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With a devilish smile, he cradles my face in his hands and stops me from getting close enough to kiss him. Frustration pulses in my temples.
“Tell me you want me,” he breathes, extremely close to my lips.
“In your dreams, Arcadi.”
He laughs softly, then slowly guides me backward toward the couch.
“Do you like to play, Lancaster?”
“I like to win.”
Another deep laugh rumbles inside him, sending a shiver down my spine. Vadim gently pushes me back, and I fall onto the couch, becoming trapped between the cushions and his muscular body. Slowly, without rushing, he brings his lips toward mine. He brushes against them, traces them with his tongue, nibbles at them.
I don’t let him have his way. I bite him. Hard.
“Is that allowed?” he growls.
“My game, my rules.”
His powerful arms lift me up, and I let out a cry of surprise when he pins me roughly against the wall, which has been chilled by the air conditioning. I feel his fingers sink into the flesh of my bare thighs. Then his greedy, voracious kisses make me lose all sense of time and space. I pant against his mouth, my trembling hands digging into his tousled hair before slipping beneath his T-shirt. An exquisite, creeping heat spreads through my lower belly.
“I love it when you get fierce,” he murmurs against my neck.
My feet find the floor again, but Vadim immediately grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. I don’t need my hands to feel him hardening against me. His gray eyes stay locked on mine as he traces the contours of my bikini with his fingertip.
“Nothing to say, Lancaster?”
“Kiss me, Arcadi. My teeth are waiting for you.”
“Don’t you know it turns me on when good girls act bad?”
There’s that demonic smile.
And my stupid heart trying to break out of my chest…
Our lips part, and our mouths collide; his tongue forces its way in, and the kiss sweeps us into a frenzied waltz. Breathless. Exhilarating. Vadim pulls off his T-shirt, and I feel the urge to run my tongue over his smooth, burning skin. His hands drift to my breasts, caressing them through the fabric of my top. Then, they slide beneath my bikini bottoms, grab my ass, and draw a sudden moan from me.
“Come…”
“Where?”
He leads me toward the door and grabs a key card from the large table in the entryway.
“Vadim?”
“Trust me,” he murmurs as he steps into the hallway, still shirtless.
We sprint like crazy to the next door, all the way at the other end of the corridor. Like the perfect gentleman, he lets me enter the new suite first.
“Welcome to our secret little spot.”
I stare in amazement at the room and its endless marble surfaces. Then, my eyes widen even more when I discover… a private swimming pool. The turquoise water is surrounded by enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a breathtaking view of the magnificent Bellagio fountains and the replica of the Eiffel Tower.
Suddenly, the sound of a huge splash makes me jump. My crazy lover has just leapt into the five-foot-deep pool, completely naked. His slicked-back hair and gleaming body break the surface, and I stand there, speechless, my heart pounding as I admire his physique.
“Alma, do I really have to come get you?”
I take off my bikini, and his eyes track my movements. Then, I slip into the warm water and take a few steps toward him. With his back to me now, Vadim is completely at my mercy, and I wrap myself around him.
