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I sense I’m in trouble, so I choose my words carefully. “I haven’t been walking around. I’ve been cooking!”
He exhales sharply through his nose. “If any of my men saw a glimpse of bare legs, there would be hell to pay. Do you want to know what I'd do to you?”
I clear my throat under his intense gaze. “No.”
“Maybe I’ll show you.”
“But we need to finish the pelmeni,” I argue weakly.
“Do you remember how I spanked you last night? I would tip you over my knees and do the same thing with my belt.” His voice slides over the words, thick with lust.
I blush, aware of my arousal coating my inner thighs. “Just for wearing your shirt?”
“For wearingjustmy shirt in front of my men. If they saw anything …” He swears under his breath. “I’d have to kill them. Slowly.Painfully.”
“I’m hardly naked!” I protest, but it falls on deaf ears. “I haven’t seen another living soul since you wandered in here! Konstantin texted to let me know the items I asked for were waiting in the kitchen.”
“Let this be a warning to you. Don’t wander around naked again. Konstantin is one of my best—it would be a shame to lose him.” He glances up at me, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.
“Jeez, caveman much?”
His gaze travels down my form, deepening in intensity with every inch it takes in. “Believe me, I meant every word. This” — he motions to my body — “belongs to me.”
“Agree to disagree.” I sidestep behind him, cranking up the stove’s heat to bring the water to a boil while dodging his intense stare.
I hear him rinsing his hands under the tap, and then suddenly, his arms encircle me from behind, pulling me tight against the warmth and hardness of his body.
God, he feels incredible.
He wraps his arms around me, his hands gently cupping my breasts over the fabric of his dress shirt as he presses his hips upwards into mine. Looking down, I notice his defined muscles in his forearms. His chafed fighter’s knuckles. He embodies raw, primal masculinity. I feel small and delicate beside him.
“Do I need to mark you? Tattoo you with my name so the world knows that this is my property?”
“Absolutely not,” I bite back, preparing for a fight.
The power behind my words is lessened when one of his hands dives between my legs. He finds me wet for him, and he groans into my neck while stuffing me with his fingers. I look down to watch them move against me, so excited by the sight.
So much for playing coy.
When my head tips back and makes contact with his hard chest, it’s like a switch flips inside him. His free hand winds around my neck as his lips graze my ear.
“Agree to disagree,” he mocks me.
The warmth of his large palm ignites a fiery sensation between my legs. How could I deny how turned on I am now? There’s no question he can feel my slickness, his hand coated in it.
How am I going to survive this man?
“The water is boiling,” I choke out.
“So it is.” His fingers move inside me with a newfound urgency, vigorous and demanding, each contact with my clit making me thrash against him. “Do you belong to me?” he demands.
The boldness of his question catches me off guard. My breaths are hard puffs of air, pleasure making me drunk.
“The pelmeni?—”
“Will be fine.” He pulls his fingers out of me for a moment and swirls them against my clit. His hard cock pulses against my back.
“Please,” I beg, teetering on the edge of an intense climax, so close it's almost within my grasp.
