Page 10 of Control: XXX Vadim 1
“Oh, but I do.” His upper lip quirks into one of those quick, devious grins. “One of the most debauched in the country, in fact. Though I will admit that I’ve let my membership lapse.”
“R-Really?” My eyes go bug wide, and I scramble into a sitting position, straddling his slender hips. “Do they do orgies?” I wonder, practically squealing with excitement. “Do they do bondage? BDSM? Exhibition? Gang bangs?”
Kid, meet candy store. If I somehow manage to remember this in the morning, I’ll never stop speculating.
“I don’t know the menu offhand,” he admits. “But you never asked me what my confession might be?”
“Oh, yes!” I extend my fist toward him as a makeshift microphone. “Mr. Vadim Gorgoshev, what secrets are you hiding?”
“I’m not on my way to a business meeting,” he says. That’s right—he did mention leaving for a flight soon.
I flutter my eyelashes. “So, where are you going?”
“My brother is throwing a party.” His tone makes it sound about as appealing as an execution mixed with a root canal.
“I take it you two don’t get along?”
His lips twitch into a sly grin. “One could say that.”
“So why go?”
He seems to be pondering that exact question. Whatever answer he decides on, he doesn’t say out loud.
“Well, at least you got to have some fun before you leave.” I shift, shamelessly rubbing my nipples against his chest, loving the sensation that sparks in response.
“Fun?” He raises an eyebrow. “You aren’t going to stroke my ego and tell me it was the most mind-blowing fucking you’ve ever experienced? All in the hopes of weaseling an invitation to the club out of me, of course.”
“It was definitely the best I’ve ever been fucked.” My wistful tone could convince even a blind man that I’m not lying. “But… You held back.” I make my finger dance down his abdomen, able to sense the subtle tensing of his body. He maintains that invisible wall between us, even as we lie drunk on the floor, utterly naked. “It’s fine, though. I’m sure you have some kind of control freak mental hang-up that makes it hard to let loose. I get it. God knows I do. It’s probably for the best.”
Mindless, emotionally-charged sex is a unicorn I’m better off not chasing.
“You gave me what I wanted, so thank you very, very much…” I trail off as I finally notice his expression. Dark eyes narrowed, lips pursed in contemplation. I’ve annoyed him again.
“I mean it,” I insist. “It was amazing—”
“Come with me,” he says.
My poor, drunk brain can’t compute a response. All I can think to say is, “Where?”
The grin returns, playfully stern. “To the party, beautiful.”
I smile inwardly at the new nickname. An upgrade from pretty. Then smart, good-girl Tiffany manages to get a stranglehold on lusty-Tiffy just long enough for me to ask, “You want me to meet your family?”
It sounds suspicious.Verysuspicious when paired with the fact that I can no longer get a solid read on him. His teasing grin could hide a million ulterior motives.
But when his fingers find a lock of my hair and toy with it, I forget a teensy bit of the paranoia.
“It’s just a party,” he says—though were someone to tell that to my mother about one of her carefully crafted soirees, she just might reach for a kitchen knife with murderous intent. Something in his tone robs all sentimentality from the term, at least in this instance.
“Admittedly, it’s in another city, but I’m willing to fly you there and arrange for your transportation back, all at no expense to you.”
“Could you even get a ticket this late? You’re leaving in…” I glance at a clock hanging on the wall, and a panicked bit of despair leeches into my tone. “Roughly one hour.”
So darn soon. Thus ends Tiffy’s first foray into sexual exploration. And darn was it fun.
“Come with me,” Vadim insists. “It’s a private plane, so no ticket required. We’ll get in by the morning. You can have the day to shop. The party is in the evening, and you can be on a flight back before the night ends. And,” he adds, presumably to present the tempting carrot to my desperate mule. “In exchange, I’ll grant you an exclusive membership to my club. Granted, it’s in Fair Haven, on the East coast, so you will have to find your own way back, should you decide to utilize it.”
I pout and roll off him to contemplate my options. He’s managed to present a multitude of both tempting and grounding proposals in one go, all neatly wrapped with a bow.
