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[REBECCA]
“And you are the man who brings me peace.” I whispered the words ever so softly. “The man who makes my heart flutter and fills my stomach with butterflies. Just one look from you, a simple word, just one sweet kiss, or one soft caress, it is enough to make me the happiest woman. You are my strength, Artemy.”
His arms tightened around me, and I smiled. Oh yes, my words had the same effect on him as his words had on me.
Artemy was a man of few words, yet he was able to say so much to me. I wished I had more to say. I wished I had more words to show what my heart…what I truly felt. But I didn’t.
I’d rather just show him. Bringing his lips to mine, I kissed him. Softly and gently. The kiss wasn’t fast or hard. It was sweet and slow. We took our time, our lips moving in sync, and we savored each other. Artemy let me lead the kiss. He didn’t push for more. He let me kiss him. So I did, for the longest time.
Our tongues mated together in a slow, sweet loving. We kissed until we were breathless. And when we pulled apart, my heart felt like it had been restored. By the look Artemy was giving me, I could tell he felt the same.
My lips still tingled from the kiss. I could still feel him there, and a dreamy smile spread across my lips.
“I dreamed of you before you came into my life. When I was still a little boy, I dreamed of you. Black hair and green eyes, with a beautiful smile,” Artemy said gruffly, his voice tight with emotions.
I stuttered, and he smiled. “You were always meant for me, Rebecca.”
“I was.” I nodded in agreement. “I just wished I had found you sooner, Artemy. Then you wouldn’t have needed to wait for me for so long.”
“It doesn’t matter. You found me now, and I’m never letting you go.”
“I don’t want you to ever let me go. Even if you tried, I’ll just come back,” I teased, although the words spoken rang with the truth.
“Good.” This time, it was Artemy who took my lips.
The kiss wasn’t sweet as before. He devoured me. He kissed me a like a madman. Like an animal craving for his mate. He took my lips deeply and possessively. Artemy kissed me with all he had.
His tongue shoved past my lips, kissing me with a frenzied desperation. I moaned against his lips, my hands going to his hair, my fingers tightening. He nipped at my bottom lip, and I leaned more into his kiss, demanding more.
When he pulled away, I could feel his pounding heart against mine. Artemy stared down at me with soft eyes, although the lust was blazing there with ferocious intensity. I trembled in anticipation for him.
“Do you forgive me?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
Smiling, I combed my fingers through his hair, gently grazing my nails on the back of his neck, just the way he loved it. “I do. I had already forgiven you before you even dragged me here. Actually, I was coming up to talk to you but you beat me to it.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his eyes roaming over my face and then staring into mine deeply, looking for confirmation.
“Yes, Artemy,” I nodded. “I forgive you.”
And then his lips crashed to mine again. Giving me a hard, bruising kiss, he left me breathless. When he pulled away, I groaned a little. I could feel his hard on between my parted thighs.
I was turned on. I needed him. I forgave him.
“I forgive you, but I’m still a little mad that you touched Tiffany,” I mumbled as his lips started to descend toward mine again.
Artemy froze, his lips mere inches from mine. “I know,” he mumbled back.
And then there it was. That smirk I loved so much. The corner of his lips tilted up just a little, and I had to suppress my moan.
Before I could say anything else, he rolled us over quickly, eliciting a shocked gasp from me. Artemy laid on his back, his head on his pillow as I straddled him, my knees on either side of his hips.
Artemy gifted me with his perfect smirk before slightly pushing upward and rolling his hips against mine. This time a moan escaped past my lips unashamedly when his hard cock pressed into me.
“I know,” he said again.
And then another roll of his hips.
He teased me, his rigid length rubbing deliciously against my covered crotch. Even through his slacks and my panties, I felt him. Hard, warm and ready.
“You can give me any punishment you want,” Artemy replied gruffly. I stared down at him through hazy eyes, and he sent me a wink, raising an eyebrow in suggestion.
Artemy slowly moved the hem of my dress upward, his fingers moving over my bare thighs. He drove me crazy with his teasing touch. When I finally got what he meant, I let out a small laugh.
He was impossible. Insatiable.
I hummed, giving my hips a tentative roll. Artemy groaned, slightly bucking upward. My hands went between us, and I cupped him through his slacks.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
I gave him a small squeeze, teasing him in return. I almost let out another moan at the feel of him, the hardness of him, pressing into my palm. I rubbed him over his pants, my hazy eyes on his lustful ones.
“Any punishment? Anything I want?” I asked, continuing my slow teasing touch.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “Anything.”
Leaning forward until my face was inches above his, our lips almost touching, I whispered, my voice coming out huskily. “Anything?”
“Anything, kitten,” he readily agreed, rolling his hips upward again, pressing into my palm.
Smiling, I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and then leaned back. Letting go of his cock, I raised an eyebrow of my own.
“Fine. You can’t touch me for three days.”
Artemy’s eyes widened as he froze, his mouth falling open in shock. “What?” he sputtered. Before he could stop me, I rolled off him and quickly got out of the bed.
He sat up, still staring at me in complete bafflement. “You heard me. You can’t touch me for three days.”
“No,” Artemy snapped. “We are not doing this. One fucking week of being away from you, not touching you. And now another three days? No. Fucking. Way.”
“Yes,” I replied back calmly. “That’s your punishment.”
Rubbing a hand over his face in frustration, he growled. “I had another type of punishment in mind.”
Oh yeah, he definitely did. I wouldn’t have minded either, but this time, it was my turn to tease him. I was going to enjoy it.
Artemy stared blankly at me for a few seconds before he smirked, his eyes turning dark with lust again. “Kitten,” he said huskily.
Oh no. No. I knew what he was doing.
I took a step away from the bed as he got off, stalking toward me. “No, Artemy.”
“I know you want me,” he continued, his hand going down to cup himself. He was still hard.
I was in trouble. I couldn’t deny him, especially when he was like this.
Placing a hand out, I tried to glare, although I could already feel myself growing wet. Ah! Get yourself together, Rebecca.
“No. Stay,” I ordered.
He paused, cocking his head to the side. “I’m not a dog, Rebecca.”
“Your sexy voice and sinfully delicious, beautiful body is not going to work on me this time,” I muttered. I meant it to be low, but he heard the words.
Wanting to smack myself, I only glared at Artemy when he chuckled low. “Hmm…so you like my sinfully delicious, beautiful body?”
Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms. “Stop it.”
Artemy stalked toward me until he was standing in front of me, our bodies almost touching. “There is nothing wrong with that. You’re my woman. You have every right to appreciate my body and call it whatever you like,” he muttered in my ear, his breath tickling me there.
“And if you stop being stubborn, you can do anything you like with it too.” He placed a kiss on my ear, his tongue moving downward to my neck, leaving a wet trail. He kissed, licked, and sucked until it was almost impossible to refuse him.
“Artemy,” I breathed.
“You want my cock inside of you, don’t you? I know you’re wet right now, dripping for me.”
He was right. This infuriating man.
“Artemy.” Placing my hand over his chest, I pushed him away. “Behave. It’s only three days.”
“Exactly! Three fucking days of torture!” he growled, crossing his arms over his chest. “One day,” he tried to bargain.
Not happening.
“Nope. Three days.”
“One day, kitten. That’s all you’re getting.”
“No.”
“Fine! One day and a half.”
“No. Three days.”
“Rebecca, stop being stubborn,” Artemy glared.
“You stop being stubborn. You said any punishment.” I glared back.
“Two days! That’s it. No more,” Artemy snapped.
“No.”
“Two days, Rebecca. Whether you like it or not, I’m coming for you in two days,” he said, the promise clear in his eyes and voice.
Throwing my hands in the air, I huffed. “Fine! Two days of no touching.”
“Can you wait for that long?” he asked, coming closer again.
No. It was going to be torture.
“No,” I replied honestly. “You’re right. It’s going to be torture.”
Artemy sighed before wrapping his arms around me. “Then why?”
“Maybe I am still a little mad?” Returning his hug, I placed a kiss over his chest. “I forgave you. But that doesn’t mean I’m not still slightly hurt.”
“Okay. Two days,” he mumbled in my ear.
Artemy pulled back, and I leaned on my tip-toes, kissing him soundly on the lips. Pulling away, I pressed my palm over his chest. “I need to get back to work.”
He brought his hand up and trailed a finger down my cheek. “I’ll see you down for dinner.”