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“I’m not keeping you prisoner.” His tone is maddeningly reasonable. “You’ve chosen the sensible option to stay.”
“Because you threatened to punish me if I tried to leave! How is that a choice?”
He shrugs. “That sounds like a ‘you’ problem.”
Fuck, I want to hit him.
I draw a deep breath and try to stay calm. “Please let me get a phone. I need to call my um…family. If they can’t reach me, they’ll worry.”
“You have no need of a phone here.”
“I do!” Desperation and anger war inside me. “You can’t cut me off from the entire world!”
For a moment he says nothing, just watches me with those damned gold-flecked eyes, as if trying to see inside my head. And then he reaches for me again. His hand curls around my wrist and he tugs me against him. I don’t know why I don’t resist. I truly don’t. I’ve clearly lost my mind. And it goes completely out the window when his face descends and he brushes his lips over mine.
“Please,” I whisper, my voice trembling with a mixture of desire and frustration. “I need to feel connected to the outside world. I can’t stay here without any way to reach my family.” Worse yet, I can’t stay here wondering if I’m carrying his child.
If he’s listening, he gives no sign of it. His mouth closes over mine and takes my breath away. My hands splay against his chest and I melt against him, torn between wanting to push him away and pulling him closer.
He groans against my mouth, but I tear my lips from his with an effort. “Damn it, Anton, stop trying to distract me!”
“It’s working though, isn’t it?” He chuckles, and the sound melts me more effectively than when he’d been doling out threats. Realizing that I’m succumbing again, I try to tug my wrist from his grip, but he holds firm. And then, eyes locked with mine, he slides his hand over my hip and down my thigh. I suck in a breath as he tugs my skirt up. When his fingers stroke over my bare flesh, my core tightens. “Anton, please,” I whisper, my voice strained. “We can’t do this.”
“Why not?” His voice is low and rough, sending shivers down my spine. I shudder as his hand slides up the soft flesh of my inner thigh, stopping as it reaches the satin over my mound.
“God…” I choke out.
His fingers curl into the edge of my panties, tugging them aside. I gasp as he strokes a finger over my slick folds, circling my entrance.
“You’re wet for me,” he murmurs.
I clench my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reply. But when he slides two fingers inside me, I can’t hold back a moan.
“Tell me you don’t love this,” he says, his voice tight with lust.
I shake my head mutely, even as my hips rock towards his hand, seeking more pressure, more friction. He exhales harshly.
“Must you always defy me?” He crooks his fingers, stroking over the sensitive spot inside me, and bright pleasure erupts in my core.
“Must you always control everything?” I bite back, my voice trembling as his fingers continue their torturous dance inside me.
“Control is necessary in my world,” he says, leaning closer, his breath hot against my ear. It’s yet another hint at the secrets that he keeps. The secrets that should terrify me. On some level, they do.
He pulls his fingers out of me, leaving me feeling empty and bereft. Before I can protest, he kisses me fiercely, his tongue demanding entrance into my mouth.
When he slides his hands around to cup my ass, I suck in a breath as he hefts me up and hooks my knees over his hips. I can feel the heat of his cock pressing against me and it makes me groan with desire. Against my better judgment, I twine my arms around his neck, feeling him take two broad strides, and then there’s the rough surface of a tree trunk at my back.
I gasp as he trails his lips down my throat, pressing his hips forward to grind his cock against me. I’m consumed with need once more.
Why, dammit?
I’ve promised myself a thousand times that I won’t yield to this man again.
I can’t help myself.
I eagerly reach down to unbutton his jeans, extract his hard cock and line it up against the slit of my pussy.
“Ya khochu tebya,”he groans, before thrusting his hips forward. I gasp at the sudden sensation of being filled, and then moan as he starts to move in and out of me. His rough hands grip tightly onto my hips as he picks up speed, driving himself harder into me with each thrust.
