“I guess you’re right,” I grumbled.
A huff of laughter sent flyaway hairs flying around my face before he pressed a kiss to my neck. “Didn’t think you’d actually admit that.”
I quirked a brow. “Icanbe reasonable.”
His hand slid from my waist to the small of my back, pulling me a fraction closer, his gaze steady on mine.
“You’re probably feeling frustrated right now, and I get it. But I’ve told you before — you’re more capable than you think. But capability without control gets you hurt here. Or worse, it gets someone else hurt.”
I swallowed, my insides twisting.
“You’ll get your moment. And when you do, I expect you to use every bit of your chaos.”
A faint smirk tugged at his mouth.
Sasha desperately wanted — needed — to protect me, while all I wanted was to be part of his world, not just a pretty girl on his arm.
I swallowed, inwardly trying to come to terms with the fact that he was right. This wasn’t an environment whereI could get away unscathed if I continued to walk into situations for which I was clearly not equipped.
That didn’t mean I had to like it, though.
Sasha cocked his head to one side while he surveyed me for a moment. A feral expression spread across his features and he demanded, “Lay back.”
I scoffed and raised a single brow. “Make me.”
“With pleasure,” he snarled.
Yanking my legs up, he threw me off balance and I toppled back onto the sunbed. He followed my movement, his muscles rippling as he hovered over me.
“You’re really not good at following the rules, Little Devil. But don’t worry” — he shot me a wicked smile before he yanked the triangles of my bikini top to the side and exposed my breasts — “I’m gonna make sure you’ll behave.”
I gasped when he attacked my nipples with savage vigor, sucking one of them hard into his mouth and flicking the barbell piercing of the other. My hands dug into his light-brown hair, tugging on a strand until he released it with a pop.
“The most perfect fucking tits in the whole wide world and you thought it was a good idea to go get them pierced and make them completely irresistible.”
Shaking his head, he massaged my breasts, weighing them in his hands before releasing them abruptly and watching them jiggle. Then he straightened up, toweringover me, his silhouette outlined by the sun glaring down at us.
“Don’t move,” he instructed, his voice low and commanding.
Even if I had wanted to, I wouldn’t have been able to. I was rendered utterly dumbfounded by the way the sweat glistened on his inked skin and the outlines of his muscles.
“What?” I asked dumbly.
Sasha smirked. “Don’t move, baby. I’ve suddenly found myself ravenous.”
With lightning speed, he untied the strings of my bikini bottoms and tore the fabric away from my hips. Then he lowered himself between my spread legs, wedging his big body between them, and spread my lips with his fingers.
“Sasha,” I breathed. His blue-gray eyes glowed like white-hot embers as he flicked them up to meet my gaze. My pussy contracted, drawing a whimper from me, and his attention shifted back to my legs.
“I’ve been dreaming about your taste for months now, baby.” He swiped two thick fingers through my slit, sucking in a breath when he felt how wet I was. “Goddamn. Are you always wet for me?”
“W-what?”
A blush crept up my cheeks, but it had nothing to do with the temperature. Sweat beaded on his brow whenhe looked up at me again, which somehow added to his appeal.
“Come on. Tell me.” He exhaled, and the sensation of his breath on my swollen clit made me squirm. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I damn near blow my load every time I see you.”
I swallowed thickly and then cleared my throat. “I — well, I guess you could…” I sighed, throwing my arm over my face so I wouldn’t have to look him in the eye, and let my head fall back. “Yes. Okay?”