Page 55 of Corrupt: XXX Vadim 2
“I would marry you in tandem with whoever you wanted,” he swears in a voice that robs my lungs of air. “As long as you said yes.”
I sway, stunned. He sounds too damn serious. Too convinced in the madness of his plan.
“Vadim… You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough to know I’m not making a rash decision,” he insists, rising to his height, stepping into me. “I know that you care for Magda already. I know she’s warming to you more than she ever might to me. I know I need you. And…I know that you care for me as well.”
My cheeks flame. I can’t even deny it. My only course of action is to parry his passion with logic. “So, you railroad me into another marriage without even feigning the guise of love first? At least Jim gave me that.” I don’t know why I’m so angry. Because I am. Angry and hurt and torn by his dilemma. Could I even refuse him in these circumstances? That’s the scary part. I’m not sure I can. “You should have told me what was going on sooner,” I insist, changing tact to something I feel more comfortable punishing him over. “I could have comforted you. I could have understood why you left, and I could have helped you smooth things over with Magdalene.”
“I’m telling you now.” His voice is sin, soothing through my frustration like a salve. Too fast. I’m melting into him before he even touches me, his hands finding my breasts, kneading them possessively. “And I am not looking to ‘railroad’ you. As always, when it comes to you, I’m being greedy. Shameless. You want love? What aboutneed? I always need more of you.”
“Smooth talker,” I rasp. It’s alarming how he always manages to say the right thing. Even as my brain struggles to counter him with logic. The more he touches me, the less my fears make sense. The world narrows to this—him and me. My body heats, my hips writhing shamelessly to soothe the ache building between my legs. A heat that catches fire as my piercing remains rigid against swelling flesh, applying incredible pressure.
“Will you kick me out of your bed tonight as punishment for aggravating you?” he wonders. His lips find the crook of my throat, pressing there in a teasing kiss. Then a harder, teasing bite. “Or can I find some way to make it up to you?”
Damn…
“I think you’re heading in the right direction,” I gasp as his hands skim down my hips, finding my thighs. I spread my legs, encouraging him to travel lower. A gasp rips from my throat as his fingers slip between my legs, teasing the very edge of my piercing. My eyelids flutter, and I’m leaning into him, relying on his support just to stay upright.
“Mmm, my beauty. Don’t tell me you’ve neglected yourself while I’ve been gone?”
Neglected… My brain spins, dizzy at the thought of fingering myself thinking of him. I hadn’t. Why? “You didn’t leave your toy for me,” I confess. “I don’t like to tease myself when I know waiting for the real deal will feel so much better.”
He murmurs his approval, sliding a finger between my folds, tempting me with the promise of fullness. I spin around to face him, snatching at his collar. Logic can wait. He’s right—I need this. Him. All of him.
Desperate, I rub my hips shamelessly against his thigh, teasing a groan from his throat.
“Still so insatiable…” He guides me backward, letting me fall onto the mattress. I spread my legs for him, gasping as he cups me, encouraging me rock against his palm.
“You find pleasure in this?” he whispers as my eyes threaten to roll.
His voice does something to me, triggering an avalanche of emotions, too overwhelming to resist. My lips part, the truth spilling out before I can stop myself, “I find pleasure inyou.”
“Prove it,” he murmurs, nuzzling my neck, nipping intermittently with his teeth. “Show me how badly you crave this.”
He bucks his hips, letting his cock graze my inner thigh.
How much do I crave him? Enough to lose my mind. Enough to forget my boundaries.
Enough to lose myself.
Enough to drown.
