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Keep your dick in your pants, Ulianov!
Especially now!
“It’s after hours. You can’t tell me what to do in my own time,” she huffs. I grind my teeth. She’s goddamned impossible. But the satin of her nightdress is clinging to her tits in a way that’s becoming distracting. And I can’t allow that now. I must stay sharp.
“Fine,” I grit out, my eyes flicking between her gaze and the curves of her body. “Do what you want.” I take a deep pull of my vodka, grateful for the burn now.
“Gee, thank you.” Her voice drips with sarcasm. She moves past me to the fridge, and I can’t help but watch as she bends down to retrieve a carton of milk. The scent of her fills the air. I find myself breathing it in, a heady mix of roses and that sunshine scent I’ve come to associate with her.
“Want some?” Scarlett says, nodding at the milk carton. “Looking at you, you might need this more than I do.”
“I’m good.” I point at my glass. I really wish she would leave.
Or I could go.
Screw that.
This is my fucking house.
“Take your milk and go back to your room,” I growl, not wanting her to be around my troubled thoughts any longer. She’s insufferable, but still, there’s something about her that keeps pulling at me with a force that’s hard to resist. It takes every ounce of willpower I have to keep my dick strapped and not take her right here, right now.
“No,” she says, taking a sip from the glass. Her eyes never leave mine as she drinks. The challenge is unmistakable.
I won’t rise to it. I raise my glass too, not breaking eye contact as we indulge in this ridiculous, childish battle of wills.
“I’m not afraid of you, you know,” she finally says, jutting her jaw out. “I’ve dealt with worse.”
“Worse?” I growl, losing my last ounce of patience with her. “I’ll show you worse.” Before I can think on it further, I’ve wrapped a hand around her wrist and pulled her roughly toward me.
“Are you kidding me?” she snaps.
“Shut up!” I snap as she slams into my body. The glass slips out of her hand and clatters onto the counter, miraculously not breaking, but milk splashes everywhere as I lower my head and claim her mouth.
Her lips are creamy with milk, plump and succulent beneath my own. For a moment, she melts against me, her soft curves pliant against my hard lines. Fuck, she’s delicious. My hands rove over, exploring territory I’ve already made my own twice, and toyed with since then. It’s familiar in a way that shouldn’t feel so right.
Why does it feel so right?
I cup a pert breast and run my lips along her jawline to her earlobe, tangling my fingers into her thick curls to tilt her head back. A breathless groan ripples up her throat and I’m rock hard in an instant.
I press up hard toward her mound and she makes a mewling sound that turns into a guttural groan as I slide my hand between us and part the front of the robe. Just as I thought. She’s naked beneath it, and her thighs part instinctively as my hand slides between them. My fingers find the soft patch of fur over her pussy and then delve deeper along the slick line of her slit.
“Fuck…Anton…” she groans as my thumb circles in a tantalizing pattern over her clit. She’s trembling now, body taut as I move my lips to the hollow of her neck and suck softly. A deep moan escapes from between her lips and she arches into me.
I can feel the heat radiating from her and it’s driving me wild, but this time I don’t succumb to it. This is not the time.
I suddenly pull away and take a step back. She looks shocked for a moment before fury takes over and she snaps out of it.
“What are you doing?” she demands breathlessly.
I shrug nonchalantly, determined to keep my cool demeanor despite how close I am to taking her and fucking her senseless. I can’t allow myself to get tangled up in a woman right now. Not when the Bratva is closing in, endangering the life of my only son.
“What do you think?” I say, reaching for my glass and taking a casual sip from it.
“You bastard!” she blurts. Her cheeks are flaming. “I just came for some milk.”
“Yeah, right,” I say bitterly, my own anger flaring up. “Just like when you came to tell me that the shower is broken with nothing but a towel wrapped around you.”
“Seriously? As if you didn’t try to seduce me!” she retorts. “Besides, I wouldn’t be in this house if you hadn’t forced me.”
