Page 29 of The Tsar's Obsession
The truth was out there. Jeremy and I didn’t see eye-to-eye on how to do business. He was cautious, and at the same time hewanted everything—our money, loyalty, and trust—and didn’t want to sacrifice anything himself.
What’s more, Jeremy was aware of who I actually was—very obviously not a simple investor. And I was going to tell Mia about who I was, but in my own time. I didn’t need fucking Jeremy to snitch on me. “I never made the connection. You have different last names?” I added, and if looks could kill, Jeremy was murdering me slowly.
“Yeah, we were adults when our parents got married, so everyone kept their last names.” Mia explained gently.
This was unfortunate, to say the least. I had to get Mia away from him, and I would deal with the fallout later.
“Jeremy. I’ll see you around.” Without giving him anymore of my time, my hand closed around Mia’s, and I pulled her after me, ignoring his death stare. Later. Fuck all that for now.
“Is your plan to torture me slowly all night until I unravel somewhere on the dance floor?” Mia tugged on my hand and turned me around, bringing me face-to-face with her ethereal beauty and small smile. In the dim lights of the venue, the diamond necklace shimmered around her neck like the brightest moonlight. “You can’t do this to me, you know? I’ll get my revenge.”
“Wrong.” I caught Jeremy watching us, and he stopped dead in his tracks when my arm snaked around Mia’s waist. “I can do whatever I want. And you will oblige me, Sunshine.” My voice low, my lips at her ear, I could feel her shallow breathing. At this, I turned the little vibrator up, her body reacting instantly. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she fell into me, the heat of her body seeping through my shirt.
“You’re,” she paused, and my eyes locked with Jeremy’s. “A very cruel man.” My smirk only grew as I pulled her in closer, wrapping my other arm around her waist.
This was true, and the way motherfucking Jeremy was watching us, like I was intruding, likeIwas the one in the wrong, awakened all that cruelty inside me. “We should grab our seats.”My lips made barely perceptible contact with Mia’s ear, her sweet smell infiltrating my senses, but Jeremy’s death stare caught it all.
Yes. Let him watch. Let themallfucking watch. I noticed so many men approach Mia in the twenty minutes while we both said our hellos to those in attendance.Too many men.Every fucking single one had to know that she was off-limits.
At dinner too, one fucker after another accosted her, leaned in for a kiss, chatted and smiled, and I lamented that there was no ring on her finger yet.
I brought Mia’s little toy to life again during dinner. She jolted slightly, and her knife flew off the table at the motion. She giggled and dropped her head, squeezing the fork between her fingers. I could have watched this forever.
Her face flushed, Mia stared through her wine glass, sitting as still as a statue, closing her eyes, and trying to breathe through it.
“Ah!” A small but audible gasp left her lips as she squirmed in her seat, the vibrator doing its honest work. “Can I have lime instead of lemon, please?” she asked the wait-staff, doing her best to distract herself, but I didn’t let her off the hook.
Instead, I took in the sight of her chest glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, the diamonds dancing around her neck every time she gulped and tried to hold off her orgasm. Fuck, if this wasn’t the most beautiful sight in the world. I enjoyed her, just the way I’d planned.
A goddess,my goddess, played my little game, her delicious body reaching that climax that she was so worthy of. Mia’s body belonged to me—it wouldalwaysbelong only to me. I would bring her to an orgasm with a lot more ease, speed, and pleasure than a toy ever could, and she would become addicted.
But we could still use toys, I wasn’t opposed to it in any way.
“I– excuse me.” Her chair scraped the floor and interrupted my ruminations about our future sex life. Mia pushed away from the table, urgently springing up to her feet. “I’ll be right back.” She threw me a knowing glance and hurried off in the direction of the restroom.
I had nothing to lose and everything to win. I didn’t give a flying fuck if anyone found it suspicious or wrong,and I immediately followed, catching up to her right before she could reach the hallway.
My fingers gently closed around her wrist, and I pulled her behind the little stage where I was due to give a speech in a few minutes.
"What are you– oh God!" Mia battled with her own words, and as soon as we were out of sight of the dining room, she fell into my chest. Her entire body went limp, struggling to carry out this orgasm upright. But at this precise moment, I turned the vibrator off, ripping the sensation away from her.
Her breath unsteady, she raised her eyes to me while my hands traveled her back. I was so hungry. Nine years.Nine long agonizing years,I was waiting for her. And I would take what I wanted.
Working quickly, I pushed her toward the little backstage couch, where she plopped down with a gasp, her eyes wide at my actions, but I was already on my knees in front of her.
There was a momentary pause when she realized what I was about to do, and my hand clasped around her ankle.
Our eyes met, and I felt so torn. Fuck, I wanted herso much.I'd never wanted anything in my life the way I pined after this woman. But I couldn't justtakeanything from her. This wasn't like before; this wasn't like with any other woman in my life. I wanted, Ineededto have her permission.
So, I waited. On my knees. And Mia stretched out the pause. She leaned in so close her breath ghosted over my lips. Her fingers brushed my jaw, tracing over the tension there like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. "Use your words,Sunshine," she whispered.
A dare. A fucking taunt. "Askme.” The innocence of her gaze spilling all over me, she spread her legs slowly, found my hand, and placed it on her knee, determined to kill me with all the hesitant movements.
"I've never asked for anything in my life. I only take what I want," I confessed quietly, half delirious from all the denial I'dbeen living through, but I only heard a tiny giggle in response, revving up my desperation even further.
"Hmm...I guess..." Her fingers traced up my neck while my hand glided ever so slowly up the soft skin of her thigh. With my eyes closed, I was fully tuned into every sensation. "I guess there's a first time for everything. Ask me if you can lick my pussy," she whispered.
Fuck. I was on the verge of turning her around and fucking her until she was a moaning mess on the floor.
