Page 104 of Fractured Ties

Not that she didn’t like it. She did. Probably too much. That was also part of the problem.

“You don’t even know me,” she whispered.

Kolya shrugged. “I know all the things that matter to me; I will learn the rest, yes?” When she didn’t respond right away, he grinned and raised his brows. Asking again, “Yes? It’s always your choice, Maya.”

He was right there.

Next to taking her—which in the end, had probably been the very best thing to ever happen to her—every choice between them was always left for her to decide. He never stepped in to force something on her, or make her do anything she didn’t actually want to do.

She adored him for that, really.

Amongst many things.

Maya drew in a shaky breath and nodded. “Yes.”

“Good—that’s my dushka, hmm?”

“According to you.”

Kolya chuckled. “And I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Scaring you yesterday—last night, I imagine.”

Maya’s first inclination was to deny it, simply because she didn’t want him to be upset over the fact she had been upset. She settled on the truth instead. “It did scare me.”

“It won’t happen again.”

She doubted that.

He was who he was.

This life was what it was.

She fully believed it would happen again—she simply hoped he would apologize each time it happened. Therein lied the difference.

Kolya was quick to rise from the floor, but not before he pressed a fast and fleeting kiss to her lips on the way up with one of his sexy winks. It was not nearly enough for Maya. It felt more like he’d dangled the promise of something more in front of her very eyes, and then taken it away before she could even try to reach for it.

Maya couldn’t have that.

She fast closed the distance between them and kissed him in a way she hoped made it clear what she wanted—him—and when she wanted it—now. Kolya didn’t hesitate to kiss her back, and if his husky laughter were any indication, he got her unspoken demand well enough.

The bathroom door was slammed shut a second before Kolya shoved her against it. The force was enough to make her spine ache. Yet, she barely felt it at all. How could she, when her attention was spread thin between the way he was kissing her, his hand slipping between her thighs? His palm cupped and stroke her sex, and his other hand that had thrust its way into her hair grabbed tight.

“Fucking made this easy on me, didn’t you?” he asked as his mouth grazed along her chin, letting the pressure of his palm and the tips of his fingers tease her. “Wearing my shirt and no panties. Easy.”

Maya gasped, and tipped her head back to the door when that teasing mouth of his traveled over her throat. He always found the right spots—tasted, bit, and drove her so fucking crazy with just his fingers and mouth alone.

She was hot all over.

Burning up already.

Wanting more.

And entirely unashamed about it.

Her pussy made a wet sucking sound when his fingers finally—finally—slipped inside. Kolya grunted out a low curse in Russian against her throat. He curled his fingers hard against her inner walls in a fast, sure way that had her shaking in just a few strokes.