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“Get in,” he repeats.
“No, I’ve already showered.”
He growls impatiently and marches to me. He grabs the neck of my dress and tears it away. I gasp as the material falls away. “Now, get in.”
“Did I do something?” I ask.
He mutters in Russian, taking me by the arm and dragging me to the shower, pushing me under the spray. “Wash,” he instructs, nodding to the new products. He remains there, watching intently as I take the pear-scented shampoo and begin to lather it through my hair. I rinse and pick up the same-scented shower gel. I squeeze it into my hand and begin to massage it over my wet body. His eyes track my hands, and I smirk at the bulge in his trousers.
“Better?” I ask, stepping closer to where he is so he can smell me. He remains still. “I prefer the other one personally.”
I turn to go back in the shower, but his hand dashes out, catching my wrist and hauling me against his body. My breath catches in my throat as he runs his hand through my wet hair, inhaling deeply. I tentatively run my wet hand over his shirt as he watches. I slide lower, waiting for him to stop me, but he doesn’t. I grip his belt, unfastening the buckle and pulling it open. He remains still, not talking, just watching.
I use both hands to open the button on his trousers and then I lower farther until my face is level with his crotch. Tugging his trousers below his arse, I look up at him to make sure what I’m doing is okay.
His breathing is heavier, his chest rising and falling faster than normal, and his eyes are hooded. I pull his boxer shorts over his erection and it springs free. It’s impressive in length and thickness, and I wrap my hand around it. Skinny Lou once told me there would come a time in my life when sucking cock and opening my legs would be my only way to survive. I told her she was wrong, yet here I am, just trying to survive.
I lick the end of his cock, tasting the saltiness on my tongue. He jerks slightly, and I glance up at him as I open my mouth wider and slide him inside. He clenches his fists at his sides as his breathing quickens.
I’m terrified to fuck this up and make him angry again, so I close my eyes and hollow out my cheeks. I use my mouth like a vacuum, sucking, licking, and choking until his hands wrap in my hair and he begins to move. I risk a glance up and see his eyes are closed. He’s lost in his head, and I momentarily feel a pang of something in my chest because I know he’s thinking of her.
I remind myself this isn’t for pleasure. This is how I stay alive. Making Ivan need me buys me time until I can find a way out of here. Building trust is all I have right now.
His thrusts become jerky, and he groans, pulling my hair tighter and forcing himself deeper into my mouth until my eyes are watering. Then he stills, and I taste his warm cum coating my throat. A low growl escapes him, and he thrusts one last time before opening his eyes and stepping back. He tucks himself away and fastens his belt, then turns around and leaves without a word.
CHAPTER SIX
IVAN
I go down to my office and slam the door closed. Pulling out a bottle of vodka, I fill a glass halfway before knocking the liquid back in just a few gulps. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and top up my glass.
It felt wrong, like I was cheating on Lara, but at the same time, it felt fucking good. Too good. I had to leave or I’d have done a whole lot more and the guilt would have ripped me apart.
I stare at the photograph of Lara on my desk. She placed it there, knowing I’d hate it because men like me, we don’t have sentimental things displayed. We never know who our enemies are from one week to the next, and risking loved ones would be careless. But after she died, I couldn’t take it down. Now, it looks like her beautiful smile is taunting me.
I lay it face down and drink more vodka.
I feel along the wall to my bedroom. It takes several attempts to put in the right number on the keypad, but the door eventually opens and I stumble into the bedroom. I can just about make out Grace’s silhouette in the bed. I tug off my shirt, some of the buttons popping off and scattering over the floor.
I throw it down and kick off my trousers before climbing into bed. Now she doesn’t smell like Lara, it doesn’t seem so hard being beside her. I smell her hair just to make sure and then fall onto my back and drift off to sleep.
GRACE
I watch the rise and fall of his chest. There are a few scars littering his skin, some raised and ugly, others faint and hardly visible. I resist the urge to run my fingers over them. His days of teasing me have my mind twisted, and all I can think about is him.
I glance down at the semi-hard erection outlined under the thin sheet. All I’ve been able to think about is our earlier encounter. The one I shouldn’t have enjoyed as much as I did. Since he left, there’s been an aching between my legs, and I have a terrible feeling that only this man can resolve it.
Besides, I have a plan, and he seems reluctant to let me carry it out. This will be like ripping off the Band-Aid—once it’s done, he’ll relax and let his guard down.Hopefully.
He twists, causing the sheet to fall away. His boxer shorts encase what I need, and I slowly rise to my knees. Maybe if I could just have a small taste of what he can offer, it would dull the buzz I’ve had between my legs for most of the day.
I rub my hand over the bulge, glancing up at his sleeping face. He mumbles something I can’t make out as his cock gets harder. I slip my hand into the boxer shorts and it jumps against my hand. Wrapping my fist around it, I enjoy the feel of the silky smoothness. I pump it slowly, and he moans again.
I carefully drag his boxers lower until I have full access, and then I throw my leg over him. He hardly stirs as I grip the head and place it at my entrance. My breathing hitches as I push down, his cock opening me up. I close my eyes, pressing my hands to his chest. Fuck, he feels good. When he’s in as far as I can take, I slide back up. He stirs, mumbling more words in Russian. I sink down again, crying out in pleasure.
Ivan’s eyes shoot open, and he cups the back of my head and drags me down to him, kissing me hard. He turns us so I’m beneath him and begins to fuck me hard. He pins my legs up against my stomach, making him sink deeper into me with each thrust. “Fuck, Lara,” he whispers, pushing hard.
My heart hammers in my chest.Is he sleeping?He suddenly pulls out, and I feel the loss. He slides down my body and buries his mouth against my pussy, thrusting his tongue into me and lapping at me like a thirsty animal. I grip his head, my fingers tangling in his hair. Seconds later, my entire body convulses as an orgasm rips through me. I scream, twisting away while pulling him closer.
