I blinked. “What?”
“You did well tonight at the auction. Consider it a reward.” He closed the remaining space between us until I could feel his warmth. “If you’re wet, I win. And Inna, I will not be gentle about it. If you’re not, you win, and you name your price.”
I stood there and wondered whether he already knew what I was planning, or whether he thought I would ask for something small.
He gripped my shoulders without warning and turned me so that his chest was at my back. One hand slid down my stomach while I pulled in a breath and held it. His other hand moved to my throat, fingers wrapping around it with a firmness that tipped my head back against his chest.
“You might want to breathe,” he said against my cheek.
His hand moved lower, fingers tracing the hem of my underwear, as if he were in no hurry and wanted me to know it.
We had only one problem.
I already knew which way this was going to go because my body had already decided it for me.
Chapter Thirteen
Dmitri Konstantinov
Inna didn’t know who shewas dealing with. That much was clear from the beginning, but tonight it was almost entertaining. I read people the way other men read contracts, and she was not as difficult to read as she believed herself to be.
At the auction, when we crossed paths with Iker, I felt her body react before she said a word about him. I filed it away without reacting to it. For a man who had her father, she might have encountered him before. I wasn’t interested in the details tonight. I was interested in the fact that she offered herself to me.
A while ago, Inna didn’t want to marry me. Now she was standing in my bedroom in her underwear, telling me she would do anything I wanted. People always offer to pay a huge price when they want something. And Inna wanted something.
I pulled the game not because I needed it, but I wanted to hear what she was going to ask for if she won. Or more accurately, when she thought she had won.
I didn’t promise to give her anything. I only promised to listen,and I was good at appearing generous in doing so.
Her chest rose and fell faster as if trying to hold herself together and still looking like a woman with a plan. That was the thing about Inna. She was always scheming, even when she was scared.
This was wearing on my patience. I could bend her over this bed, slam my cock in her hole, and find out exactly how tight her hair was in my fist. I could take my time with every inch of her and still have the rest of the night ahead of me.
The thought alone was damaging my self-control. I was starving for sex, and I had been since she walked through that door in that silver dress. And now she was here, right in my hand.
She didn’t want me. Not the way a woman wanted a man. Her body flinched when I touched her. She held her breath like she was bracing for something, letting it happen rather than needing it. She used her body as a currency tonight. I respected the calculation even if I had no intention of making it easy for her.
My fingers moved further to her clit, and she pushed her ass back against me. The pressure of her against my bulge nearly ended the game right there.
One more move like that and whatever she wanted to ask me could wait.
But I wanted my women present when I fucked them, not enduring, not holding their breath and waiting for it to be over. A woman who wasn’t relaxed couldn’t take me the way I wanted to be taken. I didn’t compromise on that. When I fucked, I wanted all of it, every inch buried, however long that took.
“Do we have a deal?” I kept my lips close to her ear, my fingers moving along her slit, smooth and warm.
She was genuinely beautiful. The kind of beauty that would cost me sleep on nights when she was nowhere near this room.
I pressed my middle finger against her entrance, and shegrabbed my wrist, breathing fast and shallow. Something close to panic moved across her face.
I smirked and tightened my grip around her throat, and she swallowed hard against my fingers.
“Let go.”
“You—” she shifted, trying to find her footing. “Do you have a condom?”
“Why?” I sank my finger inside, and she hissed, her grip on my wrist going slack. “You think I will win?”
“Isn’t that what you want?” She breathed, her body making small concessions it wasn’t announcing out loud.