Velvet Devil

Chapter 5 Episode 5

“Do you always chatter when you’re nervous?” he asks, his fingers running through the locks of myhair.

“To be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous before.”

He raises his eyebrows. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Then he leans in and presses his lips to mine.

Even though I’m expecting it, the kiss comes as a shock. His lips are full-bodied but gentle, still faint.He lingers for a moment before pulling me against his body and deepening it. His tongue flicks pastmine. He tastes like whiskey and mint.

Isaak pulls away slightly. “If you want to walk away now, you can,” he tells me.

“Would you even offer if you thought I’d take you up on it?”

His eyebrows arrow downward into a frowning V. “The choice is always yours, Camila.”

The way he says my full name in that faint Russian accent of his makes me shudder. No one has eversaid it quite like that. He makes it his own. He makes me his own.

“Are you always so sure of yourself?” I ask.

He grins. But he knows one thing: I’m not going anywhere.

Gripping my hip with one huge hand, he reels me into him again. This time, the kiss is morepassionate, more aggressive. His lips plunder mine as he paws at my waist. He walks me backward. Istop only when my back hits the cool marble of the countertop.

I’ve never been so turned on by a kiss. Then, before I can catch my breath, he’s spun me around sothat my back is to him. Our reflections staring back at us.

Isaak towers over me. His face is cast in shadow, but those eyes shine through anyways like they’relit from within. It’s hard to look away.

I watch with bated breath as his hands trail over my figure, tracing my shape slowly. He peels mycoat off and lets it fall at our feet. Then his fingers are at my side, pulling down the zipper holding mein this dress.

I couldn’t wear a bra with it, so when the last of the zipper gives way and the dress peels down, mybreasts spring free. Isaak cups one in his palm and tweaks my n****e. I have to bite my lip to keepfrom crying out.

My panties are completely soaked through. I might be embarrassed if I weren’t so desperate for him.

When he starts pinching my n*****s between his fingers, my spine arches of its own accord and theback of my head hits his chest.

One hand finds my throat and squeezes gently. Enough to threaten danger. The other hand slidesleisurely down my front. Dips past the hem of my panties.

And finds the part of me that wants him most.

He fingers me gently, eliciting hard-won moans as I struggle to keep quiet. I grip the edge of thecounter for stability. My legs are turning to jelly with every passing second.

I feel the shift in the air at the same time he does. This isn’t enough, it’s saying. We need more.

With a feral growl, Isaak grabs my panties in one hand and jerks them halfway down my thighs. Thenhe plants a heavy palm on the back of my neck and shoves me forward.

That stupid, preachy voice cries out in my head again. Shouldn’t you slap him? Shouldn’t you beoffended? Shouldn’t you say no?

I always would’ve said I’m not the type of girl who has s*x like this.

But maybe there’s more to us than we ever realize.

And it takes a man like Isaak to bring that part to light.

I can’t see his hand with my cheek pressed flush against the cold marble, but I can feel him movingbehind me. Can hear the sound of his zipper rustling.

And then, when his hardness brushes up against my opening, I cry out.

There’s a slight nagging in the back of my head. A gentle reminder that’s alerting me to the fact that Imight be forgetting something. He might be forgetting something.

But in the next second, he pushes inside me, filling me with one deep thrust, and I forget everything.

My own name vanishes and my control over my cries goes with it as he starts f*****g me.

He’s going so slow, though. Even as every grind of his hips fills me more than I’ve ever been filledbefore, it’s not enough to feed the fire.

I start to push myself back onto his c**k, but he stops me by gripping my hips in place.

“No, kiska,” he growls ferociously. “You’ll move when I say you can move. Moan when I say you canmoan. Is that understood?”

He’s still pinning me down to the expanse of marble between the gilded sinks. I try to nod, but Isaak’sfingers tamp down on the back of my neck. At the same time, he slaps my bare ass hard. I cry out.

“Use your words,” he orders. His face is a mask of cruel and savage lust.

“Yes,” I whisper back. Hating myself for saying it. Loving him for making me.

I glance up and catch sight of myself in the mirror. I’m splayed out before him, and he dominates themirror, his reflection larger than life and intensely powerful. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Then, satisfied, he starts pounding into me, f*****g me hard. Each thrust forces out a moan. Louderand louder.

I’m wide open and soaking wet for him. He’s so deep that he’s making my eyes roll back in my head.

And it’s still not enough.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, leaning down to nip my ear between his teeth. His f*****g getsharder and harder. Our hips crash together. My hair dances in a frenetic halo around my head.

I feel the orgasm coming from a long way off. The tempo increases, bringing it closer, closer,closer…

Until it’s almost on me. Until I’m scratching and clawing at the marble. Until my throat is raw frommoaning and my legs are shaking from supporting my weight and Isaak still hasn’t stopped f*****g meharder, as hard as he can, as hard as I can take it.

Until it breaks over me and drowns me in its waves.

The first clench has me spasming. Isaak keeps me pinned in place. His body flush over mine. I needthat solidity. That comfort. That smell.

Otherwise, this orgasm might break me.

He f***s me again. Again. Again.

Then, just as the most intense contractions pass, he takes his turn. He grabs my hair into a makeshiftponytail and uses it to jerk me upright.

Then, with his hand on my throat, he empties himself with a roar.

I almost come again at the sight of his face in the mirror as he erupts. A single bead of sweat tricklesdown his perfect cheekbone.

I’m breathing hard. Sweat gathers at the base of my neck and across my collarbone. Isaak pulls outand grabs a pair of the ivory hand towels from the rack on the counter.

He offers me one. I take it, though I keep one hand planted on the marble so I don’t fall over. My legsare mush and the rest of me isn’t much stronger.

My thoughts are slowly drifting back to earth as I clean myself up.

And then it hits me.

The nagging feeling I’d had just before he’d entered me wasn’t irrational. I’m not on the pill. And hedidn’t use a condom.

I turn to him, my eyes going wide with panic.

But my words are drowned out by something that I feel as much as I hear. An explosion. A wall ofsound and air that hits me like a fist in the chest.

“Oh my God,” I gasp, but I can’t even hear myself over the aftermath of the explosion.

I turn around just in time to see Isaak pull out a gun that he’d been concealing somewhere in hisexpertly tailored suit.

And all I can think is…

What have I gotten myself into?

I c**k the gun and focus my attention on the door.

I’d been foolish to think I could afford one night of escape.

There’s no room for respite in my world.

There’s no chance of forgetting.

I glance towards Camila, but I refuse to take my eyes off the door.

It’s our only way out of here and I don’t want to be forced into a corner by Maxim and his fuckinggoons.

I grab her hand and pull her behind me. “Get dressed,” I tell her urgently. “We don’t have time.”

“Time? Time for w… what? What’s going on?”

“The restaurant has been attacked. They’re here for me.”

“That explosion wasn’t for show.”

“I mean, how do you know whoever is out there is here for you?” she asks, stumbling into her dress.She’s struggling with the zipper, but it’s stuck on something and won’t budge.

“I told you,” I say. “I’m an important person. Which means I have a lot of enemies.”

The walls shake again. Another crack fissures through the wall we’re facing.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God…” Camila repeats again and again.

“Camila,” I say, forcing her eyes to mine. “Do you trust me?”

She hesitates, but the nod that follows is confident. “Yes.”

“I’m going to get you out of here in one piece, okay?”

She trembles a little, but gives me another nod.