Page 57 of Love to Defy You
Which means I’m the only one with pent-up sexual frustration between us.
I spend as much time out of our room as possible because I’m sticking by what I said. Our guests are due to arrive today, and I know they’re walking into Alek’s trap. I just don’t know what that trap is, which means I’ll be caught in it too.
I’ve spent a lot of time skiing or reading books by the fireplace, like I am now. I’ve been avoiding steamy romance, but even Prince Harry’s autobiography isn’t boring enough to cure my raging libido.
I feel a presence behind me and bristle. Alek’s aura radiates power, and I can sense when he enters a room without seeing or hearing him.
He rests his hands on my shoulders and starts massaging them. Fuck, that feels good, but I keep staring at my book, pretending not to notice him.
“Last chance,malishka,“ he says in that sexy bedroom voice of his. “We could do it right here before the guests arrive.”
I resist the urge to press my thighs together. All it takes is one word from Aleksandr Kurochkin’s mouth and my traitorous body redirects all the blood to my pussy, but there’s no way I’m letting him know how much he affects me.
“Are you going to tell me what you’re planning before Enzo arrives?” I ask.
Alek slides a hand down the front of my shirt into my bra, and when he pinches my nipple, a moan slips past my lips.
Dammit.
“Don’t you want to come?” he purrs in my ear.
While one hand plays with my nipple, the other slides down into the front of my jeans. It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to buck my hips to meet his fingers when he brushes against my sex over my underwear.
“You think wearing panties will deter me?” He lets out a soft chuckle. “You’re so wet and ready for me.”
Fuck, fuck,fuck, this is really hard when my body aches for him. Sex with Alek is a drug, and I’m going through serious withdrawals for the sake of making a point.
What was the point again?
Oh, right. “Are you going to let me in on the plan?”
He drags his finger over my panties, tracing my quivering slit. “Tomorrow night is New Year’s Eve. I’ll tell you my plan before the clock strikes midnight.”
“And then what?” I say. “You’ll turn Enzo into a pumpkin?”
Alek nips at my neck from behind. “Perhaps.”
I guess a timeframe to clue me in is... something. It’s more than I’ve gotten out of him since Thanksgiving. Can I live with that?
He presses his finger harder over the damp fabric of my underwear.
Yeah. Yeah, I think I can live with that.
“Promise?” I rasp, pushing my hips up to meet his touch.
“I promise.”
The doorbell rings, and it’s deafening in the quiet living room.
Alek slides his hands out of my clothing, and I slump against the sofa cushions, gasping for air. Is it possible to die from sexual frustration? I’m on the verge of tears, and I’m about to take things into my own hands and ease the molten heat churning between my legs.
He leaves the room to open the door, and moments later, a familiar voice calls my name from across the room.
I swivel my head to look behind me so fast that I nearly twist my neck in the process. With a shriek, I bolt off the couch and cross the giant room in four leaping steps to hurl myself into Prisha’s waiting arms. “Oh my God! You’re here!”
Her long, thick braid of dark hair falls off her shoulder from the force of my hug. “I can’t believe how long it’s been!” she squeals. “I’ve missed you!”
“I’ve missed you too!”
