Until now.
“Want to know a secret?”She straightened and twined her arms over her head, leaving the long length of her body open to his view.Keira rolled her hips again, circling his cock.“Well?”
“Tell me.”He had no idea what would come out of her mouth next, and even her pussy clamping around his cock wasn’t enough to distract him from whatever secret she was about to impart.
Her white teeth flashed as she grinned in the darkness.“I haven’t been with anyone else since that first night we met.”
Rushing sounded through his ears, a possessive feeling surging in him that he had no goddamn right to.Mine.“No one.”
“Mm-hmm.”She tilted her head back and drew another circle with her hips.“I knew you were bad for me, but it didn’t matter because I wanted you.I still want you.I thought it would go away with time, but it only got worse.Stronger.”
She might as well have been describing his experience.He hadn’t taken her up on her offer that first night—or the second—but he’d wanted to.Something about the broken, beautiful woman drew him despite his best efforts.
He looped an arm around her waist and rolled them, pinning her hands over her head in the same move.“Asecret for a secret, then,da?”He thrust deep, the possessive need to mark her as his growing with each stroke.
“Da.” Her accent was nearly flawless.He liked to imagine a time when they’d speak his mother tongue to each other, but it wouldn’t be now.
He ground his pelvis against her clit, their breath sharing the scarce distance between their faces.“I haven’t touched another woman since that night.After you, no one else would do.”
Keira arched up and took his mouth, her tongue mirroring what his cock was doing between her thighs.She raked her nails down his back, the biting pain in direct contrast with the pleasure drawing his balls up.He ground against her again, growling in Russian, “Come on my cock, moya koroleva.Take what’s yours.”
“Can’t understand you when you speak Russian.”She bit his shoulder.“Harder.”
He couldn’t have resisted her if he wanted to.The night had more than proven that truth.Dmitri hitched her legs higher and obeyed her command.Harder.The feeling of her clenching around him drew words he had no intention of speaking.“You feel so good, wife.Wet and tight and gripping my cock like you never want to let me go.”
Keira had no idea what Dmitri was growling in her ear, but it made her so hot, she was on the verge of exploding.I am fucking Dmitri Romanov.As many times as she’d imagined it, it didn’t come close to reality.His body overwhelmed hers, his solid thighs forcing hers out and up, his shoulders blocking out what little light there was, hishands everywhere at once.What made it even hotter was how intensely focused his attention was on her.She couldfeelit, even in the limited light.
He dragged his thumb over her nipple.“Stay with me,moya koroleva.”
“I’m here.”And she was.She laced her fingers through his hair and kissed him even as his rhythm picked up, driving her closer to the edge with each thrust.
He barely let her get a taste before he kissed down her jaw and set his teeth to her neck hard enough to make her jump and moan.“Mine.”
She tried to focus past the pleasure beating in time with her heart.“What did you just say?”
“Mine, Keira.”He drew back even as his hips never missed a beat.“You are mine.Your body, your pussy, your conniving mind.”He tapped her temple.“All mine.”
Of coursehe had to ruin a perfectly good fucking by opening up his goddamn mouth.“Go fuck yourself.”
“Why would I, when I can fuck you instead?”He kissed her.
She bit his tongue hard enough that he drew back with a curse.“Go.Fuck.Yourself.Get off me.Now.”
Dmitri shoved off her, still muttering in Russian.He raked a hand through his hair.“I do not understand you.”
“Why would you bother?”She drew her legs up and turned onto her side, watching him warily.Her body shook from the denied orgasm, but she’d be damned before she let that bullshit go down without a fight.She chose this, yes, but not likethis.“I’m just a possession, after all.”
He cursed, long and hard.“You are deliberately misunderstanding me.”
“No, I don’t think I am.”It felt too representative oftheir relationship for her to stay prone while he towered over her, so she shoved onto her knees, getting in his face.“You bought me.I’m your real life blow-up doll, and you want to own every part of me.Guess what, Romanov,I’m a fucking person.You talk to me like that again and I’m gone, and to hell with the consequences.”
“Over my dead body.”
Just like that, it was all too much.He’d never let her leave him.She knew enough about how he operated to know that.He might not like locking her up, but he couldn’t afford to be made a fool of for the third time by an O’Malley.
And where would she run?
Not back to Boston.She’d never bring down his fury on her family, and Dmitri was too smart to push Aiden into a war he wasn’t sure he could win if she was gone.She couldn’t go home.She didn’t even want to.
