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He reaches for my hand. “That includes you, little hacker.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Aria
"Cancel all notifications,meetings, and anything else on my calendar until further notice,” Mikhail snaps at Chantelle.
We are back in the office where I first met him, and I suspect his administrative assistant doesn't really like me. She pretends that she does, because of course she's a professional, but as soon as I stepped foot in there, she narrowed her eyes at me, and I didn't miss the way her jaw tightened. She speaks to Mikhail but never to me. Who could blame her? I fucked things up for her when I first met them.
Now here I am, living in the lap of luxury and little does she know I'm carrying the mob boss’s baby. I guess she'll know soon enough. And is it really a tragedy for me? I'm safe. As safe as I can be, anyway.
Ollie was right. No one has attacked. Mikhail is back to work because, as Ollie suggested, we all need to pretend that we are not afraid. We all need to pretend that things are normal, that we're not expecting blowback from Volkov. That we’re notexpecting anything. We know, though. We know he hasn't given up on us, and that we can expect an attack. We just won't wait in hiding anymore.
When Mikhail has me alone in his office, he lifts me and puts me on his desk. “This is the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen," he says, in a deep growl of a voice.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"My pregnant wife with her legs spread wide on my desk," he bites back, as if surging through his own emotions. "I imagined you here. And now I want to remember you here.”
I swallow and bite my lip. “How might we do that?”
Standing, he removes his belt. I watch greedily, my body heating at the look he gives me. Wordlessly, he lifts my hands above my head and secures them with the belt.
“Legs open,” he drawls, his accent thickening. “And remember how I punished you for coming without permission.”
Oh God, do I.
“So what are you going to do, Aria?”
Inhaling deeply, he stifles a groan as he drags a finger down my damp panties.
“Ask for permission,” I breathe, as my hips jerk. “May I come?”
I swear the sound of his deep chuckle vibrates through me. My body clenches with need. Wordlessly, he lifts my legs and drapes them over his shoulders before he presses his tongue to the heat between my legs. I whimper and bite my lip, my head falling to the side.
“You may come when I tell you. Not a second earlier.”
I want to stab my fingers through his hair, but my wrists are secured tight, of course. Damn that doctor. I could’ve played the pregnancy card before, but now I’m toast.
“Okay, yes, alright.” I nod maybe a bit too eagerly as his thick fingers deftly remove my panties. He arranges me back over his shoulders and without warning, gives me a long, lazy stroke of his tongue.
I cry out, it feels so damn good. “Oh, God,yes.” When I realize how loud I am, my cheeks heat. What if someone hears?
I lose myself to sensation, the warm feel of his mouth on me, the way his hands grip my ass possessively. I close my eyes as waves of ecstasy begin to course through me until I’m on the edge.
“Mikhail,” I whisper. “Please?”
“Not yet,” he says against my thigh, taking a moment to scrape his stubbled chin along the sensitive skin.
I whimper and moan, holding myself back with everything I’ve got. Oh God, hewillpunish me if I come now, but it’s gonna kill me –
“I said not yet,” he rasps, then in Russian,“Ty krasiva, no upryama. Mne nravitsya, kogda ty podchinyaesh'sya mne."
Oh boy.
You are beautiful but willful. It pleases me when you submit yourself to me.
Why is it so damn sexy when he talks to me like that?
