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The brutal man tossed me over his shoulder with ease, acting as if I weighed nothing in his arms.
There was no sense in fighting him. It wasn’t just about how strong, powerful, or dangerous he was. Another wave of excitement had surged through me. I couldn’t seem to get enough of him, and he knew it. He was using my attraction to him to keep me in line. What could I say or do? Nothing.
He moved from one massive space to another, walking into what had to be his private quarters, the other used for business maybe? I tried to lift my head, paying attention to my surroundings. While his condo was gorgeous, windows on several sides, it was as austere as the apartment above mine. There were at least two flashy cars in his private parking garage, and I gathered the furniture was terribly expensive, but there was nothing personal about it.
It was as if the life had been sucked out of him, everything merely functional.
After carrying me into a bedroom, he immediately tossed me onto the center of the bed. I moved onto all fours, staring at him as he ripped off his jacket, tossing it aside, wasting no time in unbuttoning his shirt, merely peeling it over his shoulders. Everything about him was entirely different, including his roughness. I reacted as I’d done the first time, scrambling to get off the bed.
Kirill snagged my wrist, yanking me back with ease. Then he cupped both sides of my face, his breathing ragged as he rubbed his thumbs across my skin with enough pressure that he twisted my mouth.
“You shouldn’t fight me any longer, moya krasota. That will only make your punishment that much worse.” He lowered his head until our lips were only centimeters apart.
I snapped my fingers around his wrists as I rose onto my knees, thinking I could pull away his hands. I should have known better. He kept the pressure as he pressed his lips against mine. I was surprised when he kept his kiss gentle, brushing his lips back and forth. Still, I sensed his hunger was heightened, becoming even more insatiable.
There wasn’t a part of me that wasn’t tingling. He continued the soft touch, darting his tongue across the seam of my mouth, and everything seemed far too intimate. My mind was ready to explode, my body incapable of shutting down like I’d fully intended on doing. Everything seemed desperate, his needs greater than before, yet so perfectly controlled that I knew at some point he would crack.
He slowly forced my lips to open, to accept his tongue’s domination of mine. Then the kiss became more insatiable and unyielding, his mouth capturing mine. There was something about this connection, this moment we were sharing that seemed as different as his kiss.
Not just personal, but as if he was ensuring I accepted that I belonged to him. His two-day beard scratched my skin, but the subtle discomfort added to the extreme arousal. I found myself clinging to him as if he was my only lifeline, raking my nails down his sides. If he was experiencing any pain, there was no way I’d know it even if every sound he made was like a wild animal, guttural and predatory.
I melted into him, the heat of his skin skimming against mine, creating another wave of searing electricity. He took his time exploring my mouth, losing himself in the pleasure without fear of interruption or time constraints.
Whatever this was exploding between us, I sensed a complete change in our roles. He’d allowed me to play before. Now he was asserting his full authority, nothing off limits. I closed my eyes, enjoying the various vibrations. When he pulled me even closer, I arched my back, savoring the feel of his throbbing cock pressing against my chest. He pulled me back onto my feet, crushing his body against mine. I was small and helpless in his arms, forced to accept his power over me.
I continued to shiver, my nipples aching from the way my bra shifted back and forth. I rolled my hands over his shoulders, marveling in the feel of him, so rugged. So muscular.
When he finally broke the kiss, the look in his eyes was raw and uncensored, so easy to read, the vile and filthy things he had planned for me disgusting.
Exciting.
My God, I was fatigued from the continued shots of electricity coursing through me.
He released his hold, but only for a few seconds, grabbing my shirt and ripping it over my head. Another growl left his mouth as he cupped my breasts, dropping his head and engulfing my nipple.
“Oh, God.” I was powerful in his hold, my mind racing as he filled me with an entirely new, heightened sense of need. I craved his cock filling me, taking me completely. Even though I wanted him, I’d been unable to get the ugly visions out of my head. Three dead men. The look in Kirill’s eyes when he’d pulled me from the wretched darkness had been almost as terrifying as the ordeal I’d just gone through.
The man had no soul, no remorse for killing those men. And I hadn’t cared about what he’d done, at least not at first. I’d wanted those bastards cut down for what they’d done to me. I’d relished seeing their lifeless bodies, blood oozing on the pavement. But that wasn’t reality. At least it wasn’t supposed to be mine.
All the years I’d believed myself to be a good girl had faded away in a single instant, replaced with vile anger and hatred. And now? I felt confusion and uncertainty, but I didn’t fear Kirill, no matter how hard he was attempting to try to terrorize me. Maybe there was a growing sickness inside, my body now controlling my mind. Whatever was happening, I couldn’t shut down my feelings.
Or the crazy desire that continued to surface every time I was close to him.
I threw my head back, blinking several times although it was impossible to focus. A silly little laugh rushed up from my throat as I gripped his shoulders, digging my fingers into him for fear of falling.
As if he didn’t have a firm hold on me.
The thought made me dizzy, the stars floating across the ceiling making me lightheaded. The second he bit down on my nipple, I whimpered, but the pain instantly shifted into incredible bliss, the carnality of what he was doing so enticing.
Growling, he shifted his mouth to my other nipple, using his teeth to yank down the lace on my bra, exposing my hardened bud. He squeezed both breasts, holding me in place as he sucked and nipped. I heard the slight ripping of material and gasped.
He chuckled and breathed across my skin before flicking his tongue back and forth. When he pulled away, I could tell how tense his body was.
“I suggest you finish undressing, my little fireball. If you do not, I’ll take care of that for you. And I won’t be the gentle man you’re used to experiencing.”
There was even more darkness rushing to the surface, a different look in his eyes.
I stumbled backwards, darting my eyes across his. He was being serious. The man would rip my clothes into shreds. Everything about him continued to throw me, keeping my heart racing. It was as if a switch had gone off in him. I couldn’t read his expression as I’d done before, at least not entirely. While there was lust in his eyes, there was something else that finally troubled me.
