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“No one talks to me like that and gets away with it,” I murmured into her neck.
The desire to touch her, to mark her, and to own her consumed me, I had to taste her. I let my gaze slide over her inviting lips and aimed my teeth at the soft skin at the junction of her neck and shoulders. She was so vulnerable, and I had expected her to resist, fight back, squirm, anything, but release her tension and melt into me.
Her soft moan hit my ears and a fire traveled straight to my cock, making it twitch and throb with a heavy need. She felt so damn good. I sank my teeth deeper, then soothing the sting with my tongue, her back arched, and her perky nipples poked against my chest.
“Ohh …” she whimpered, and her eyes widened in shock.
I stifled a groan. Stifled the urge to forget all logic and shove my cock into her at that moment. She was fucking irresistible and fucking stubborn; the combination was lethal. And somehow, she was perfect for me.
She began to wriggle under my hold, but I tightened my grip, inching my lips to her ear. Her chest heaved, and her breath was ragged and raspy.
I nibbled and kissed the soft skin under her earlobe. She shuddered and I felt my iron-clad self-control wither away like wilting flowers. “Your loved ones will remain safe, but you are mine, krasotka.”
“But …”
I seized her mouth, swallowing her protest, and coaxed her lips to part. She tilted her head, opened up, and allowed me to fill her mouth with my tongue. I kissed her with a ravenous hunger until we both gasped for breath.
Fuck.
I didn’t know when I had let go of her hands and cupped her cheeks, pulling her in, and deepening our kiss. She tasted so fucking sweet and innocent, and her soft sounds drove me to the brink.
My fingers drifted from her collarbone to her breasts, my mouth followed the same path and covered her skin with warm kisses. One hand molded her breast and squeezed hard. She pushed herself deeper into my palm. My other hand caught the hem of her dress, gathering the fabric as I slid higher and higher up her thigh. She whimpered softly, and for a moment I stared at her beautiful rosy, juicy lips before kissing her again. Heat blasted through me, and my erection became harder.
Dammit, I could lose myself in her.
My tongue tangled with hers. Warm and fierce, like the rest of her attitude. Her fingers skimmed over my shoulders to the buttons of my shirt, and I did not stop her.
I let her touch me. And the realization hit me with the speed of a lightning bolt. I grabbed her wrists again, not tight enough to hurt her, but to restrain her from going further.
My fingers found the elastic band of her panties and traced the lines to the covering between her legs. I cupped her sex and rubbed her clit through the thin fabric.
Her head lolled backward, and her eyes rolled. She jolted at first but then bucked her hip into my hand. “Oh! Fuck!”
Fuck. Her cursing turns me on even more.
My forehead fell on hers and my fingers slid between her panties, touching her bare skin. We shared our breaths. I kissed her as deeply and roughly as I needed to. She ground against my hand and lifted her hip to encourage me further.
She was fucking wet. And shaking. I studied her face; she was so willing and wanting. There was something pure, and unadulterated about her reactions. How she tried to hold in her moans but failed. The way she gave in so easily and innocently wanted to touch me. At that moment I realized that she was a virgin. Yes, I know one when I see one.
My desire came to a screeching halt and my eyes widened; I withdrew my hand as if I’d been burned. She stopped moving, and her jaw dropped when I rose from the bed and adjusted myself.
I saw the question in her eyes asking why I had stopped. Thankfully, a buzz from my pocket cut through the silence before the words could come out of her mouth. I pulled out my phone, glanced at the screen, and back at her flushed cheeks. Maintaining a straight face, I said, “We will continue this another time,” and walked away.
“I hate you!”, she huffed.
I smiled to myself, I've often heard these words too, usually when the woman was about to come.
I felt her eyes burning on my back as I shut the door.
The message had been an excuse to let her go in the meantime. I remembered the bruises on her wrist and made a mental note to have Viktor call Doctor Sergei to check them out. Did I feel sorry for her? Maybe, a tiny bit. I couldn’t blame her; I had stormed into her world, completely uninvited, abducted her, and stole the breath from her lungs with my lips.
But that was the point: Leaving her at that exact moment to make her want for more. More of me.
Chapter 7 – Juliana
What had I done wrong?
Where did I go wrong?
