Sinful Games (Sinful #2) | 18+

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE (+18)

TRIGGER WARNING SEXUAL SCENE 

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"Sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love."

― Gabriel García Márquez

Alexsei

Caia fucking Mankiev will be the death of me.

I was sure of it now.

"Take it off," I whispered, feeling her grin against my lips as she complied, drawing her black dress up her thighs.

Her hands found my shoulders, pushing me back onto the couch as she straddled my hips.

With ease, she removed her dress, revealing a matching set of simple black underwear.

Fuck, she was wearing a thong again.

I couldn't help but lick my lips as I reached for her, grasping her firm ass in my hands.

To be completly honest, I had known this extravagant gift would please her—what photographer wouldn't be ecstatic over a camera worth more than 20k?—but I never expected her gratitude to manifest in a kiss.

It was beyond my fucking wildest dreams.

I had braced myself for a curt thank you and the same chilly distance she had maintained for the past week.

But certainly not that fucking kiss.

When her lips timidly met mine in a quick peck, I couldn't help but let out a satisfied groan.

Cupping the back of her head, I drew her closer, pressing my lips firmly against hers and setting her small gift aside on the table. One hand cradled her neck while the other rested around her waist.

I knew I would fuck her tonight.

It was my all plan.

But I expected it to be more challenging than this.

Not that I was fucking complaining, though.

Her nails dug into my scalp as I trailed my hands up her back, loving the sensation of her skin against mine.

"Alexsei—"

Without hesitation, I pressed her down to capture her lips in a hungry kiss, eliciting a moan from her that went straight through my groin.

As I licked her lips and tangled my tongue with hers, she tasted divine.

Sweet, intoxicating, and undeniably mine.

She tasted like my fucking wife.

I swiftly untied her bra, my lips still locked with hers, and helped her out of it before deciding to sweep her up into my arms.

"Wait!"

As I carried her towards my bedroom, her little protests only fueled my desire.

I dipped my head and trailed my tongue along her neck, sucking hard on the skin.

The sensation of her tits against my chest, her legs wrapped around my hips—it was overwhelming and yet not nearly enough.

"No more waiting, love."