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“Mr. Sokolov what are you doing up here? You can’t be here? How did you get in?” She asked wondering why Quarters would let him in. She knew Mr. Sokolov was a powerful man but what was he doing here? What did he want?
“I have invested interests in the club.” He said and stopped where he was.
He gazed over her body and once again, it came to life. How could he do this to her? That accent, the commanding no shit attitude, and the way he held her gaze and looked so damn serious was all too much. He looked really good as usual. Dark suit, burgundy shirt, black tie, and big wide shoulders. She lowered her eyes. She was in enough of a situation wondering how she would deal with Ched Maloney.
“Come here.” He said in a deep, hard tone. She shot her head up and could tell his expression meant business. Her belly quivered.
Oh shit.
“I…I don’t want any trouble.” She responded softly. Why did her voice sound a little breathy?
“Too late for that. Come now.” He ordered.
She got her legs to move and the closer she got, the smaller she felt. She stopped a foot or so in front of him. She looked up into his dark, unreadable, eyes, and her head nearly to her shoulders. She shuttered as he reached for her hand, and looked at her wrist.
“This… is unacceptable.” He raised it slowly upward and kissed her skin there. She nearly moaned, and her
panties dampened, her pussy throbbed. Holy God, what do I do? Why am I reacting to him in this way? Why?
“What’s this about not accepting the ride this evening?” She swallowed hard, as he eased closer. She thought of stepping back but once again her feet wouldn’t move. She was frozen in place, the man super affective over her entire body.
“I think it’s better I take care of myself.” He expertly, slid his arm around her waist and pulled her snug against his chest.
“Oh.” She gasped and held onto his sides.
“Arms at your sides.” He ordered.
“Please, Mr. Sokolov, what’s this all about? What did I do?”
He didn’t say a word to her. She felt his palm slide along her back then up her spine to the back of her head under her hair. He gave a slight tug. Her lips parted. She looked back up into his eyes.
“Do you want to be his whore?” he asked her and she didn’t know what he meant, and then it hit her. He meant Maloney.
“No.”
He stared at her lips and then down toward her breasts and once again she felt as if he touched her with his eyes.
“Then do as I say.”
Oh God.
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Ivan wasn’t expecting this. The submissive reaction, the enticing scent, and the way she felt so small, so feminine in his arms. Nor did he expect the deep, intense feelings of protectiveness that consumed him knowing other men wanted her and specifically, that Ched Maloney made a move. He hurt her.
He leaned down lower, knowing he shouldn’t kiss her. Shouldn’t want for her. Not a man like him, with a life he led, and the enemies that built up. She was too sweet, too good, and too weak to be with a man like him and to be used for his pleasure and nothing more. But as the scent of her shampoo filtered through his nostrils, and the quivering of her body aroused something carnal in him, he just couldn’t seem to stop himself. Ivan pressed his lips to her temple, and then titled her head by giving a slight tug to her hair. She acknowledged without resistance and that meant acceptance. He scattered small kisses along her ear, his nose catching more of her scent and desiring to be as close as he could to such purity and beauty. He moved lower along her jaw, and against her neck, peaking his tongue out to take a little taste and then a little more, sucking against an obvious sensitive chord against her neck.
“Oh God, Mr. Sokolov.”
He tugged her hair, moved his lips to the corner of her mouth. “Ivan.” He said against her skin and that was it.
He held her gaze, and as he went to take a better taste, to press his lips against her soft, delicate flesh, she closed her eyes, accepted his dominance and control and he thought to himself, “It’s just a little taste.”
As he kissed her tenderly, he used his other hand to pull her closer and a bit higher. Even in heels she was petite compared to him. The feel of her round, sexy ass, aroused his body, and her acquiescence permitted him further exploration. He plunged his tongue in deeper, needing to get a better taste of her. He squeezed her ass, his palm nearly encasing both ass cheeks she was so feminine. That protective and now possessive sensation filled his mind. She moaned into his mouth, his arousal heightened and he felt desperate for more of her. Sliding his mouth off of hers and back to her neck, they both panted for breath.
“Oh Mr. Sokolov, this is bad, really bad, we should stop.”
He squeezed her ass and pressed his hips, his erection against her. “Ivan. When we are alone, you call me Ivan. When my mouth, my hands are exploring this body, you let go and you allow it to happen.” He said against her neck then suckled before he lowered his mouth toward the deep cleavage of her breasts.
