Page 3 of The Den of Sin
I half-expected him to take off any second and let me get back to my dorm. He was walking too fast, and I kept tripping in my high heels, trying to keep up. Each time I stumbled, he just caught me. The man had some amazing reflexes… and biceps. And every time he touched me, a shot of electricity jolted my body, my blood sizzling with need for more of his touch.
Once we were in the dorm building, I hoped he’d send me on my way, but instead, he eyed me, again, from my heels, up my bare legs all the way up to my face. It felt like the gentlest and hottest caress. My cheeks flushed, although I wasn’t sure why. The way he looked at me was totally hot.
Then in one swift move, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder as I squealed in surprise.
“What the hell-”
A loud slap on my ass. “Hey! You can’t-”
Smack.Another slap on my ass.
“What the fuck, man?” I grunted.Yes, he is hot but who in the fuck did he think he was?
Smack.
A yelp escaped me, my ass on fire from his hand. I couldn’t quite distinguish whether my ass was burning from pain or desire. I worried it was the latter because I felt tingling between my thighs, and I had to stop my body from arching my butt higher up so he’d smack it again.
No, not smack it, Isabella. Just touch it. Maybe rub it a bit.Damn it, I was getting horny.
He walked up five flights of stairs with me slumped over his shoulder and his breathing never even sped up. Like I weighed nothing. I wiggled, trying to get comfortable on his shoulder and eyeing his backside. Damn, even upside down, he looked gorgeous.
Maybe I can run my hands down his muscled back. It seemed like a great idea. Just a little touch.
“Unless you want another smack on your ass, be still,” he growled in his thick Russian accent, and instantly desire pooled between my thighs. Holy mother of God, I was turned on. Like really, really turned on.
I instantly stilled, not wanting to earn another smack on my butt. It would be utterly embarrassing if evidence of my desire trickled down my inner thigh, revealed by this obnoxiously short dress, and he realized how turned on I was. I had no idea what was happening or what his deal was. This man had never touched me, except to help me out of the car when he had to drive us home from our rendezvous with trouble.
I kept my mouth pressed tight, counting the stairs to keep my mind off the painful throb between my thighs. Or to stop my mind from imagining all kinds of creative, sexy images involving Vasili as the star role of my porn movie. God, that ass! I bet there wasn’t an ounce of fat on it.Fuck, I want to lick and kiss every inch of his body!
“Keys.” Short demand. He wasn’t a communications type of guy. I peeked, upside down, over his torso and saw he stood in front of our dorm room.
“I can-”
“Isabella, you want another smack?”Gosh how I loved my name on his lips.
Quickly, I dug into my bra and pulled the key out. It was harder doing it upside down, but I wasn’t going to point out the obvious. He might smack my butt again. I would get myself off the second he left. It wouldn’t take me long.
“Here,” I murmured, handing him the key over his body, watching him unlock the door. God, he had beautiful hands. Big, rough, and sexy, those tattoos on his fingers fascinating.
Yes, I am obsessed with his hands. With all of him!
Once, we were in the dorm room, I slid off his shoulder, the front of my body brushing against his hard muscles all the way till my feet touched the floor. The haze in my brain made me disoriented and slow, yet I wasn't sure whether it was from his touch or because I was upside down while he carried me up the stairs.
I stood there, waiting, our gazes locked in a heated, unspoken exchange. He made me feel so much… nervous, turned on, scared, excited, hopeful. All wrapped up in a whirlwind of emotions when I looked at him or even thought about him. Nobody had ever affected me like this. He made me feel starved for his brief glances thrown my way, for his deep voice that soaked through me like a delicious, smooth whiskey and most of all his touch.
“Welcome to the den of sin,” I rambled nervously, feeling flustered as my eyes roamed his body, imagining all kinds of sinful deeds. The den of sin was mine and Tatiana’s nickname for our dorm room. This room has seen some crazy shit over the last three and a half years.
And right now, I really want to sin with this man.
His one eyebrow shot up, and I offered him a smile. “It’s what we named our room.”
“Hmmm.”
“Yeah.”Ugh, stop talking Bella!
I shifted uncomfortably, my cheeks burning. I bit my lower lip to prevent any more words coming out, but unfortunately, I couldn’t shut my mind down. Every piece of this man’s body was a masterpiece, even his neck. The tan skin made my mouth water, my blood sing and my most intimate part clench… all for him.
He moved back to the door, and the locking sound echoed through the room. It never even occurred to me to question why. The whole thing barely registered in my mind, because all I could do was stare at that bulky, tall frame. That beautiful, strong face. His sharp, angular features with high cheekbones portrayed harshness and cruelty, but I didn’t care. I loved his face. Those muscles that filled his expensive, custom-made suit. I craved to see more of him, like my life depended on it. How many times did I wish I could catch a glimpse of him naked?
