Hero: Viktor. Russian billionaire. He wants to know all of the princess’s secrets. Staring with getting her clothes off to see the secret of her body.
Heroine: Sophia. Princess by day, mercenary by night. Wants revenge on bad people and has devoted her life to secretly do this. Also has been in lust with Viktor for years.
He groaned before slipping the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders. It took great effort to pry her hands from his body long enough to send the material to the floor. She hadn’t bothered with a bra since the dress was tight and lined. She heard him utter a harsh Russian curse when his hands caressed her heated bare skin. He broke away to gaze down at her body.
With a show of strength, he lifted her and tossed her to the bed. A gasp escaped her when her back met soft bedding. His intense look followed the way her breasts bounced with the movement.
“Spread your legs for me.” His demand was softly spoken, but no less a command as he removed his shirt with very deliberate movements.
Her breathing was ragged, and her eyes tracked the way his shoulders flexed with every movement. She hadn’t ever been ordered to do anything in bed, but it made her nipples so much tighter. His intent gaze only added to the intensity of the moment.
She spread her thighs, emboldened by the hard bulge fighting the confines of his slacks. His expression seemed to warm when she did as ordered. The delicate black lace didn’t cover much, and she wondered why he hadn’t told her to remove her panties first.
“Slide the material over. Show me.” The words were a guttural command this time. She swallowed because his demanding nature ignited something inside her. The desire to obey fought with the need to rebel. The entire time, his eyes tracked her face and her body, seeming to catalog her every reaction.
“Do you always give orders in bed?” Huskier words had never left her lips.
“Yes. And you like it.” An arrogant statement if she’d ever heard one.
“So sure?” she challenged.
“Yes. Show me.”
She’d gotten wetter with every second, every word he spoke, but she felt the need to push him, so she hesitated. When his eyes shot to hers, she arched a brow while very slowly sliding the material aside. Her clit throbbed as the fabric rasped against the sensitive nub. She was tormenting herself with this show.