Ivan’s warning not to let the good slip through my fingers has been circling in my head all day.
Almost of their own accord, my feet take me not to my room but toward the theater.
And there is Eva, curled up on the couch with popcorn, watching a movie. She’s wearing nothing but a skimpy tank top and shorts that leave very little of her body to the imagination. Had Dmitrireally thought she needed those things when I’d ordered him to buy her some clothes? Must she go around the house in them where any of my men can see her?
The thought sends a wave of possessiveness and desire through me, and my imagination doesn’t need much help. I can see in my mind’s eye the curve of her hip where it meets her waist, the hip bones I could trace down to the place between her thighs. I’m suddenly desperate to sink into her.
When her eyes meet mine, all I can do is stand there, torn by indecision. Something might have shifted between us yesterday, but there’s still time to walk away and pretend nothing happened, that what I feel for Eva doesn’t matter.
Instead, I crook my finger at her. She rises slowly, revealing even more of her curvy body, the fullness of her breasts painfully visible through the thin fabric of the tank top. It doesn’t look like she’s wearing a bra.
“Come here.”
My heartbeat skitters faster, pumping blood to the places I’ll need in a minute. I rise to the occasion, and my pants grow uncomfortably tight.
When Eva hesitates, I crook my finger again. “Comehere.”
My voice is gravel in my throat, all I can manage as my blood surges with need and desire.
She crosses the room slowly, giving me an incredible view. Expertly swaying her hips, producing a light bounce in the way her breasts move. She runs her tongue over her lips as if she’s craving me.
The feeling is mutual. I jerk her into me the moment she’s within reach. Eva doesn’t seem to mind the roughness and her eyes never leave mine, as if she’s issuing a challenge.
I lift her onto the credenza, knocking over a lamp, which crashes to the floor. She gasps at the suddenness of it, but the move has also ignited the fire in her dark eyes, and all I can think about is claiming that passion for myself.
Who knew I could get addicted to the bright spirit raging within her? I might be the Kucherov Demon, but Eva is a wildcat, all fire and enthusiasm.
Skimpy as they are, I easily grasp her shorts and underwear in one go and yank them down, flinging them aside as soon as they’re over her feet.
“Evgeny—” she starts, but I’ve already hooked an arm around her waist and dragged her to the credenza’s edge. Her words stop as soon as I sink a finger into her pussy, and I’m pleased to find it already dripping.
“Wet, are you? Wet for me?” I lean forward and murmur the words into her ear, gratified when she shivers as they skim across her skin.
“Yes.” She moans the word as I wiggle my finger, lightly tracing it across the soft folds. “So wet for you.”
“Good. I’m the only one you’re wet for. Do you understand me?”
Eva can only nod, her eyes closed as a second finger joins the first, and she thrusts against me, taking in as much as she can. When I stop my movements, she groans and pushes harder.
“Do you understand?” I ask again, more forcefully, withholding the pleasure until she answers. “No one else. No one else in the house or outside of it.”
I don’t like the way my subordinate looked at Eva yesterday, like he craved her. Nor do I like the idea that Vasya is talking to Ivan about her. I’ve seen them laughing and talking together, and the way he sneaks glances at her when he thinks I’m not looking makes my blood boil.
She moans, wriggling on my fingers, and I withdraw them. Her big brown eyes snap open.
“Say it,” I growl.
“Only you. Only you can fuck me.”
“No one else!”
“No one else. I swear!”
I can hear the desperation in Eva’s dirty words, and it’s more than enough to satisfy me and give her a little reward.
Instead of sliding my fingers back inside her, I bend down and lick her from top to bottom, taking in her scent and taste for the first time.
Eva squeals, her body shaking, her hands burying themselves in my hair as I continue to eat her out, licking and nibbling her swollen clit, until the credenza rattles with the desperate, jerky movements of her hips.
