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He tasted like bourbon, the liquor bitter yet inviting at the same time. I was drawn to him as I’d been before, a moth to a flame. My heart flickered as he thrust his tongue past my lips, engulfing my mouth completely. He wasn’t just a powerhouse in providing damage to anyone who dared cross him. He was also an extreme source of power in everything he did.
Including kissing.
I was quivering to my core, everything inside of me pulsing erratically. The fire we’d shared before had remained active, now doused with gasoline. The deep need I’d felt before hadn’t subsided, now even more desperate. I curled my arm around his neck, my body swaying as he held me close. The heat was almost oppressive, pulling out the same darkness I’d seen in him.
What the hell was I doing with this man? I couldn’t want him, especially now, but there was no avoiding the extreme sensations or the intense longing. As he dominated my tongue, sweeping his back and forth, I’d never felt so lost in my life.
I wanted to feel dirty, as if every time he touched my skin, I’d given away a part of me, but the reality was that he completed me in some crazy way. As the moment of passion continued, a few seconds of rationality finally set in. I managed to break the kiss, the flash of anger on his face a reminder that I was nothing more to him than a way to find answers.
I had every reason to hate him. I was also horrified at what I’d fallen into. When I tried to slap him again, he grabbed my wrist, twisting my arm enough I cried out.
“I thought we had an understanding. I guess I’ll need to make it much clearer to you.” His tone was darker, deeper and I sensed his irritation given he was about issue a proclamation.
Or a warning.
“Please do,” I countered, trying to find my voice. I wanted nothing more than demonize him because I knew if I managed to do that, I’d find it easier to hate him. But every time I looked into his eyes, butterflies swarmed my stomach, lust replacing the loathing I’d felt only seconds earlier. He was staring at me in amusement, a slight smile curling across his lips. “Go ahead.”
He let go of my arm but remained only a few inches away. “I can tell you’re going to remain defiant, malen’kiy ognennyy shar. Very well. Have it your way. Undress.”
As I’d seen before, his expression changed, none of the amusement I’d seen earlier remaining.
“What gives you the right to order me around?”
He huffed. “The right?Is that what you asked me?”
I expected him to come at me, to release the obvious anger he’d been holding since releasing me from the trunk, but he grew sad instead. Or maybe haunted. Swallowing hard, I had no decent answer. I couldn’t make any demands, but he pulled out entirely different emotions in me than anyone else ever had. I backed away, no longer finding my voice.
As I’d seen before, there was something primal about him, but the darkness had encased him. I’d pushed one button too many.
“What are you going to do to me?”
I could tell he was debating, studying me as if uncertain of how I’d react to being punished. He’d spanked me before, but the moments of pain had added to the extreme pleasure we’d shared. I doubted what he would do this time would lead to anything resembling what we’d shared before.
The intensity of the look in his eyes was as unnerving as the man. I wished he would get on with determining what he was going to do to me. Spanking me. Fucking me. Whatever it was, I couldn’t take the heavy anxiety. Getting it over with would make things much easier. The lump remained in my throat as I slowly started backing away. Even his breathing was entirely different, the raspy sound unlike any normal sound. I could swear he was turning into an animal before my eyes.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
His statement shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did. “I don’t want to have sex with you, Kirill. There is no way after what happened and after finding out who you really are that I can even stand the thought of being intimate with you.”
He walked closer, matching every backward step I took. When I was finally incapable of going anywhere else, the wall preventing me from escaping his clutches, I slammed out my hands as soon as he approached. He allowed my palms to stop him, but I knew not for very long. He could easily take what he wanted.
“As happened from the first minute you walked in through my door, your body betrays you. Don’t you think I can tell by the way you look at me or when your mouth quivers how much you crave my touch? Your nipples are already hard, sweet Candy, your pulse rapid.”
I bit my cheek as I’d done so many times around him, darting a look at the stupid, torn tee shirt, the outline of my nipples easy to see through the thin fabric. The very core of my being was pulsing, the longing even more intense. I was swept up in his scent just like before.
“And your pussy is wet. Isn’t it?”
He didn’t bother waiting for my answer, sliding his hand between my legs. As he rocked it forward and backward, I bucked against his indecent touch almost instantly, moans slipping past my lips. He knew exactly how to drive me crazy with desire, incapable of making any rational decisions.
“Answer me, my little rebel.”
Of course he knew the answer. I imagined his fingers were slickened from my juice. The seductive nature of the man as well as his voice made me want to answer him, to concede that he drove me crazy.
“Yes.”
His smile was at least a small reward for being a good girl.
“Then it’s settled. First, I fuck you. Then I spank you.”
