trying to put some distance between us. This part of the exhibit was deserted and without asking I knew he had something to do with it. I’m sure he had gotten his people to empty the room.

“So did you bring me here alone so I could interview you privately, seeming as this is your event?” He sent me another smile, and with that look I could tell that was definitely not his attention.

“Sure ask away.” He stood staring at me, and no matter where I looked to avoid him there he was in the reflection of the mirrors. s**t I was so screwed.

“Why did you host this event, and what does it benefit?” Getting my phone out to record the conversation between us for later.

“I held this event tonight because it can take place before a candidate election meaning that most people who call Miami home are in the area but also it brings in more money to be donated to the charity my company supports.”

“What Charity is that?” I was honestly interested now maybe this man was more to the eye.

“ I support rehabilitations in the area with drug addiction. It’s something personal to me and I want to get families with no possible way to send there loves one, a option to change their life.” That made my heart melt. I understood what it was like to lose someone to addiction and them care about their next high over their family.

“I think that’s a great charity, I understand what it’s like to have addiction come before you by someone who was supposed to cherish me above it.” Moving on to the next question before I revealed to much to him.

“Why art? What made you want to use art as a platform to reach people about rehabilitation.”

Looking up at him now he started to move closer to me.

“I like art, you find something beautiful everyday.” His strides bringing him closer to me. “But what really catches my eye is how a artist can shape a women’s body with a paint brush. Catching every detail, the blush of her skin, the curve of her body, or even the passion in her eyes.” At this point he was right in front of me, I could feel his body heat and scent wrapping around me pulling me to him. At that point I was lost no escaping this torment. He had won in our short game of prey and predator and here I was so overwhelmed by him I couldn’t possibly think.

His hand made contact with my arm, shocked I let out a gasp as his big hand caressed me. I could feel the callouses on his fingers and that contrast on my smooth skin had me bristling with anticipation. “But do you know what makes a woman more beautiful when painted by a man Eve?” His hand stroked up my neck making a path to my hair as his hand stroked over it. I managed to whisper out a “What?” My mind was a million miles away from this conversation and mainly focused on his hands.

He pulled on my long hair making it where my blue eyes met his blazing amber ones. His face was serious as it studied mine, his strong jaw seemed tense as he studied my face.

He leaned down to me inches away from my face leaning in. “It is when a woman is painted with desire that makes her more beautiful.” Then he leaned in and kissed me. It was a soft kiss almost as if he was asking my permission. Something in me snapped, I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders my hands trailing through his hair messing up his hairstyle. I didn’t give a damn. He started to really kiss me. A soul shattering kiss where I gave and he took. I opened my mouth letting his tongue enter mine. There was no fighting for dominance here, he was dominating me. His hand gripped my hair as the other made a scorching path down my back. He grabbed my a** causing a moan to escape my lips and my panties wet with a new wave of lust wracking my body. He grabbed my legs wrapping them around his hard body backing me up until I felt the cold of a mirror pressed against my open back.

I took his bottom lip in my mouth nibbling it softly making him draw back. My eyes glazed over as the hand that hand been gripping my a** keeping me against him came up to wrap around my throat. Leaving nothing but his hand on my throat and his body keeping me up against the mirror. I was being dominated by this man and it was the hottest thing I had every experienced.

“You taste so sweet, Mi chiedo se il resto del tuo corpo abbia un sapore così dolce.” (I wonder if the rest of your body tastes as sweet as this.) The sound of those words coming from his lips made my body tingle.

“What-t?” Gone was my confident demeanor, I was at the mercy of this man. I could barely form words and here he was speaking another language. He reached up with his other hand pulling my dress down to reveal a pink hardened n****e. “You taste like honey il moroso (sweetheart), you are intoxicating.” He licked my jaw moving his hand where he could lick and suck a path down to my n****e. I pushed at his head trying to make him get there faster.

“You are not in charge, I am, and I intend to take my time with you.” As if to prove his point he went even slower taking his time on this torturous path he had started. When he got close to my chest I couldn’t even stop the plea that escaped my mouth. “Please.”

He pulled back from me looking at my face moving his body into mine, where I could feel his hardened member make contact with my soaking wet core. We both gasped the contact making my eyes roll in my head. His grasp around my neck tightened making me open my eyes to meet his amber ones. He had a look of amusement on his face, “Please what Eve, when you ask for something don’t you usually say what you want?”

The calculated side of me who didn’t beg for anything protested his statement but my traitorous body won.

“Please Rhett will you suck on my n****e?” My face flushed, I can’t believe I had actually said that, but the look on his face would make me say it again if I had to. He seemed pleased with my words lowering his head back to my chest I watched his tongue reached out and lick my n****e. Swirling around it before his mouth covered it. I let out a moan, here I was in a deserted exhibit getting ravished by this sinful man. My body started to heat up, my hips rocking themselves against his body looking for release. I wanted this orgasm no I needed it.

Feeling my body rubbing against his he pulled back looking at me, “Do you want to get f****d in a art gallery love?” His stumble rubbing against my n****e causing a new found pleasure to course through my body.

“I want-t...” I couldn’t even form the sentence I was so overwhelmed by this man to think straight.

“I know what you want sweetheart.” His hand hand that was holding onto my neck made his way down to my leg trailing up the length of my dress, pushing it up until it was gathered at my hips. My white lace thong was the only thing visible, he pulled back his eyes focusing on the small scrap of material. If looks could burn, his would of in that moment it was scorching. His knuckles grazed across my thong him sucking in a short gasp of breath. “Your already so wet for me sweetheart, your p**** is crying for me to touch it.” I felt his hand rip my material from my body, him putting it in his coat pocket, but nothing could of prepared me for what came next.

He took his index finger spreading my foods slowly rubbing my c**t in small circles. I whimpered against him I couldn’t hold my voice in any longer. As his finger teased me to the point of torture.

“I need more.” I moaned watching his every move. “Hush Eve, I’m going to give you more.” After he said that his finger pushed into my folds spreading them, his big finger causing a delicious friction. His thumb starting a onslaught on my c**t rubbing fast circles as he pumped into me at a delicious pace. My head fell back, my eyes closing, I put my hand over my mouth trying to suppress the sounds that came out of. He stopped moving completely making me look at him. “Do not hide your sounds from me Eve, and look at me. I want to see how your beautiful body blushes as I make you cum.” I was so done for. I looked at his eyes eating me up as he made me fall apart under his hands. My body a instrument tuned to his design, I couldn’t even fight. I felt my body reaching a peak, squeezing harder at his finger at it pumped in and out of me.

“c*m for me.” He said looking at my face as I completely fell apart. My body shaking as a delicious wave of ecstasy took over my body. He didn’t stop wracking my body of every wave of pleasure until I was nothing but a limp mess holding onto his body to keep from falling. He withdrew his fingers fixing my dress, covering my chest and pulling the skirt back down. He gave me a quick kiss, trying to straighten my hair,

“Sweetheart I’m going to sit you down now. Hold onto me.” And I did, my head spinning as my feet hit the ground. I grasped onto his shoulders trying to steady myself. Once I got my balance back I turned from him fixing the specs of mascara that had fallen on my cheeks. I can’t believe we had just did that or better yet I had done that. He fixed his hair in the mirror beside me shooting me a very toothy grin.

“Crazy Bastard.” I said making him laugh and that’s how Dmitri and Lily found us. Laughing at each other in the room full of mirrors.