“What?” The word comes out as a pant, fear and desire mingled together so thoroughly that she can’t separate them.
Her reaction fuels my determination. Heat courses through me, my cock already stiff despite my pain and fatigue.
I hook my fingers under her leggings and tug them off.
For once, she doesn’t fight me. In fact, she lifts up slightly. Her eyes stay locked on my hands as I drag her underwear past her knees, to her ankles, and off. For an extra bit of flair, I toss them across the room.
They land on the pile of books.
“Just answer my questions, and you’ll get off.” I run my hands back up her toned legs, finishing where I started.
Her mouth clamps shut, her lips trembling and her eyes wide with uncertainty. This side of Nika’s so different from the woman who jumped me in a parking garage and fought me on several occasions. Some sick, twisted part of me enjoys her trepidation just as much as I enjoyed fighting her.
Her thighs spread an inch or two.
I smile, dark satisfaction flooding through me.
She spies my reaction and narrows her eyes. “So you’re going to show me a good time ’til I spill my guts? That’s your plan?” Though her voice mocks me, a tremor ripples along her thighs.
“Mm-hmm.” I caress her legs, my thumbs meeting in the middle. I take my time, relishing the smooth skin over the toned muscle underneath.
“Bring it on, big boy.” Her high, breathy laugh, tinged with an undertone of anxiety, clues me in that she’s nervous despite her bravado. “I bet you crack and give in before I do.” She’s taunting me, trying to act like she’s the one in charge. “You’regoing to have to chop some more firewood in the snow to calm down.”
I tighten my hands on her thighs, my fingers digging in just enough to elicit a sharp gasp. “When did you move here?”
She remains silent, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
Funny how she wasn’t nervous when I was the one bound to a chair.
I lean forward and push her thighs apart. She doesn’t fight me, but unfortunately for her, she’s not getting what she wants. I’m going to make her beg.
I brush my mouth against her inner thigh, barely above the knee. The skin twitches as soon as I touch her.
“How long have you been planning this? The infiltration. The revenge.” I trace upward with my tongue.
Her muscles go rigid, but her mouth remains clamped shut.
“What is Dimitri to you?” My lips drift toward the tender skin where thigh meets hip. I bite down with just enough pressure that she squirms. To get her to understand what I could do if I wanted.
Her responding gasps mix with the crackle of the fire.
“How did you track the Kozlovs?”
She shakes her head, pink suffusing her cheeks.
Damn, she’s beautiful.
While unwanted, I can’t deny the truth of the thought.
Back to less important matters. “Why do you grow all those roses in the greenhouse? All those plants and herbs?” I spread her wider, revealing pink flesh that glistens for me.
She bites her cheek, struggling to stay quiet. I guess she’s starting to catch on to how this will work.
I hunch forward and stroke her with my tongue.
Her eyes flutter shut. “Oh my god.”
“No, Nika. It’s just me. Max. But you can call me ‘god’ if you’d like. You’re doing wonders for my ego.” I lick her again in a long, punishing swipe.
