8
Wait, the practical side of me fired back. Not yet. I’d been with Oksana five hours and already felt a strange pull. What if I got inside her, body and head, and didn’t want to leave? I’d never let a girl have that kind of power.
She was panting for breath when I slid my hand up her inner thigh. Her frantic gaze darted to mine, just for a moment, before returning to the notes that climbed all over the lines in her book.
“Open your legs,” I said over the music.
She whimpered as her perfect posture cracked. Her knees eased apart. I pressed my fingers against her pussy, feeling like I’d been doused with gasoline and set on fire.
“Fuck,” I said, thrilled. “You’re wet.”
She murmured something in Russian, and I had no idea if she was cursing me or begging me to keep going. My fingertips grazed over her clit, but she kept on playing. Sheer concentration pushed her forward, and for someone who cared so much about her book, she carelessly turned the page now. Like the taped-together paper was indestructible.
Her moan mingled with the sinister melody, and I burned so fucking hot, I was feverish. Half out of my mind with delusions. Touching her this way wasn’t enough, and as much as I liked her villainous song, I wanted to disrupt and control. When my hand was on her, she should be thinking about me and nothing else. Not even her music.
I jerked the other side of the robe open so I could see both of her sexy tits, and leaned over to kiss her shoulder. I moved my mouth across her collarbone, working lower while trying not to bump her arms. When she stopped playing, I wanted it to be her choice.
I locked my lips around her breast and pulled the nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. She sighed loudly. What kind of frustration was it? Annoyance as she tried to play? Or was she aching for more? I flicked my tongue over the velvety-soft skin, teasing the nub.
She made it so close to the end of her song, but I pressed my middle finger deep inside her, and Oksana seized up. Her music cut off abruptly.
“Oh my God,” she groaned, her hands clenched in fists and balancing at the edge of the keys. Her gasp echoed in the vaulted ceiling of the room.
“Look at me,” I growled. When she didn’t instantly comply, I slammed my finger violently in and out where she grew wetter with each deep thrust. She choked on air as her body tensed from the intrusion, but it didn’t slow me down. I hadn’t heard any protest from her, either.
Her head was tipped down, but it swung my direction, and I could feel her gaze moving up my body like hands across my skin. Desire screwed tighter inside me as her gaze rose over my chest. It lingered on my lips before she finally gave up and looked at me.
I wanted control, but the second that happened, someone else took over. My lips slammed against hers. Was she as hungry as I was? It fucking seemed like it. Her mouth moved against mine. The slide of her tongue past my lips was cautious and curious, and I liked the sensation. She could practice on me. Use my body as her personal fuck playground while I did the same to her.
I withdrew my finger and clamped both hands on her waist, right where the belt barely kept the robe closed. I lifted, urging her to stand, and it broke the kiss before she seemed ready. I gestured for her to come around the bench to where I was sitting.
“Get in my lap.”
I tugged the belt open, revealing her naked body beneath the robe that hung on her shoulders, and used the two ends to pull her close. She put one knee on the bench beside me, which was exactly how I wanted her, so I yanked down, causing her to straddle my leg. She gave out a yelp of surprise, and her wet pussy slammed against my bare skin. The contact made my dick twitch.
It was warm inside the robe as I slipped one hand onto her hip. I crushed the other onto her breast, and dragged my mouth up her neck. My breath bounced off her skin and warmed me, almost as much as the body wrapped around my leg, draped in my own robe.
I pushed and pulled her hip, back and forth, urging her to grind on me while I claimed her mouth in something that was too brutal to call a kiss. My tongue slashed at her, and I bit her lip, hard enough for her to moan with a hint of pain. But her hips moved, and as soon as her painful moan was done echoing in the room, it was followed by one of quiet enjoyment.
She rocked on my thigh, riding me slowly at first. One of her hands was on my shoulder to brace herself, and the other cuffed my wrist by her hip. Her expression was confusion. She hadn’t expected rubbing on me to feel good, but it obviously did.
“Faster,” I commanded with a dark tone. I watched her pussy lips glide over my skin, and flexed the muscles in my jaw. I wanted to film this. She looked like a porn star as she ground her clit against my leg, and pleasure burned in her eyes. Her undulating body beneath the open robe was insane.
“You’re making a mess on my leg.” I could hear the smile in my words. “Your pussy’s soaking.”
My dirty words made her shy. Her gaze dropped, and something in me snapped. I dug my fingers into her hip, pushing and pulling her at a vicious pace. My other hand wrapped around her throat. Not to strangle her, but I was sick of her breaking the connection. I wanted her full attention. “You look at me when I’m talking to you.”
She couldn’t hide from me, and the sooner she learned that, the better.
Oksana kept up with the furious pace I demanded, and rode my thigh, all while her crystal blue eyes stared back. Her breathing had gone ragged, probably as much from the friction against her clit as the exertion. Her pulse roared beneath my hand.
“That’s it, virgin,” I said. “You fuck my leg until you get yourself off.”
Heat flashed in her eyes. She didn’t want my command to turn her on, but it did, and she did a shitty job of disguising it. Her mouth was slack, and breathy moans escaped before she could stop them. The girl thrashed against me, wild and desperate. Had she crossed the point of no return? If I took my hand off her hip, would she keep riding me until she came?
“Oh,” she moaned. “Oh my God.”
“Yeah. Fuck, yeah.”
It was crazy how much this turned me on. Not just hearing her, but watching the way she fought to find her release. I hadn’t done humping bullshit in years. Once I started getting sex whenever I wanted, what was the point? If a girl didn’t want to fuck, no big deal. I’d go find one who did.
I currently wasn’t fucking Oksana with my cock. But I had my hand on her throat, making her fuck me, with her gaze locked on mine, and this shit was . . . intense. Her warm body smeared her desire all over my leg, and her sexy whimpers swelled. Her expression begged for more, although she probably didn’t even know more of what.
When her eyes began to drift closed, I readjusted my grip on her throat. “No. Eyes on me when you come.”
There was a tight sound of frustration, but then it was too late. I watched the surrender shudder through her body, and felt her legs tense and strain as the orgasm hit her. Her eyes barely stayed open as she tipped her head back and she cried out, but she looked at me through slitted eyelids as she convulsed with pleasure.
Next to my cock, making a woman come was my favorite thing. I dove my hands beneath the robe and around her back, pressing Oksana’s warm skin against me as the ecstasy continued to make her shake. Her arms were draped over my shoulders, hanging on, and, fuck me, I liked the feeling. She was falling apart, and I was holding her together.
Her head lolled forward and suddenly she brought her lips to mine.
She was kissing me, not the other way around. I’d been the one to initiate every time before, and I didn’t like her taking the lead.
She was Russian, and I didn’t want her getting all attached. I also didn’t know why I’d fucking kissed her so much tonight, but this shit stopped right now. I rose from the bench so fast, it sent her tumbling to the floor with a shriek.
My dick ached. It tented my underwear, straining against the cotton, and the air was cold on the damp spot on my leg. Oksana gawked up at me. Should I shove my dick in her open mouth and make her take care of it?
No. I knew exactly where it would lead.
“I’m going to bed,” I announced. I needed to get the fuck away from her. I wanted her so badly and was so goddamn hard, if I stayed, I’d end up fucking her right on the Persian rug beside the piano. I could take care of myself and be asleep in the next five minutes, which was the better option. I had a ton of shit to do tomorrow, on top of my meeting in the morning with my uncle.
“Stay down here, or sleep in one of the guest rooms.” My tone was cold and impersonal, like she hadn’t just been trembling in my embrace thirty seconds ago. “And give me back my robe.”
Her reaction was . . . unexpected.
Shock faded faster than a gunshot. The look she had said I was safe from her ever kissing me again. I didn’t offer a hand to help her up, and I was sure she wouldn’t have taken it if I had. She rose on her own. She was supposed to be nervous or bashful as she stripped, but those emotions were gone.
She held the robe out by the collar to me, and as I reached for it, she let go. It dropped to the floor like a waterfall of fabric and left me grasping for air. I flashed my annoyance at her, but her gaze lingered on my throbbing erection. She looked at it, and Jesus, she was smug. Like she’d somehow won a fucking battle. Had she? She’d gotten her rocks off, and I hadn’t.
“Good night,” she said. She grabbed her book from the piano and floated away up the stairs. I stared at her as she turned left at the top, heading the opposite direction from my room.
What the fuck just happened?
♪
My uncle rarely came into my dealership. He managed the larger one that was right off the freeway. It was newer, better, and legit. All of the drugs and guns ran through the luxury used vehicle dealership my father had managed until I inherited it. It was only thirty miles to Indiana, where most of the guns came from, and the back roads leading to it didn’t have cameras like the freeway exits.
Goran Markovic was smart, and because the FBI was always up our ass, he liked to keep his distance from the more lucrative business he ran. He sat in one of the chairs opposite my desk, and Filip took the other.
“How are things?” My uncle’s tone was generic, and he looked at the screen of his phone as he asked it.
“I finally sold that Bentley,” I said. It’d been in inventory for months.
“To that guy who test drove it six fucking times?”
“No, some older guy who lives in Iowa. Him and the wife drove in to get it.” I watched Eric at the back of my office as he swept the portable reader over the picture frames on the wall. “That local guy was an asshole when he came in and discovered it was gone. He said I should have called him to tell him I was about to sell it.”
Goran raised his eyebrow up into a sharp point. “What does he think we do here?”
I nodded in agreement. The son of a bitch thought he had, like, dibs on the car just because he’d test driven it a bunch of times. It was fucking ridiculous. “He only liked the idea of buying it. He was never going to commit.”
Eric finished his sweep of the wall and moved on to the vents. It was pointless because I could see the dust still in the slats, meaning it hadn’t been touched, but maybe the FBI had stepped up their game. Security was the top priority at Markovic Motors after a listening bug had been discovered in the break room of the main dealership two years ago.
We’d never learned if it was the Russians or the Feds who’d planted it. My suspicion was the government, since my cousin had been busted right before that.
Eric climbed down from the chair and turned the scanner off. “You’re good,” he said.
“Thank you.” Goran dismissed him.
The satisfied look evaporated from my uncle’s face as soon as the door shut. “The meet and greet was a setup in the texts we’ve been following.”
So, that confirmed it. The Russians had planned an ambush. “You sure?”
Filip nodded. “They haven’t used those cellphone numbers since.”
“Jesus.” Last night could have been a huge mess. I glared at my uncle. “What the fuck would have happened if we’d showed up ten minutes later?”
He stared at me the same he would an insect he’d squashed with his shoe. “Lucky for us, your father taught you some sense, and you and Filip were smart enough to see what was at play.”
I stared at him critically, and he returned the look. Neither of us liked the other, but you couldn’t pick your family, and we were stuck with each other. For now. My uncle smoothed a hand down his tie, and he looked around the office like he owned every inch. It was fine, I told myself. Let him think he owned me, in addition to this dealership. He’d never see my knife when it finally came for him.
Would I look like my uncle when I got older? Goran was fifty-six, but he’d aged well and stayed in good shape. He got plenty of cardio in, judging by the steady stream of whores in rotation. Pancreatic cancer had taken my aunt from him ten years ago, and he’d never remarried. Her death had given my uncle some gray hair and lines around his eyes, but if anything, it made him more intimidating, because it was proof the monster was real.
His eyes were as black as the barrel of my Glock, and men withered under his glare the same as my gun.
My uncle was right. I was smart enough to see what was coming. Did he?
“Without any new shipments to take from,” he said, “it’s going to squeeze that side of the business for the next few months.”
It was out before I thought better of it. “Fine with me. I hate running the girls.”
The Markovic hereditary trait was our pointed eyebrow. It arrowed up whenever someone pissed us off. My uncle’s rose now. “Do you, Vasilije? And here I was, thinking you liked making money.” He leaned forward and his dark eyes drilled into me. “You hate them so much, then why’d you bring one home?”
I faked indifference. “It was nothing. I promised a girl to Alek.”
Shit. There was a flicker in his eyes. Gotcha, it said. Fuck, I’d stepped into a trap. My uncle was like fucking God sometimes. All seeing, all powerful. There was a possessive tug in my chest over Oksana. I didn’t want her on his radar.
“What’d he do with her, then?” he demanded. “Mira said Aleksandar came by her place last night.” His expression was hard as stone. “I don’t like loose ends.”
“No loose ends. I have the girl.” I held up my phone. “Don’t worry. If she so much as fucking sneezes, I’ll hear about it.”
His dark eyes went wide with outrage. “You have the girl? What the fuck? Get rid of her.”
“I’ll send her on to Mira when I’m done with—”
“Get rid of her.”
His words stopped me cold. This was an order, and disobeying it would be really fucking stupid. It was the right thing to do.
I leveled my cool gaze at him. “All right.”