Chapter 10 #2
“Whether to put you over my knee now,” I replied calmly, “or make you apologize for making me kick down that door first.”
Her lips parted in a silent gasp.
“Well,” she managed, voice trembling just enough to give her away, “I don’t… apologize easily.”
I took one more step forward.
Close enough to touch.
Close enough to ruin.
She wet her lips, eyes burning with heated curiosity. “So, what are you going to do?”
I let the silence stretch. Let her feel it. Let her want the answer as badly as I wanted to give it.
What I finally said came out rough and barely controlled.
“Tell me to go.” I made it sound like an order. “Right now. Or I won’t.”
Her breath stilled.
She didn’t tell me to go.
She didn’t say a damn word. Instead, she just stared back at me, her eyes burning with challenge.
I flexed my fingers at my sides, holding myself back for one heartbeat, then two, but I couldn’t do it for much longer.
Her eyes flicked over my face—my mouth, my jaw, my chest—like she was trying to figure out if I was joking or if this was really happening.
She had no idea how close I was to snapping. How thin my control had become.
Finally, she whispered, “I’m not saying it.”
My pulse hammered hard. “You should.”
“I won’t.”
“Katerina.”
She lifted her chin a fraction. “No.”
God help me.
I took another step forward until I stood right at the edge of her bed.
The sheet shifted with the motion of her knees drawing instinctively closer together, perhaps preparing a futile attempt to escape.
Her breath trembled out of her, soft and unsteady.
I could see the fury and desire warring in her eyes.
I reached out, not touching her yet, just hovering my hand above her ankle, close enough that she could feel the heat, but not the contact.
“One more time,” my voice rumbled. “Tell me to leave.”
Her breath caught.
She shook her head.
“No?” I asked softly.
Her one-word answer barely made it out of her pretty mouth. “No.”
I exhaled slowly, the sound heavy with everything I’d been trying to bury since the moment she’d walked into that briefing room with those beautiful green eyes and that fire in her blood.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Katerina.”
“I know,” she said. “But so are you.”
“Do you even understand what you’re asking for?”
She licked her lips, gaze locked on mine. “I’m asking you to stop pretending you’re going to walk out of here without seeing what I look like underneath this sheet.”
That shattered every last bit of my self-control.
I finally touched her, just my fingers brushing the sheet over her shin, barely there, but enough to feel the contour of her leg underneath.
“Mikhail…” she said.
“Yes?”
“You’re… close.”
“I know.”
“Too close.”
“Not close enough.”
Her fingers tightened around the sheet again. “Say what you came here to say.”
And I did.
“I came to give you what you wanted,” I said, voice rough. “And to give you what you’ve been begging me for since the moment you dared me to break down your door.”
She closed her eyes, trembling.
“Mikhail,” she whispered, “I—”
I leaned in, my mouth a breath from hers, my control stretched to its very limits.
“Say it,” I murmured. “Say you want me.”
She opened her eyes, bright and furious and beautiful and so fucking sexy.
“I want you,” she breathed.
My heart thumped in my chest.
“Good girl,” I growled.
I lowered myself until my lips brushed the corner of her mouth, not kissing her, not yet, just close enough to feel the heat of her breath on my skin.
“You realize, though,” I added, “now that you’ve admitted what you need…”
Her eyes fluttered open, pupils blown wide, a flicker of fear glimmering in those gorgeous green irises. “What?”
I let my mouth graze her cheek.
“…and now that I’ve kicked down that door… my brothers are going to hear everything that happens next.”
She sucked in a breath, her shock and arousal crystal clear to me.
“Mikhail—” she gasped.
“They’re right down the hall,” I said, savoring the way her body tensed beneath the sheet. “Maybe they’ll even hear you get your pretty little ass spanked like the naughty girl you are.”
Her fingers twisted into the sheets like she didn’t know whether to push me away or drag me closer.
“That’s not fair,” she said, voice barely above a whisper.
“You dared me to kick down your door,” I responded. “Fairness isn’t part of this.”
She trembled head to toe, just once, and it went straight through me.
Her pride tried to claw its way back. “And if they hear—?”
“They will,” I assured her. “All of it.” My thumb brushed her knee over the sheet, just barely. “And you’ll still beg me for every last inch of my cock.”
Her breath caught hard.
I gave her one last chance.
“Say no, Katya. Say it now, and I’ll walk away.”
She didn’t say no.
She just stared up at me, her mouth parted, her whole body a tightly strung bow ready to snap.
So I made my move.
My fingers hooked into the fabric of the sheet, and with one quick, decisive tug, I ripped it away.
She gasped, her hands flying to cover herself, but it was too late.
I saw everything.
Perfect full breasts topped with dark rosy nipples that were hardened into tempting peaks. Smooth, pale skin on her flat stomach. The soft, rounded curve of her hips. The dark, neatly trimmed triangle of hair between her legs. And most damning of all, the arousal glistening on her inner thighs.
I licked my lips at the discovery, imagining the taste of her. My cock, already painfully hard, throbbed against the confines of my trousers, demanding to be free. She was a fucking masterpiece. A work of art made of flesh and blood and fire. And right now, she was all mine for the taking.
“Look at you,” I observed, my voice husky with arousal. “All laid out for me. All wet and ready.”
She blushed, a deep crimson that started at her cheeks and spread down her neck, over the swell of her beautiful breasts.
My gaze roved up and down her body, enjoying every flawless inch of her until my eyes settled on her own.
The fire and defiance she usually possessed had faded, replaced by an aroused nervous energy that was as intoxicating as it was telling.
“You were touching yourself,” I said, my voice a soft growl that was part accusation, part admiration. “Weren’t you?”
Her eyes widened and her hands moved to cover her face.
“I wasn’t,” she tried, but she went silent when I shook my head.
“Why deny it?” I purred. “It’s so much hotter when you admit what a needy little slut you are.”
Her hands dropped from her face and her gaze, now burning with a familiar, defiant fire, met mine. She was trying to regain control, to rebuild the walls I had just so effectively torn down.
“I was thinking about your brother,” she sassed and I chuckled, the sound loud in the quiet room.
I knew it was a lie. I could see it in her eyes, in the way her body trembled, in the way her breathing had quickened as she stared back at me.
I leaned down, my face hovering just inches above hers.
“I know you were thinking about me, little girl,” I murmured.
Her breath hitched, betraying her.
“You were thinking about how I’d feel inside you,” I continued. “How I’d stretch you, how I’d fill you, how I’d make you mine. And you were getting wetter and wetter and wetter, weren’t you?”
She didn’t answer, but her body did. Her hips rolled, just the slightest bit, but I saw it.
Then I started to move, sauntering to the end of the bed without taking my eyes off her.
I grasped each of her ankles and spread her legs very deliberately.
She did not resist, obediently allowing me to do what I wanted.
I climbed onto the bed between those long, toned legs, my body gliding over hers, following my gaze.
I felt her entire body tense, coiling in anticipation.
I moved up until my knees bracketed her ribs, my hands braced on the bed on either side of her head.
I was straddling her chest now, my knees pressing into the mattress, my body a wall of muscle and heat that held her captive so easily.
Her eyes, wide and dark, were locked on mine. A flicker of fear, a glimmer of defiance, and a whole lot of pure, heated desire. I could see the war raging inside her, the conflict between the woman who wanted to push me away and the woman who desperately needed me to stay.
Bracing one hand on the wall above the headboard, I shifted my weight forward, bringing my cock, hard and heavy, closer to her face.
The tip of it, still trapped behind the fabric of my trousers, brushed against her lips, a light, teasing touch that made her entire body tremble, and that only made my cock even harder.
“Open your mouth,” I commanded.
She hesitated, her pride a fragile shield against the onslaught of my dominance.
I reached down, my thumb brushing against her jaw before I took hold of her, issuing a gentle, insistent pressure that was a clear, unspoken command.
“Open,” I repeated, my voice softer, but no less demanding.
Her resistance crumbled. Slowly, reluctantly, her lips parted for me.
“Good girl.” The words were a dark, possessive purr.
My gaze held hers as I reached down. My fingers found the clasp of my trousers, the release of it a promise of what was to come.
She moaned softly and the sound made my cock throb in response.
I popped it open.
Her eyes widened.
Slowly, I lowered the zipper. I could feel the heat of her gaze, the intensity of her focus, as she watched, mesmerized, as I freed myself from the confines of my clothing.
I reached inside, my fingers closing around the hard, heavy length of my cock. I maneuvered it out, and she gasped, making my dick throb in my hand.
I brought the head of my cock to her lips. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t pull away. She just stared, her eyes wide, a mixture of fear, awe, and a hunger that was so raw, so potent, it was almost a tangible thing in the room.
I traced the seam of her lips with the tip of my cock.
“Taste me,” I commanded roughly.
Her tongue darted out, a tentative, hesitant touch. It was a soft, wet caress that sent a jolt of pure fire straight down my shaft and up my spine. I felt it in my toes, a tingling, electric shock that made my entire body tense.
“Again,” I demanded.
Her tongue flicked out again, this time with more confidence.
What a good fucking girl.