Page 87 of Lethal Devotion
"Trust me,” Valentina says assuredly. “Men like Damian and Konstantin—they love to be in control, but they also love it when their women surprise them. You showing up with all of this, telling him you want to explore? He's going to be over the moon."
I’m not so sure. I think of the other times I’ve tried to surprise Damian, the reactions I’ve gotten then… but I have to try. I want him to see that I can be as wild as he is, that I’m not this young, delicate, innocent thing that he needs to keep behind glass.
Except… after the excursion today, I’m starting to think I’m more innocent than I realized.
The next afternoon, after lunch and Adam’s nap, I arrange tomake sure someone can watch him, and retreat to Damian’s room. He won’t be back for a while yet, I know, and I have time to prepare.
I slip into a black lace bodysuit that I purchased yesterday, with an open slit between my thighs, matching slits exposing my already-peaked nipples. I slide onto Damian’s bed, glad he isn’t here yet to see how awkward this is all going to be to set up, and get out the other items I bought.
Sensation-heightening lubricant, a very special toy, and handcuffs. I let out a small gasp as I turn on the toy and get it situated, a jolt of pleasure rippling through me, and then I reach for the handcuffs, twisting this way and that until I manage to get myself cuffed to his bed.
I realize, with a jolt of adrenaline, that I’m well and truly in it now. I’m stuck here until he arrives, and in the meantime…
The toy between my legs is going to make this averyfrustrating few hours.
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DAMIAN
The day has been fucking endless.
Three separate meetings with Konstantin about the Russo situation, every time he found some new information he wanted to share, two hours spent going over security protocols with our men, and another hour on the phone with contacts trying to track down Giovanni's remaining associates. Every minute that ticks by is another minute that bastard is still breathing, still plotting, still posing a threat to my wife.
I’m murderous, and not at all cut out for the minutiae of plotting a war. I was built for violence, not planning.
And Sienna has been in my thoughts every single second of the day, without end. I've been trying to focus on work, on the very real danger that still exists, but my mind keeps drifting back to two nights ago—to the way Sienna looked bent over my bathroom vanity after she helped patch me up, her pretty green eyes fixed on mine in the mirror as I fucked her.
But not the way I wanted to.
Even when she begged me.
The memory makes my cock twitch in my pants, and I shift uncomfortably in the driver's seat as I pull through the estate gatesafter a recon mission that Konstantin sent me on a few hours ago. I need to get my head on straight. Fantasizing about her is only digging me a deeper hole, and I need to be in better control than this.
What Sienna and I have is temporary. And the last thing I’m going to do is allow myself to lose control with her… to fuck her like the animal that she makes me feel like I am sometimes. She wants rough, unhinged, but I could hurt her. And I promised to protect her.
The mansion is quiet when I walk in, past seven in the evening. Rather than interrupt Konstantin, Valentina, and Sienna at dinner, I decide to go upstairs, get cleaned up, and call to have dinner sent up to me. I’m in no mood to socialize anyway, and I’d rather be alone tonight.
I need some time away from my wife. I need to remember what this marriage is supposed to be, and not what it is rapidly starting to feel like it is.
Something real.
It’s not. It never can be. And the sooner I remember that and Sienna understands it, the better off we all will be. Once the Russo threat is neutralized, we can go back to our separate lives.
The thought makes something twist painfully in my chest, but I ignore it.
I stride quickly to my room, push open the door… and stop dead in my tracks as I see what’s waiting for me on the bed, or rather…who.
I’m not sure I’ve ever gotten so hard, so fast. All the blood in my body shoots straight down to my cock, stiffening so fast it makes me dizzy. The ache of pure, feral, animal lust makes my head swim, as I stare at the vision squirming in the middle of my bed.
Somehow, Sienna has managed to cuff herself to my headboard. But that’s not all. It’s not even the beginning of it. My gaze slides down her, my cock throbbing with every new detail that I take in, and I feel like I can’t fucking breathe.
She’s wearing a black lace bodysuit that adheres to her body like a second skin, cupping her breasts and accentuating the dip of her waist and slender swell of her hips. It’s split over her breasts, lettingher taut nipples peek out as if they’re begging to be touched and licked and sucked, and between her thighs?—
My fucking god.I curse under my breath as I see what waits for me there.
Her bodysuit is split there too, framing her pussy like the work of art that it fucking is. She’s slick and dripping, so wet that the duvet beneath her is damp from her arousal, her thigh muscles trembling. Because, buckled to her thighs with thin black straps and pressed against her clit, is a gently vibrating silver egg that’s been there for God knows how long. Probably a pretty fucking long time, from the flush on her delicate body and the way her legs are quivering.
“Damian.” She breathes my name like a plea, like just seeing me is the relief she needs, and I swear I almost come on the fucking spot. I’ve never been so hard. I can feel something snapping loose in my brain, some important function, something that keeps me in line, and I stride toward the bed, my jaw tight as I loom over her.
