Bonus Content
The haunting melody of Pikovaya Dama begins to play as Sergei leaves Rurik’s office. He’s listened to the recording every night since I purchased it last week while shopping with Megan.
“How long has he been home?” I ask Sergei when he sees me approaching.
“About an hour. He thought you’d be asleep by now.” He checks his watch.
“It’s past two in the morning. I know.” I sigh. “Is he still mad?”
He arches a brow and puts his hands up in the air. A clear message he’s not touching that question, or the subject with a fifteen-foot pole.
The music gets louder from behind the closed door.
“He is.” I sigh.
“Good luck.” Sergei laughs and leaves me to deal with the devil on my own.
I can’t blame him. Rurik’s mood is dark on a good day, having to deal with me when I was drunk and incoherent only made it worse. Then there was the small issue of me having parked my brand-new car illegally, and he had to deal with getting it out of the impound lot.
I’m lucky he left me to sleep it off this morning. I’d woken up to a tall class of water sitting on the nightstand and a bottle of ibuprofen with a note ordering me to drink the entire glass with the pills.
He’d already been gone for the day by the time I cleaned up and made it downstairs, but he’d left another note in the kitchen for me to eat a full breakfast. Three hours later, he’d had lunch delivered.
Even when he’s spitting mad, he treats me better than I’d believed I would ever deserve.
“You know, I’m beginning to regret getting this for you. You’ve become obsessed,” I say as I enter his office.
He’s sitting behind his desk. The top three buttons of his shirt are open, and the sleeves have been rolled up to his elbows. His dark stare settles on me as soon as I’m inside the room.
“It’s late, you should be asleep.” Rurik’s eyes wander over my body, sending a chill through me.
When he looks at me like this, with such severity, such hunger, it’s a shot of adrenaline straight to my heart.
“You should be in bed, too.”
“It’s been a long day.” He runs a hand over his face, as if he can scrub the day away.
“Thank you for getting my car back.” I approach the subject softly.
“You’re not driving it again for a year.”
“Okay.” I agree, shutting the door softly behind me. We’re going to need privacy for what he needs tonight.
“You’re not going out with Megan and Elana either for at least a month, maybe three.”
“Alright.” I make my way to his desk, my bare feet silent against the floor as I make my way to him.
He swings his chair out, turning to the side to make room for me as I approach.
“You’re not going to argue? To yell at me that I’m being unreasonable?”
I stop when I get to him, my toes overlapping the tips of his boots. I love that he doesn’t wear high polished shoes like some tired old CEO. I love that his hands are rough and calloused. I love that no matter how closely he shaves in the morning by the time he comes home to me, there’s a thick shadow covering his jawline again.
I love everything about this man.
“No.” I slide between him and his desk, leaning back against the edge. “It was stupid to start drinking when I had my car with me.”
“You swore you wouldn’t.”
“I did.” I nod. “I was bad.”
His left eyebrow arches. “You were.”
“I was.” My nipples harden beneath the darkness of his stare.
“You think playing cute will get you out of your punishment?” He rests his hands on my thighs, sliding upward beneath the hem of my nightshirt. His eyes widen when he realizes I’m not wearing a pair of panties beneath. “You walked through the house like this? Did anyone see?”
“Sergei, but he didn’t look, so I think he can keep his eyes.”
He grunts. “No more walking around like this.”
“Okay.”
“You’re too compliant. What have you done today? What trouble did you stir up?” He squeezes my ass.
“Nothing.” I pause. “Seriously, Rurik. I really am sorry for last night. It was irresponsible. I was wrong.”
His hands freeze. “You killed someone today, didn’t you?”
I laugh, because he’s serious. “No. I mean it. No more secrets, no more little lies, only the full truth. I was completely at fault.”
“Turn around.” He doesn’t wait for me to move, instead he grabs my hips and spins me until I face his desk. “Bend over.”
I lean forward, pressing my forearms to the desk. Slowly, he drags my nightshirt up over my ass until it’s fully exposed to him.
Closing my eyes, I wait. The first smack should fall any second now.
But it doesn’t.
Just when I’m about to twist around to check on him, the sharp bite of his teeth sinks into my cheek. I whimper, more from surprise, but then it warms into something else. Something sensual and needy.
He bites me again, and again, covering my ass with his teeth marks.
“Rurik, what are you doing?” I ask breathlessly when he sinks his teeth into me again.
“Last night when I told you to get in the car, what did you say?” He questions, his voice already heavy with urgency.
My mind blanks. There’re several dark spots in my memory of what happened after he showed up at the bar. I remember the murderous look on his face when he found me, though. It will be seared into my brain for life.
“You said bite me. So, I am.” He bites down again, this time holding on until I rise up on my toes and cry out.
“Rurik!” I swing my hand back at him, to shoo him away.
He snatches my wrist easily, pulling it up and pinning it to the small of my back. His chair rolls away when he shoves up to his feet.
“Ah, what happened to taking responsibility?” His hard cock presses against my ass through his slacks as he leans over my body.
“You’re biting me!” I argue, trying to tug my arm free.
He kisses my cheek, running his nose along my jawline until he reaches my ear. “Who chooses your punishment? You or me?”
A warm current flows through my body, straight to my core.
“You.”
“That’s right.” He slips his hand beneath me, between my legs until he finds the soaked mess that is my pussy. “You’re already soaked.”
My face heats. No matter how many times my body blindly responds to his touch, it’s still unsettling. I have no control when he’s near.
And I love it.
Almost as much as he does.
He brushes the tip of his middle finger over my clit. “I’m going to fuck you like this, bent over my desk, my teeth marks in your ass, and you’re going to take it like a good girl. Aren’t you?”
I moan from the fingers circling my clit, harder and harder until I’m grinding against his hand.
“Mira. Answer me.” He pinches my hip with his free hand.
“Yes!”
He chuckles. “Keep your hands on the desk.”
His hands are gone from me in the next moment. The sound of his zipper being ripped open and the shuffling of fabric as he shoves his pants down fills my ears.
Without warning, he thrusts his cock into me, jolting me forward. My arm slips and I nearly face plant onto his desk blotter.
“You were very bad,” he slaps my ass as he plunges into me. “But not tonight. Tonight, you’re my good girl.” His fingertips dig into my flesh.
The bite of pain is just what I want, what I need as he fills me.
“Yes.” It’s intense and sensual and mind blowing all at the same time.
“Fuck.” He growls, withdrawing from me and flipping me over onto his desk so I’m facing him, my legs dangling off the side.
I search his expression and find a fire burning so brightly I’m sure I’m about to be burned.
He grabs the back of my neck, bringing me to him and kissing me as he thrusts into me again. The kiss deepens. It’s desperation and love and need all rolled into one big storm and it’s swept us both up into it.
“Rurik,” I moan his name when he breaks the kiss, his lips traveling to my neck.
His fingers move between us, finding my clit as though his body and mine are magnets. He pinches me, dragging me to the very edge of perfection.
“Do you want to come? Do you want to be my good girl now and behave?” He growls into my ear.
“Yes, Rurik. I promise.” I’ve promised before and I will undoubtably make the same vow hundreds of more times in our life together. When he talks like this, when he touches me this way, how can I give him anything other than everything he wants.
“Then come.” He grabs my hips, yanking me toward him as he tilts his pelvis thrusting harder and harder as his body grinds against mine. His fingers no longer on my clit but digging into my hips as he plows into me.
Sparklers burst in my side vision as my orgasm explodes through my body. My head falls back as I cry out with each intense wave of pleasure. Rurik’s lips trail over my neck, his teeth bite into my shoulder as he plows faster and harder, chasing his own release.
“Mine.” He grunts as he stills, unleashing into me. I fall back onto my elbows, desperately trying to catch my breath.
Leaving over me, he kisses me. A soft, loving kiss.
“You’ll be the death of us both.” He mutters, dragging himself back a step.
He opens the top drawer of his desk and pulls out a handkerchief, handing it to me as I jump off the desk.
“It will be a fun death, though, right?” I laugh. He sinks into his chair and pulls me into his lap.
“I should tie you to our bed. Then you can’t get into trouble.” He brushes my hair back and tucks me beneath his chin.
“What fun would that be?” I curl into him, inhaling the safety that is Rurik.
He sighs, like he’s resigning himself to the inevitable.
“I meant what I said about the car. You can’t use it. You’ll have a driver from now on.”
I want to argue, but he hugs me tighter. “The trouble with the DeAngelos isn’t over. For now, you’ll have a driver.”
“Okay.” I agree. “But when it’s all over, I can have my car back?”
He chuckles. “You can have your car back now, but I have to be with you if you’re going to drive it.”
“And no complaining about my driving?”
“I’m not making that promise.” He kisses the top of my head just before standing and carrying me to the door.
“I can walk, Rurik.”
“No, you can’t. I said so.”
I lean against his chest as he takes me up to bed. The man drives me mad, but it’s the best sort of madness a girl could ask for.