Page 48 of Twisted Prince

“Tell me what you want, Mel,” he murmurs, his eyes brilliant with desire as he kneels between my legs. His long, dextrous fingers wrap around my ankles as his hands slowly guide them up over his shoulders.

I bite my lip, struggling to keep my wants on lockdown. Because what I want right now and what I need are two entirely different things. Soft lips press against the inside of my knee, battering down my resistance. An involuntary groan of desire issues from deep inside my chest.

“This?” Gleb offers, his warm breath washing across my skin as he tracks slowly up the inside of my thigh.

“No,” I moan, my traitorous voice trembling with desire.

Gleb stops, his hands tightening reflexively around my thighs as he looks up the length of my body at my face. Tension quivers in his broad shoulders, his muscles coiling at the unexpected rejection. And though I know I’ll hate myself for it in the morning, I can’t deny him any longer. I should tell him to leave me alone. That I don’t want him to touch me. That I don’t want to be with him.

But the lie is just too painful. Because I’ve never wanted something more passionately in my life.

I’ve missed Gleb with a desperation I didn’t dare face before now. And tonight, when he’s so close and doing everything to me I’ve dreamed of a thousand times over, it feels like driving a dagger into my own heart to deny him.

“I want all of you,” I breathe, tears stinging my eyes as the truth in my confession sinks like lead in my stomach.

Gleb’s heavy breath rushes between my thighs and up my dress, brushing across my sex. My core throbs as I realize I’ve soaked through my panties in my excitement.

“Bozhestvennaya boginya,” he murmurs, his voice tortured.

And as his hands slide higher up my legs, guiding my dress over my hips, I think I might come before we’ve even started.

Every ounce of my self-control flies out the window as I grasp the hem of my dress and pull it over my head in one fluid motion. Gleb’s eyes rake down my body with feral desire, and I shiver with anticipation.

How many times have I touched myself to the memory of Gleb? And now, though I know it can’t last, I would give almost anything to be with him again.

A purring growl rumbles from his chest, and Gleb shrugs out of his sexy black leather biker’s coat, tossing it behind him. I grip the hem of his hoodie, dragging it up his body along with the shirt beneath, and when his sculpted abs and chest come into view, I catch my breath.

I forgot just how perfect he really is—all lean, iron muscle that’s graceful without even trying. He pounces on me, the bed bouncing beneath us, and when his lips claim mine, a fire ignites in my core.

“I don’t have protection,” Gleb rasps against my lips as my hips rock against him, seemingly of their own accord.

“I have an IUD,” I murmur between kisses, my need unbearable now that I can feel his hard cock pressing adamantly against the seam of his jeans. “It’s part of the contract at Pearl’s.” Not that I’ve ever needed it before this, but since the cost is covered by the Kellys, I didn’t see the harm in accepting the extra precaution.

Gleb stiffens, his body tensing, and for a moment, I think he might be angry. Then a tremor runs through his body, and he grinds against my clit with a ferocity that makes me gasp. His hands go to work on the clasp of my bra as I undo his belt, and we finish undressing each other with reckless abandon, desperate to remove every last barrier between us.

Strong arms hook beneath my knees, and Gleb drags my hips to the edge of the bed. Then he guides my legs open as he plants his hands on the mattress beside my waist. I feel dangerously exposed, my body on full display as his glistening tip hovers over my entrance. Tonight feels different from our first night together in so many ways. And still, I want Gleb so desperately I can barely breathe.

“Tell me you want me, Mel,” Gleb commands, raising the hair along the back of my neck. “Tell me, and I’ll make you feel so good you’ll cry my name when you come.”

God, I want him to make me come so badly, I’d say just about anything—even if the truth of it terrifies me. “I fucking want you, Gleb,” I moan.

He shoves inside me with such force, I almost scream, and either it’s been so long that I forgot how painful sex could be, or this new angle makes him seem that much larger. But I’m overwhelmed by the feel of him buried so deep.

“Fuck,” Gleb grunts as he pauses inside me. “You’re still so fucking tight,” he rasps.

I nod, biting my lips closed because I don’t trust myself not to cry if I say anything. Heat pulses through me, making my walls throb around his iron length. It feels so good to have him inside me. At the same time, I’m terrified it will hurt if he moves again.

Slowly, he eases my legs lower, guiding them to his hips. I breathe deeply, trying to relax as I wrap my legs around him. And with astonishing strength, he slides his arm beneath me and lifts me from the bed.

Turning, he settles onto the edge of the mattress, sitting so my hips rest on his thighs.

“Better?” he murmurs. One strong arm supports my weight. His free hand cups my jaw with a tenderness that makes me want to cry all the more.

Again, I nod, the foreign feel of penetration far less overwhelming now. And when his fingers trail slowly down the front of my body, fresh excitement prickles across my flesh. His lips find the hollow of my throat at the same time as his fingertips brush across my clit.

I gasp, the sudden and intense arousal making my core throb. Gleb groans, his hips rocking beneath me in response. And this time, as he presses deep inside me, I think I might just lose my mind.

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