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His head falls back, and he sets his glass on the counter with a heavy hand. “Come over here and tell that to me again.”
I bite my tongue and stand up from the couch to make my way over to him.Does he think I won’t do it?
He turns to face me and lifts his chin. As I stand in front of him, I can’t help but feel beneath him. He walks around with an aura that screams he is superior.
I straighten my back with my teeth clenched. He looks down at me as if I am nothing. “You want to say that again,Kroshka?”he asks while his lip lifts in amusement.
My mouth opens to repeat myself like he’s telling me to, but he quickly puts his hand over my lips and leans in closer. My breathing picks up by the simple touch of his skin on mine.
“Jesus, how many times do you need to learn the same lesson, Sloane?” He steps even closer to me, bringing his mouth close to his hand. “I can teach it to you as many times as you’d like, but I don’t think you’ll keep up.” Slowly, he takes his hand off my mouth, and I stumble forward when I feel his touch leave mine.
He turns on his heel to leave but stops when I mumble, “It’s not like you’ve really even got far.”
His head turns slightly. “If you expect to be heard, you shouldn’t mumble.”
I clear my throat and shove past him, knocking into his shoulder. “I don’t need to be heard.”
He grabs me from the back of my neck and pulls me against his body. The heat of his body warms mine. His hand snakes around the front of my neck and his arm holds my core still.
I try my hardest to get my breathing under control because I don’t want him to know I’m nervous, but it’s useless. As much as I want to, I can’t ignore what my body does when he touches me. I hate that I react to him, but I hate that I like it even more.
His fingers dig into my hips, and he lifts me onto the counter. Warmth spreads through me, and I immediately stiffen at his touch.
What the hell is he doing?
“What are you doing?” I ask him. His eyes pierce mine with desire ... with need. His eyes don’t leave mine. It’s as if he enjoys seeing me weaken against his touch. My legs move apart when he steps between them.
His hands hold my face, and he pulls down on my bottom lip. “Something I shouldn’t,” he says on a worn-out breath of air, and I feel my heart in my throat.
Something flashes in his eyes as he looks down at my body pressed against his. His head falls back when he looks at me, and his Adam’s apple rolls in his throat. His jaw hardens as he looks down at my lips. He’s obviously conflicted about whether he should tell me what he’s thinking.
“It’s not real.”
“What are you talking about, Mikhail?” My chest burns.
His fingers trail down my chest to my stomach. I chose a bad day to wear this silk robe—it doesn’t hide anything. He can probably see my nipples hardening even though he’s hardly touched me. He gathers my wet hair and pulls my head back. His lips touch my neck, and I let out a bitter noise.
The moment I feel his warm tongue trail my skin I lose control.
“Na vkus ti takzhe sladka kak na zapah,”he breathes.You taste as sweet as you smell.
I want to melt into his touch, which is beyond me. Chills run through my skin, and my stomach feels like it’s turning. I can’t tell whether this is a good feeling or not.
His fingers untie the rope that holds my robe closed. My hands quickly move to his and I hold them still.
“No. Someone will see,” I whisper in his ear. His men come and go all the time on the boat—what makes him think it’ll be any different here?
He wraps my hair around his hand twice and curses under his breath. “Let them watch,” he whispers back with lust marring his judgment. The strings fall open and my body becomes exposed in front of the man I’ve come to fear.
He grabs my chin and forces my attention to him. His eyes burn with lust as he looks at my lips. I feel my cheek burn from his glare, but this time it’s in a good way.
Does he want to kiss me? Should I kiss him back?
He shakes his head while looking at my naked body against his, and his tongue rolls over his bottom lip as he takes in the sight.
“You lied to me,” I insist with a small, cheeky grin.
His free hand cups my breast, his finger brushing over my nipple. “Kak?”he asks.How?
