The Player (The Game Maker #3)(39)

I studied his face. I could get this guy to marry me. But without a prenup?

It’d be the ultimate con on a billionaire mark. . . .





Back in the limo, he dragged me into his lap.

I wanted to curl into him and soak up his heat, but I needed to tantalize. “Why do you keep putting me in your lap?”

“Tell me you don’t fit me perfectly, and I will stop.” He started to harden beneath me.

“You said I’d beg for you tonight. You just assume we’ll be intimate?”

“With the way you eye-f*cked me all through dinner?” I realized he was playing with me when a glint of humor shone in his eyes. “We’re not only going to be intimate. I’m going to show you how much you’ll enjoy bondage.”

Was I curious? Of course. But I didn’t think I was ready to give up all control. “I’m not sure.”

“You have a safe word,” he said, but his tone held a challenge, as if he dared me not to use it. “You’ll either say it, or you’ll surrender to me.”

I tore my gaze from his face and glanced out the window. “Why are we headed toward my apartment?”

“I want to see where you live.”

Just in case, I’d stowed anything grift-y, and I’d told my family it was off limits. “My place is lame.”

He brought our foreheads together in that way I loved. It made me feel connected to him. Too connected. “You won’t be there much longer, Vika.” Because he wanted to do something about my living situation!

“If you’re so determined to tie me up, you should know I’m fresh out of bondage gear.”

“You’d be surprised what I could improvise with. All I need is a scarf, maybe a couple of belts. I’m sure someone with your interest in clothes will have the items I require.”

“If not for sex, then why would you want to tie me up?”

“To get to the dessert I truly crave.” His cock pulsated beneath me.

I just stopped myself from rubbing my ass against it. “What exactly does that mean?”

He held my gaze as he rasped, “That means I am going to kiss your wet little * until your thighs tremble and you drench my tongue. I won’t stop until you scream for me.”

I swallowed. Despite my misgivings, I was so torn.

Because part of me desperately needed a screaming orgasm from this man.

Then reality returned. “I told you I wasn’t interested.”

“Denying me again? Why?”

My cheeks heated as I admitted, “I can’t come from oral sex.”

“Not all of your blushes are the same. I’m going to learn every one.” He reached up and began to pull pins from my hair.

“I’m serious, Dmitri.” I jutted my chin. “Statistically, I’m not alone.”

“You say you can’t simply because you never have before?” As he unbraided my hair, his watchful gaze followed the movements of his hands. I got the impression he’d never freed a woman’s hair before, and wanted to get it right.

“After the last two nights, do I believe you could make oral sex feel amazing? Absolutely. But I’m just not built to orgasm from it. The average woman takes twenty minutes to come like that, and I’m not average.”

“You are in no way average, moy ángel.” Another braid loosened.

“Which means I would be stressed out because you would be down there wearing out your tongue and inwardly cursing my name. So when would you call it a defeat? We could set a timer.”

Once he’d unbound my hair, he ran his fingers through it. “I see what the problem is.”

“What’s that?”

He leaned in to murmur at my ear, “You believe I would be eating you out for your pleasure instead of for mine.”





CHAPTER 17

I hadn’t said my safe word when he’d pressed me back naked in my bed. I’d remained silent as he’d used a scarf to tie my wrists to the headboard.

But now, when he snapped one of my leather belts, I was tempted to scream, “Cognac!”

“I don’t know about this.” So why was my voice so throaty?

“You know your choices.” Still dressed, he stalked around the bed, his eyes dark and fierce, like an animal surveying a meal it was about to devour.

I had called him a beast just two nights ago. Felt like ages had passed.

When he licked his lips, I shivered and my nipples puckered tighter.

His predator’s gaze locked on them, noting my response. “Your body wants more. Safe word or surrender. One or the other.”

Fucking Russki. In the club, I hadn’t known what I was getting into, but now I did. Refusing to flinch, I followed his gaze from my aching breasts to my hair fanning out, then to my eyes, to my lips. Back to my breasts, before dipping lower . . .

“Bend your knees and bring your heels up against your ass.”

“We can do other things, Dmitri,” I said, though I’d brought my heels up.

He wrapped my braided belt around the middle of my thigh and my shin, securing one leg in a bent position. “Nyet. You said I’d inwardly curse your name? You’ll outwardly curse mine. Understand me, Vika, I will kiss you for as long as I like.” Then he secured my other leg with a second belt. “If you come without permission, I will keep tonguing you with no care for how sensitive you’ll be.”