The Agreement (Darkest Lies Trilogy Book 1) by Bethany-Kris (motivational books for men .TXT) 📕

the second her lungs ached with fresh air, but his next words sent her spinning in a whole new way.

“Your mouth isn’t the only thing I want to taste,” he told her.

Roman shoved a hand between her thighs, and managed to push her dress up higher at the same time. Or it could have been the fact she widened her stance for him to do it. His fingers found the dampness and warmth seeping through the lace of her panties, two of them rubbing hard against her until she moved back against his hand for more. Her body sought what it wanted from him, the sparks of lust dancing over her skin with dangerous intent.

Only the rain kept her from sizzling into a plume of smoke because the fire inside of Karine raged hotter than ever. Devastatingly so. She’d never wanted a man.

Not like she wanted this one.

She stroked him back, too, feeling his thick cock throb hard inside his pants when she angled her rocking body into his to let him feel more of her. Pushed against the brick wall behind her, Karine couldn’t take her eyes off Roman when he lifted her leg up, and his palm cupped her knee. That mouth of his came back for more, his tongue thrusting beyond her parted lips to slam into her own while his cock pushed in between her thighs.

She loved how he encompassed her—how he surrounded her with his size and strength. His presence loomed over hers, and yet he couldn’t look away. Or maybe he just didn’t want to. She wasn’t diminished in front of him ... not at all.

Karine was all he seemed to see.

In a way, that was terrifying.

Even if she did want it.

“What else do you want to taste?” she asked, breathless.

She shouldn’t ask, or want to know. Karine still did, and there wasn’t a single part of her that regretted it at the moment, either.

Roman’s fingers ghosted over her swollen clit through the flimsy fabric of her panties, doing nothing to offer a semblance of a barrier between them. “I think you know exactly what, babe.”

God, yes.

Her pleased sighs even came out raspy as he touched her everywhere. From the hand between her thighs to the one working her body higher. He traced the curve of her neck before he tugged at her earlobe with his teeth, and then those lips of his trailed down the slick skin of her trembling jaw.

What were they even doing like this?

She didn’t know, but ... she wanted more. She wanted to give him everything he liked, anything he might think to ask her for in that second, she’d happily hand it over. However he wanted it, too. Even if that meant spreading her legs for him in a dark, dirty alley on the night of her engagement dinner.

Really, she wasn’t thinking about Dima, or her father. Or anything else except the man touching her, for that matter. Even if that meant she was stupid to do so. All he had to do was say the words for Karine to agree, but Roman held back.

He hesitated, and she saw it.

Felt it, too.

“Is it because of my father?” she whispered.

His jaw worked hard, tensing over and over while his hands stilled on her body before he finally replied, “Partly.”

He didn’t want to overstep—but the boundaries were already fading into the distance, right? That was long gone, now.

Although, Karine wasn’t about to forget the fact that just seconds earlier, Roman touched her like he wasn’t afraid of having to answer for it. She willed that boldness from earlier to come back—that piece of herself that wasn’t afraid to ask him to taste her, touch her. If she asked now, would he fuck her, too?

She decided she would just say it, whether he said one thing and did another, but the sound of the door squeaking open to her side stopped Karine’s words right in their tracks. The restaurant’s emergency exit door.

Something snapped in her, dragging her back to a horrifying reality, and she forgot all about the courage building inside her. Roman came to the same conclusion she did, his reaction mirroring hers when Karine pulled away from him, and he didn’t stop her.

“Karine, are you out here?” came the call from the opened doorway.

It was Masha. The older woman stood silhouetted by the shadows at the door, peering into the darkness because she probably couldn’t see more than a couple of feet beyond her position.

Luckily.

Roman had slipped off to the side, further hidden in the shadows. She hoped Masha couldn’t see him when she stepped up quickly towards her nanny whose gaze affixed to her emerging figure through the darkness.

Masha’s brows furrowed—a mixture of worried and annoyance stared back. “What are you doing?”

The woman didn’t even attempt to hide the way she looked her over, taking in every imperfection she could manage. Karine brought her fingers up to her face, reminding herself how her makeup and hair was likely ruined. So was her dress, now.

She almost apologized for her state.

Almost.

Karine couldn’t find it in herself to care, though. Not after ... everything else. She was still riding a high of her own making—as precarious as it was.

“Sorry, I lost track of time ... and the rain,” she tried to say, the excuse already forming on the tip of her tongue.

Masha’s eyes grew narrower. “Just get inside—go to the bathrooms where you were supposed to be. I brought a bag of things in case we needed it. So we can fix all this. It’s nothing to worry about. Go on, now.”

Karine tried to smile, and at least appear grateful as she walked past in a hurry. She didn’t dare look back for Roman, hoping he would have enough good sense to remain where he couldn’t be seen until Masha had followed her inside.

She slipped beyond Masha in the open exit door, and once again, the sounds of the celebrations inside hit her. Apparently, that was what she needed to kill