“Fuck!”
As I plunge in again, her curse echoes off the walls. Her hands tangle in her thick, dark hair, and she whips her head back and forth.
We’re both close as I pound into her. But I falter as Eva does something unexpected. She places her hands on either side of my face, her eyes open and locked on mine as though she’s trying to find my soul in this raw moment.
Her hands slide into my hair, gripping it between her fingers, and her nails dig into my scalp deliciously.
“Let me come.” Her words are barely a breath, a whisper between ragged moans and cries of pleasure. “God, just let me come. I can’t take it anymore!”
“Beg me,” I grit out, barely holding off my own orgasm.
“Please.” Another whisper before her fingers dig into my scalp again. “Please! I’m begging you, Evgeny! Let me come.”
I take up my rhythm again, reaching between us to press my thumb to her clit. It only takes a heartbeat more before Eva arches against me, shaking and spasming, her scream echoing through the room. I only last a moment more, roaring my release and shooting my hot seed deep into her.
Eva closes her eyes again, her cheeks flushed, her mouth kiss-swollen. And in this moment, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. Sexy, yes, hot as fuck, yes. More than that, though. Something in her spirit, the fire and passion in her eyes, stirs a part of my soul I didn’t know existed.
But had that face betrayed me? Tried to seduce me for some nefarious purpose? I’m in danger of falling, and I have to know if she’s an enemy or someone I can invite to my bed.
Those eyes, those eyes that make me feel like she can see straight through to my soul, fly open as I push down on her shoulders, holding her against the bench.
“Tell me the truth. Are you working for Tsepov? Do you have connections with the Sokolinaya Bratva?”
Stark anger blows away Eva’s post-orgasmic haze, and when she struggles beneath me, it’s not from desire. “What?”
“Are you working with Tsepov to take me down?”
“What the fuck? No!” Eva’s movements become jerkier as she tries to pull out from under me, her eyes, which a moment ago were filled with raw lust, now blazing with fury.
She yelps as my grip tightens, her thrashing becoming more violent. But I have to know, because this woman is sinking beneath my skin, and I don’t know how to root her out. The desire to do so in the first place is slipping away with every moment she’s under my roof.
Should I believe her? Should I believe what I overheard her telling Vasya? Vasya seems to believe her and so does Dmitri. But I don’t have the luxury of believing or trusting, not in my world.
But for the first time in a long time, I want to.
As I let her go and get back on my feet, I tell her, “I hope you’re telling the truth, because if I find out you’re lying, you won’t like the consequences.”
I hold out my hand to help Eva up. She stares at it dumbly for several heartbeats before shoving it away and darting across the room to get her clothes.
“Stay the fuck away from me, you psychotic asshole,” Eva spits, struggling into her leggings. She’s only just pulling her sweater over her head as she yanks open the door and rushes out, leaving me standing there winded, sweaty, still half-erect, and naked.
It wasn’t my proudest moment, but I had to know. I had to use her moment of vulnerability to find the answer I desperately sought.
She’s mine.
The words that had run through my head with Vasya blare through me like a klaxon again.
Eva is a firebrand, just as I imagined. She isn’t some woman looking to seduce me for the power and money I represent. Not like the ones who lie there quietly, trying not to look at my face, their gaze elsewhere as I grunt above them.
No, Eva could give me blow for blow if I let her. She is the type who doesn’t like taking orders.
That’s when I realize that Eva never once looked away from my face, from my scars. She even put her hands on them before tangling her fingers in my hair.
A host of emotions assault me, emotions I don’t want to feel or even entertain. The anger rushes back, hotter than before, and I pick up a weight and hurl it into the mirror with a roar.
It shatters with the tinkling sound of rain, leaving a carpet of glimmering shards across the floor.
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