Chapter 49

She just rests them there, like she can’t bring herself to do it. And fuck me if that touch, even through my suit, doesn’t make fire lick through my veins.

I lean into her, my hands on either side of the desk, letting her feel every inch of me. I’m rock hard, which is her fault for wearing that fucking dress and for smelling so good. And for looking at me like she doesn’t know if she wants to punch me or kiss me.

“Then prove it,” I dare her, drinking in the way her pupils dilate, going wide, the way her lower lip falls, how her breath hitches.

Then I dip my head and press my lips to her neck where her pulse is pounding.Cazzo, she’s so soft, her heart racing as fast as mine. The two of us could easily catch flame, there’s so much sexual tension.

I haven’t felt this way before, and it’s exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone, in a primal way. I want to fuck her, fill her with my come, make her scream, and I want to put my mark on her, to imprint myself on her in a way she can never undo. I want her on her knees for me. I want everything she’s got to give.

“I don’t… What are you doing?” she asks faintly, her nails curling into my lapels.

I feel them biting into me. What would they be like raking down my bare skin while I’m fucking her hard and deep? If thefire she walks around with daily is any indication, having her in my bed is going to be nothing short of incredible.

I suck on her skin. “What does it feel like I’m doing?” Then I sink my teeth into her like I’ve been longing to do.

Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make her hiss just before I soothe the sting with my tongue. She even tastes sweet, like ripe summer berries and vanilla. Like a fucking dessert I want to eat every bite of and then lick the plate. Only, it’s Ekaterina I want to lick, every gorgeous inch of her.

“It feels like you’re taking out your ego on me,zasranets,” she snaps, but she still doesn’t push me away.

There’s my hellcat, all razor-sharp canines and claws.

I make my way to her ear. “Go ahead. Tell me you’re going to chop off my balls next. It’ll just make my cock even harder.”

“I don’t want you fucking her when you’re with me,” she growls.

Ah, the truth. Her back is up because Chiara was trying to stake her claim.

Heat zips to my groin. Part of me likes that Ekaterina’s marking her territory. Because I’m sure as hell going to do the same to her. If she thinks she’s going to keep seeing that dancer friend of hers that I discovered when I did a little digging this past week, she’s going to have a very rude surprise after tomorrow. And she’ll either respect me, or soloist Jacob Lawton is going to end up paying a visit to my cousin Angelo’s crematorium.

“I’ll consider it if you ask nicely,” I tell her, chasing the question of what kind of relationship Lawton might have with her from my mind.

“Bastard.” She tries to knee me in the groin, but I’m too fast for her, and that tight dress of hers isn’t her friend.

I just pin her even more tightly to the desk.

“Call me that again.” I lift my head and stare down at her, our lips almost touching but not quite. “I think I like it.”

She rages against me in Russian and I have no idea what she’s saying, but I have a feeling she’s detailing her plan to disembowel me and throw the pieces of my body into the river. It’s hot as fuck.

“Bastard,” she repeats, but there’s not as much rage behind it this time.

Instead, her voice has softened, going husky. A spark of something dangerous zings up my spine, and my dick is harder than it’s ever been. I roll my hips, letting her feel me, and watch as her lips part.

“Again,” I order her.

Her eyes drop. “Bastard.”

There’s no venom this time. Our mouths are almost touching, her breathy pants ghosting a hot caress over my lips. I take her chin in a gentle hold and force her eyes to mine.

“Kiss me,cara mia. Show me how unattracted to me you are.”

She hesitates, and it’s the longest wait of my fucking life. And then, suddenly, her lips are on mine. Soft and warm like the rest of her. I’m an inferno from just one touch. I release her chin and grip the back of her neck, holding her to me, taking command.

Then I deepen the kiss, groaning when I give her my tongue and she sucks on it. She even tastes like ripe strawberries, and it makes me wonder if her pussy is just as sweet. I hold her there, ravishing her mouth with slow, consuming kisses, one hand on her hip and the other on her neck. My hands have a will of their own, and all they crave is her skin, her curves. I’d let her go if she tried to escape, but she’s not attempting any moves.

She’s making sounds in her throat, breathy little moans like she can’t help herself, her arms twined around me as she crushes her tits into my chest. I wish her neckline weren’t so demure,because every molecule of me wants to suck on her nipples and see if they’re as responsive as I think they are.

Exactly like I thought, she’s not immune to me. She’s anything but. Ekaterina grasps my suit like she wants to rip it off me, her tongue playing with mine.