22. Cora
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CORA
H is lips are on mine before I can even think to protest. God, the man kisses like he’s claiming territory.
His tongue slides against mine, and I feel it everywhere—my chest, my stomach, lower. His breath is hot, his scent intoxicating, a mix of cologne and something darker, something dangerous. I’m already dizzy when he breaks the kiss, his eyes burning into mine.
“People could see,” I murmur. My eyes dart down the hallway, but it’s empty. For now.
“Let them see,” he says, his tone daring, challenging. His hand moves lower, skimming down my neck, over my collarbone, until it settles on my hip. His fingers dig into my skin, and I gasp. “I don’t care. I need to feel you, Cora. Now.”
His hand slips under my skirt, and I suck in a sharp breath. His fingers brush against the edge of my panties, and my legs tremble. “Ivan—” I start, but he silences me with another kiss, this one even more demanding than the last.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough, raw.
I shake my head, but my body betrays me, arching into his touch. His fingers slide under the fabric of my panties, and I moan into his mouth.
He’s right there, right where I need him, and he doesn’t hesitate. His fingers stroke me, slow at first, teasing, and I grip his shoulders to steady myself.
“Good girl,” he growls, and the praise sends a rush of heat through me. His fingers work me with precision, knowing exactly how to make me come. My breath comes in short, shallow gasps, and I cling to him, my nails digging into his suit jacket.
My hips buck against his hand, and he groans, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Come for me, Cora,” he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. And I do. My body shatters, pleasure exploding through me in waves.
I bury my face in his shoulder to stifle my cry. He holds me through it, his fingers still working until I’m shaking, breathless, weak.
When I finally come back to myself, I’m on my knees. I don’t even remember sinking down, but here I am, looking up at him through hooded eyes. His hand tangles in my hair, and he tilts my head back, his gaze burning into mine.
“Good girl,” he says again, his voice rough with need. His other hand fumbles with his belt, and I don’t need to be told what to do. I reach for him, freeing him from his trousers, and the moment my hand wraps around him, he groans. He’s huge, thick and heavy in my hand, and I can’t wait to taste him.
I lean in, my tongue flicking over the head of his cock, and he hisses, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Such a good girl,” he mutters, his voice strained. I take him into my mouth, slowly, savoring the way he feels against my tongue. His hips jerk, and I moan, the vibration making him curse in Russian.
“Fuck, Cora,” he growls, his hand guiding my head as I suck him deeper. I move with him, taking him as far as I can, my tongue swirling around him. He’s losing control, his thrusts becoming more erratic, and I know he’s close.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice low, guttural. “Take it all, my good girl.” And I do. When he comes, I swallow every drop, his taste filling my mouth, claiming me. He groans, his body shuddering, and I can’t help but feel a rush of pride. I did that to him. Me.
He pulls me to my feet, his hands rough but his kiss surprisingly gentle. “You’re mine,” he murmurs against my lips, and I don’t argue. I am his. And I don’t want to be anything else. “My queen.” He holds me close. “And we go with my queen’s plan.”
He takes my hand, leading me back into the garage. “Listen up,” he calls out. “My wife has something to say.”
The men gather around her. “Darren will meet me,” she says. “I told him we hacked the flash drive but he doesn’t believe me. He will soon. Then we give him a location, tell him I’m alone. You all wait for the signal, hide nearby. When he’s in the open, we take him down. Got it?”
I look at Ivan. He nods back. “Any questions?” I say.
Maxim holds up a hand like we’re in school. “Just one. We know where he is right now. Why not kill him now?”
Cora shakes her head. “I guarantee he won’t be there when you get there. He’s smart, trust me. Cunning like a fox. But his ego will get him killed. When I prove the files are decrypted, he’ll be furious. But he’ll also think I’ll take money and give the flash drive back. He’ll show up in person to make me pay for making a fool of him. We need that hacker of yours to release the files. Where is she?”
“This way,” Maxim says, adding in an aside to me. “Hope you made the right decision.”