Chapter Nine
This woman made Dmitri wild. He still couldn’t believe that she’d been so brazen as to expose herself in the fucking kitchen, let alone to all but promise to do it again at the earliest available opportunity.
He kept his hands on her hips, holding her against him even as she cursed him. “Obey, Keira.”
“If you don’t make me come, I’m going to do it myself.”
And deprive him of her orgasm? Out of the question.
He caged her wrists, drawing them behind her to nestle at the small of her back.
The position arched her spine, and he could see the fury and desire written over her face in the reflection of the partition glass.
“Your orgasms are mine now.” He slipped his hand between her thighs again, craving the tight clamp of her pussy around his fingers, her wetness coating them as he drew her closer and closer to coming.
It was all too easy to imagine his cock in the place of his fingers, and he thrust against her ass.
“Romanov.”
Always Romanov and Russian with her. Never his name. “Da?”
“Please let me come.” She sounded almost contrite—the exact opposite of the promise of retribution her expression conveyed.
“If you were in my bed, it would be like this every fucking day. You would have to but tell me you need me, and I’d meet your every need.” He picked up the pace of his strokes, responding to the cues of her body. “You would never go without.”
Not physically, at least.
He could promise her orgasms. Protection. Anything money could buy.
But nothing more.
“My own personal Russian orgasm machine,” she gasped out.
He kissed her neck and flicked his tongue in time with her pulse thundering there. “Come for me, moya koroleva. The first of many.” As he spoke, he pushed both fingers against that spot inside her at the same time that he rubbed little circles against her clit with the heel of his hand.
Keira cried out, her back bowing, the force of her coming nearly tearing her wrists from his grip. He kept up the strokes, gentling them until she slumped against him, completely spent. “The first of many,” he repeated.
“You’re awfully sure of yourself, Russian.”
She was damn near comatose and still managed to throw verbal barbs.
He’d be impressed if she wasn’t so fucking vexing.
Something welled up inside him, a wildness he had kept locked down since as long as he could remember.
Control was essential in his world, and there was nothing controlled about the thing that took hold of him.
He let go of Keira’s wrists and dragged her sweater over her head, leaving her naked.
She roused enough to twist to look at him. “What are you doing?”
There was no space for words, but words rose all the same. “I am not a fucking toy for you to pick up and discard at will.” He dumped her onto the seat next to him and was already moving before she’d stopped sputtering, kneeling on the floorboard between her thighs. “You make me fucking psikh.”
Her pussy was pink and swollen from her orgasm, the wetness there gleaming in invitation. She shook, her hands going to the seat cushion. “Russian, you’re scaring me.”
Scaring her.
That wasn’t the goal. That had never been the goal, no matter how aggravating he found her disobedience. He reined himself in enough to grit out, “I’m going to taste you now.”
“Ummm.” Keira shifted, as if she wasn’t sure what her play should be. Damn her for always thinking when she stole that ability from him.
Dmitri captured her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I am going to taste you now, Keira. I’m going to lick your aching clit, and I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you come. And then I’m going to do it again, and again, until I’m satisfied.”
“Until you’re satisfied.” She shot a look down at his cock before tipping her chin back up.
“Da.” Rein it in, Romanov. He forced himself to take a breath, and then another, trying to think past the scent of her arousal. “Unless you do not want me to.”
Keira blinked. “Is that a trick question?”
“Nyet.”
She hesitated. “I don’t want to have sex.”
“Yes, you do.” He continued before she could protest. “But you have not given permission, and so we will not.” He would keep control enough to hold back from that.
He wouldn’t risk breaching that trust. If he did, there would be no going back, and any chance they had of a future would die a terrible death.
Keira gave him a single heart-stopping grin. “In that case, tongue fuck away.” She leaned forward until her lips brushed his with each word. “This pussy is yours for the duration of the trip.”
Dmitri guided her back to the seat and slid down until he was exactly where he needed to be. This woman was infuriating and beautiful and broken and so damn calculating. He wanted her as wild as he felt.
He wanted her wilder than he was.
But there was no room in his head for calculation in the current situation.
There was only Keira and him and the lust that drugged the air between them.
He descended to kiss her just below her belly button, and then lower on the top of her shaved mons.
He used his thumbs to part her folds and licked her up her center, her cry assuaging some of his fury.
Whether he was furious at her or himself was up for debate, but he wasn’t regaining any semblance of control until he was satisfied with her pleasure.
Until she had no thought but of him and what he could give her.
Her taste. Fucking hell, her taste. He sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling the sensitive bud between his lips and tongue, gauging her response. She went so taut, he had to hold her hips down to keep her from dislodging him.
Keira blinked wild hazel eyes at him. “Romanov, that thing you just did…”
He barely lifted his mouth enough to say, “You liked it.”
“I loved it. Don’t stop.” She reached her arms up to wrap around the headrest, baring her body to him completely. He doubted she recognized the significance of the movement—the implied trust—but he did.
Dmitri didn’t stop.
He gave himself over to the feel of her against his mouth and the taste of her on his tongue in a way he hadn’t given himself over to anything in living memory. She was hot and wet and shaking and it was because of him.
His wife.
His Keira.
His and yet not his at all.
He hitched her legs higher and wider, opening her to him so he could do exactly as he’d promised. He thrust his tongue into her, relishing her cries even as he relished the act itself. His.
And yet not his.
Keira released the seat to lace her fingers through his hair, holding his face against her pussy as she ground against his mouth. “I’m so close, Dmitri. Don’t stop.”
His name on her lips only spurred him on. He increased his tempo, growling against her heated flesh. And just like that, she was coming, her cries filling the car, her body so tense it was a wonder it didn’t shatter.
Dmitri rested his forehead on her stomach, breathing hard. He wanted to keep going, to drive her to orgasm again and again until all she knew was the feel of his mouth and the sensation of his touch. Until he became her world.
It wouldn’t solve anything.
When she managed to recover, she’d still hate him. She’d still do everything in her power to undermine him and work against his goals. Keira was furious at him, and it may be time to admit she had reason to be.
The issue was that, for the first time in his life, he wasn’t sure how to fix a problem.
He didn’t know how to fix this. He couldn’t outmaneuver her into being less difficult.
Every time he thought he had her locked down, she turned around and managed to surprise him.
She wasn’t going to quit. She absolutely wasn’t going to roll over and obey his commands.
She didn’t even seem to fear him most of the time.
He finally lifted his head to find her watching him. She cleared her throat. “If you throw that into the bargain on a regular basis, I might reconsider sharing your bed.”
A small concession, but a concession all the same. He didn’t grin, but the impulse was there. Maybe there is a way to convince Keira to cleave to my commands. He dragged his mouth from one of her hips to the other. “Every night, moya koroleva.”
“You keep calling me that.” She shifted to let him nip at her inner thigh. “What does it mean?”
“Would you have all my secrets in the space of an hour? Nyet, I will tell you another time.” He licked over the dip where thigh led to pussy.
“Stay in my bed tonight, Keira.” He wasn’t self-delusional enough to pretend his insistence was for his own purposes.
He wanted to know this woman, and part of that was seeing her when all those glorious defenses were down.
He wanted to observe her in the small moments upon waking and before sleep.
He wanted her available for his every whim, to reach for in the night when he woke desiring her. He wanted to sink his cock into her pussy and discover her desires and needs when sex was on the table.
But, for now, he’d be content with her in his bed at all.
She shuddered out a breath. “Tonight. One time only.”
Still with the stipulations. He growled against her skin.
“Tonight, and we’ll discuss tomorrow tomorrow.
” It would give him plenty of time to find a way around her protestations and convince her that it was really her idea to be in his bed—permanently.
“In the meantime, I’m nowhere near satisfied yet.
” He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her to meet his mouth.
Keira woke up to find the car still and quiet. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, totally disoriented. She’d passed out sometime after the sixth or seventh orgasm, tucked against Dmitri’s body with his hand idly stroking her thighs. Now there was no one in the backseat except her.