Next is makeup. I sit in front of the dressing table and stare at the mirror. I don’t want to go overboard or anything, but I kinda want to put in some actual effort. If only to drive Uri crazy. So I go with a sleek cat-eye which complements my dress perfectly. I do a little light contouring around the cheekbones, highlight with rouge, and then finish my face off with a nude lip that brings out their natural pink color. Hours of watching YouTube tutorials on “How to Get the Met Gala Look of Your Dreams” that I never actually intended to make use of are getting put into action.
“Okay,” I tell the seductive stranger staring back at me out of the mirror. “You got this.”
That feeling lasts up until I catch sight of the silver bullet vibrator I’m supposed to shove up my nether regions.
Would Shylyssa do this? I wonder with my breath caught in my chest. Would Ziva?
I toy with the charm. It tinkles beneath my fingers like it’s trying to tell me something. “Oh, for God’s sake—fuck it,” I decide suddenly.
I snatch up the toy, flip up the hem of my dress, and tease it inside of me. It’s cold at first, but once I adjust, it melts into the background. I step into a pair of black lace panties and try to forget about it altogether.
It’s definitely not a tampon, that’s for sure. This thing is three times as big and it doesn’t have the kind of give that a tampon would. But surprisingly, I can walk and move without discomfort.
“So weird,” I mutter as I head downstairs.
Then again, everything about the last several days has been weird. And it doesn’t look like that’s stopping anytime soon.
30
URI
Nikolai’s voice is dark and cranky when he finally answers my call. “What?”
“So I’ve been thinking—”
“Did it hurt?”
I roll my eyes. “Why do you make things so difficult?”
I can’t see him but I’ve known him long enough to be able to tell when he’s smirking. “I’m your older brother. It’s my job to hold you accountable for everything.”
“Do me a favor and take a break every once in a while.”
“No promises.” He chuckles. “What have you been thinking about?”
“We can’t just leave Boris’s threat unanswered. We need to figure out a way to answer without escalating the situation further.”
“This is Boris Sobakin we’re talking about. He is the king of escalation.”
“And I’m the king of this fucking city. So I guess we need to figure out who has the bigger crown.”
There’s a beat of silence. “And what if it turns out he does?”
My jaw clenches hard. “Then I’ll just have to knock it right off his head. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll remove his head altogether.”
“Finally. Something we can agree on.”
“I’ll be over in the night to discuss things.”
“I’ll organize dinner.”
“Don’t bother. I’ll probably be over late.”
“Oh? Got big plans?”
I grit my teeth. He’s fishing and the more I avoid telling him what my plans are, the more he’s going to suspect that my plans revolve around Alyssa. Which, in this case, is accurate.
“I’ll see you tonight,” I say vaguely, trying to put an end to the conversation before he asks about—
“And the girl?” he blurts, ignoring my attempt. “What’s the latest there?”
I’m in the process of trying to figure out an appropriate response when I hear her heels on the staircase. I turn around and my body tenses up. At the same time, all this adrenaline floods through me.
My fucking God, is she gorgeous.
I’ve seen her naked. And I’ve seen her bundled up like she’s about to go out in the middle of a snowstorm. But I’ve never seen her like this.
All dressed up. Sexy dress, high heels, makeup. I see acres of bare skin I want to lick and bite, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders that I can just picture winding around my fist, and her eyes, sparkling with mischief and promise.
The sight of her alone is enough to make me hard as a fucking rock.
Nikolai clears his throat. It takes a few seconds for his voice to register with me. “Uri? Hello… are you there?”
I don’t take my eyes off Alyssa. “I’ve got everything under control,” I growl just before I cut the line while he’s still talking.
I’m vaguely aware of the irony of my words considering just how out of control my body is made by the mere sight of her. Another reason that this spontaneous “date night” idea of mine is probably a huge mistake.
It has to be a consequence of staying away from her these last two days. I’m basically an addict who’d stopped cold turkey. And now, we’re smack dab in the middle of the dam breaking. No one has ever fallen off the wagon this hard.
She just looked so lonely, marooned out there in the garden on that picnic blanket. I watched her for an eternity before I couldn’t hold back anymore. And even as I crossed the lawn toward her, fully aware deep in my bones that this was a terrible idea, it was so easy to convince myself that this was all part of the plan. That I was engendering trust to make her more compliant.
In other words, I was full of shit.
“Hi,” she says, avoiding my gaze.
I swallow down my lust. “Are you wearing everything I sent?”
Alyssa scowls immediately. “Why? Do you wanna check?”
That’s all it takes. Those five little words and my willpower snaps in half. I grab hold of her and shove her against the closest wall, trapping her against my body. Her startled little gasp only makes my cock jump eagerly.
“Don’t mind if I do,” I snarl in her ear as my nose trails the swell of her cheek.
She gasps again and I can feel the goosebumps on her skin erupt beneath my fingertips. She looks up at me, all wide-eyed and breathless, those plump lips of hers parted ever so slightly. How the fuck am I supposed to resist that?
She’s the first and only woman who’s ever had me thinking, I can’t. I’m only fucking human.
I lick the side of her neck while my hand slips up her dress. I have to give myself a pat on the back with this dress. She looks like a dream—but a dream that I can put my hands on. It’s all too easy to slide under her skirt and trace the edge of her lacy underwear.
“U-Uri…”
She doesn’t finish her sentence. That’s all she drops. Just my name. Does she want me to stop? Does she want me to never stop? That remains to be seen.
I push her panties aside and yes, my little kiska has definitely followed orders. Her pussy lips are pushed apart by the small silver vibrator.
“What a good little kitten you are.”
She grits her teeth but her eyelashes flutter wildly. “I… I didn’t do it for you.” She bites down on her bottom lip as she tries to push out her obviously-rehearsed line. “I did it for s-sushi…”
I chuckle darkly, nipping at her neck with my teeth. “We’ll see about that.”
I pull back so that I can see her expression. Then I slide a finger inside her, right over the vibrator. Her mouth forms a perfect little O as she gawks back at me with wide eyes. I push my finger in further and a startled moan escapes those juicy lips.
“How does that feel?”
She’s biting down as a shiver courses through her. “It f-feels… aah…”