Page 15 of Brutal Unionn
She simply leans back, tilting her head just enough for her perfume to hit me like a drug. Smoke, spice, and danger. A fucking cocktail I’d drink until it killed me.
“You should be comfortable with all boundaries BDSM 101,” she says, one hand drifting lazily up the center of my thigh.
I laugh softly, breathe fanning the back of her neck. “BDSM 102 - safe word.”
“Love.”
I clear my throat, dragging my palm down the smooth line of her spine, each knuckle grazing skin like a match waiting to spark. I pause at the dip of her back, then go back up and hook a finger under the zipper and pull—slowly, deliberately—until the soft whisper of fabric gives way to skin. The exposed curve of her back gleams under the low light, and I fight the growl that coils in my throat.
“Love,” I murmur, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Seems like the wrong word for this.”
“And why’s that?” she breathes, not moving.
I slide my hand up, curling possessively around her throat, guiding her body flush against mine. Her ass presses intomy hips like a challenge. I lower my mouth to her shoulder, teeth grazing the skin just above the blade of her tattoo.
“When my cock is buried so deep you forget where you end and I begin, all you would be able to say is,” I rasp, “I love this. Give me more. Please Sho.”
“Presumptuous,” she whispers, but her voice cracks like it’s barely holding.
“I don’t think it is,” I breathe against her skin, and her breath stutters.
My hand slides inside her dress—slow, sure, claiming. I curve my palm around her left breast, fingers teasing the soft swell, the pad of my thumb brushing across her hardened nipple. Her body trembles beneath my touch, but she doesn’t pull away.
My mouth hovers by her ear, breath hot, my voice turns to gravel. “See, Hime…I think love is the wrong word for this. Try again.”
“Red,” she whispers.
“Green for go. Yellow for slow down?” I confirm, rolling over her hardened nipple between two fingers.
“Yes,” she breathes, the word torn from her like a confession. “Limits?”
“No bodily fluids,” I smirk into the crook of her neck, dragging my teeth across her skin.
She gasps. “Besides your cum.”
Fucking hell.I roll her nipple between my fingers, pulling it taut until she arches away from me, a desperate curve of spine and lust. Her breath hitches, sharp and shallow, and I can feelthe way her body trembles against mine. She’s already so close to the edge, and we’ve barely begun.
“Correct,” I growl, pressing her back into me, my voice a low rumble that vibrates through her skin. “Any other limits?”
“I—I can’t think right now,” Nadia gasps, her voice trembling as much as her body. Her hands clutch at my thighs, nails digging in just enough to make me smirk.
I laugh darkly, the sound low in my throat. “No kidnapping. No trying to kill each other during these…meetings.”
“You think this will happen more than once?” she challenges, but her voice is already wrecked, her defiance crumbling under the weight of her need.
I sink my teeth into her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, and her moan slides down my spine like gasoline on fire. She writhes against me, her hips grinding into mine, and I can feel the heat of her through the fabric of my suit pants.
“I don’t think,” I rasp, my lips brushing against the mark I’ve left on her skin. “I fucking know it will.”
I lean back against the couch, my eyes locked on hers as I give the command. “Take off your dress.”
Her breath catches again, but she doesn’t hesitate. She stands, holding the dress to her chest, turning around slowly, her eyes immediately locking with mine as she licks her lips.
She drops the dress and lets it pool at her feet, revealing the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts on full display for me.
“You don’t want to finish your job,” she teases. Her fingers move to the holsters strapped to her thighs, unbuckling themwith practiced ease. The other weapons she was ready to use clatter to the floor.
“Do you normally talk back to the person in control ofeducatingyou?”
