Her arms wrapped around my neck and she melted into me.
I shouldn’t have touched her, but I did.
She wasn’t just vulnerable, she was a fucking mess. The right thing to do would’ve been to stay away. But the second my mouth was on hers, she turned into the submissive I’d seen on my kitchen floor, and I didn’t give two fucks about right or wrong or Fedorov. I was going to take her from him, and I was going to show her how a real man fucked.
I didn’t just kiss her. Every stroke of my tongue through her sweet mouth was a promise. I knew what she needed. I’d known it the second I saw her. Stunning, aloof, she was so goddamn beautiful, every move of her body was made for seduction, but it was all training. She didn’t have an ounce of the confidence she should’ve had. I was going to fucking change that.
Encircling her wrists, I pulled her arms off my neck. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
Leaning into me, she drew in a ragged breath. “Kissing you.”
“Kissing or fucking?” I pushed her upright. “Make a decision.”
It took two seconds. Then the desire in her eyes turned to anger. “You kissed me.”
I knew exactly what I’d done. “How many times in the past five years was it your choice to fuck?”
With a sharp intake of breath, she glared at me then turned and took a step.
I caught her arm. “I asked you a question.”
She whipped around. “Let go of me!”
There is was. That was the woman I fucking wanted. “Almost.” My dick got harder.
“Almost?” She bit the word out and her temper unleashed. “No, now. If you think I’m going to stand here and let you throw my past in face, then you’re—”
I grabbed her around the back of the neck and fisted a handful of her hair. “I don’t want to fuck Fedorov’s submissive. I want to fuck the woman who put four staples in me.” I stepped up against her body, but then I slowly let go of her and gave her a choice. “If you don’t want me to touch you, walk away.”
She didn’t move. The anger in her eyes morphed back to desire, and her voice turned quiet. “You’re insane.”
My mouth an inch from hers, I gave her fair warning. “I’m going to taste you, touch you, and fuck you until you’re so sore, you’ll never forget my name. I’m going to grind against this sweet body of yours and make you feel like you’ve never felt before. But I don’t want to fucking own you. I’m not going to take a damn thing from you, except your orgasms. Because those? Are mine.”
Her gaze dropped, her breath rushed out on an exhale, and she shrunk in on herself. Then every muscle in her body froze.
Goddamn it. “What just happened?”
No response.
I fought from touching her. “Irina.”
She stepped back. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Realization dawned. “What was the trigger?”
“You’re injured. You should—”
“Tell me.” Barking out the order, I wasn’t any better than that piece of shit Fedorov. I knew what was going on, but I wanted her to say it. I wanted her to fucking acknowledge it.
She lifted her head and her colorless eyes bored into me. “I know what you’re doing.”
“Say it,” I demanded.
The fire I’d glimpsed surfaced and the woman in her came out with a vengeance. “You think you can own my orgasms?” She laughed bitterly. “You won’t even make me come. You can grind all you want. It won’t change a thing.” She spun.
I was on her before she could take a step. One hand between her legs, I wrapped my bad arm around her shoulders and brought my mouth to her ear. “You think I can’t make you come?” She had no clue who she was dealing with.
Her back arched and she served me her ass on a silver fucking platter, but her voice told me everything I wanted to hear. “I know you can’t.” Bitter, angry, she spat the words out.
“Keep that up,” I ordered. “I want that hatred for him to be the taste in your mouth when I make you fall apart harder than you ever have.” I cupped her hard and dragged my teeth across her ear. “Unbutton those jeans.”
She shoved her sweet cunt into my hand and bit back a moan. “I didn’t give you permission.”
I increased the pressure. “What are you waiting for?”
“You’re a murderer.” Her chest pushed against my arm, but her hips ground down on my hand.
“A cold-blooded and remorseless murderer,” I corrected. “And the next man that holds a gun to your head will also die.” I sucked the flesh under her ear then dragged my tongue across her jaw and pressed my hard dick into her lower back. “Unbutton those jeans, or tell me to stop.”
She groaned and unbuttoned her jeans. “You’re not going to make me come.”
I walked her two strides to the kitchen island, then yanked her jeans down to midthigh. “Who you trying to convince?” I dragged two fingers down her ass to her cunt.
She gasped. “There’s only two ways I come.”
She was soaked. “How’s that?” I thumbed her clit and rubbed my throbbing cock along her sweet ass.
“Viktor.” She cried out his name as she rotated her hips. “I only come if he makes me.”
I shoved two fingers inside her. “And the other way?” Jesus fuck, she was tight.
An unintelligible sound emanated from her throat. “Me,” she panted. “I make me come.” She rode my hand like she was desperate.
I pulled my fingers out and grasped her jaw with my thumb and two smallest fingers. Then I shoved my pussy-wet fingers into her mouth. Covering her back with my chest, I leaned her down, flush with the counter. “See that faucet?”
She moaned around my fingers in her mouth.
“Grab it right fucking now.”
She didn’t hesitate. She reached for it and wrapped her hands around it like a lifeline.
“Suck.” I shoved my fingers deeper.
Her tongue swirled, and her spit, just like her cunt, dripped down my hand. I pushed her shirt up. My dick straining to get out of my pants, I rubbed it against her thigh. Pinching her small tit through her bra, I gave her a warning. “Do not ever speak his name again while I’m inside you.”
She moved her hips to try to get my dick between her legs.
I slid my fingers out of her mouth. “You want my cock?”
Gripping the faucet, spread out over the counter, she writhed like a cat in heat. “Fuck me, now.”
I dropped to my knees. “No.” I shoved my tongue into her cunt.
She didn’t groan, she snarled.
I yanked her jeans all the way off and bit her clit.
Her whole body jerked.
“You let go of that faucet, you’re not coming,” I warned.
Lifting her legs, I put her shins on my shoulders. Her ass in my face, her sweet fucking cunt dripping down my chin, I drove my tongue into her.
Then I set out to prove her wrong.