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“Knives don’t jam.”
“Smart girl.”
“Don’t patronize me.”
“I wasn’t trying to, princess.”
I grind my teeth. “Stop. Calling. Me. That.”
“Or what, princess? Or what?”
I press my hands against his chest and give Andrei a hard shove. He stumbles back, hitting the wall behind him. The look in his eyes is almost murderous—and the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Without missing a beat, he recovers and steps forward. This time, he shovesmeup against the wall, grasping my wrists to pin above my head.
He’s in my face, his eyes trained unapologetically on my lips. My skin is on fire. My pussy throbs with untamed want. “God, I hate you,” I grumble.
“Good,” he mutters back. “I hate you, too.”
And then he kisses me. Hard, harsh—and heavenly.
He’s a man possessed. I think I am, too. Something takes over my body. Something carnal and feral and downright animalistic. He lets go of my wrists and my hands fly to his hair. He bites down on my lip. His greedy hands grab my ass, hook under my thighs, nails scraping over my skin. I don’t recognize the sounds I’m making, every wanton moan a facet of myself I didn’t realize I possessed.
The weight of his body blankets mine, the hard press of his cock between my legs sending my brain into a spiral. I need more, need everything. For a brief, shining moment, I forget who he is—whoIam—and the fact that this is probably the worst idea of all time. It’s just so hard to care when it feels so good.
“This is your last chance to tell me to stop, princess,” he growls against the crook of my neck. “Because if you don’t, I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name.”
I grip his hair and tug backward, licking my lips in feverish anticipation. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
Andrei gives me a devilish smile. “I’m a man of my word, princess. Now, get on your knees and suck my—”
I ram my shoulder into him, throwing him back. I step further into the hotel room, my eyes trained on him like a panther waiting to pounce. “Come and get me, then,” I challenge. “It’s no fun if I just give you what you want.”
Andrei stalks toward me, slipping out of his jacket and loosening his tie. “Careful, princess. I have a competitive streak.”
“So do I,” I say, making my way around the couch. The tips of my fingers and toes tingle with anticipation, the undeniable wetness between my legs growing unbearable. At this rate, Andrei looks like he’s going to devour me whole.
I fake right. He reads me like a book and goes left. I try going left, pressing off my toes. Andrei is right there, just within grasp. A strange giddiness bubbles up inside me, our impromptu game of tag so much more exhilarating with the promise of more lingering in the air. Maybe it’s the thrill of the chase I like so much. Or maybe it’s the wild, taboo nature of this strange truce we’ve formed.
Suddenly, Andrei hops over the back of the couch and lunges at me, wrapping his strong arms around my middle. I squeal and laugh—such a strange sound, even by my standards—as he pulls me close and mouths hungrily at my lips.
“Panties off,” he mumbles.
I elbow him in the stomach and rush off toward the bedroom. “Take them off yourself.”
It doesn’t take long for him to catch up to me. He’s just too fast. Before I even get a chance to enter the bedroom, Andrei throws himself at me, his momentum sending us both to the floor. He’s on top of me, chest pressed to my back with his stiff cock rubbing against my ass. His greedy hands are beneath me, grabbing a generous helping of my breasts as he kisses the back of my neck.
A low, devastating moan rips itself from my lungs when he grinds against me. I’m practically aching for him, but I don’t want to give in yet. Not when I’m having this much fun torturing the poor man.
“Are you on anything?” he asks me, his mouth hot and wet against my ear.
“The pill,” I rasp. “I’m on the pill. Condom?”
“Bedroom.”
“Then what are you waiting for—”
Without warning, Andrei stands and brings me along with him, easily throwing me over his shoulder with strength I didn’t know he possessed. No matter how much I kick and struggle, he doesn’t let me go. In fact, he claps me on the ass for good measure.
“Settle down,” he warns.
