Why was he so beautiful? Why did he smell so good, even under the haze of gunpowder? Why can’t I stop noticing these things?
“I’m checking in to make sure you’re alright,” he said, moving into the room, the sheer size of him pushing me back.
“Sure, you are,” I rolled my eyes, “because you’resucha gentleman.”
“Nice to know that even an attack on our families can't change your sweet personality,” he frowned at me. Kon thought that look was terrifying and that I absolutely should be groveling right now.
I couldn’t help it, I laughed and his expression grew darker. “Nice to know that even imminent death can’t make you less of a smug prick.”
Even though I was standing as far away from him as I could in this tiny sleeping car compartment, he just needed to reach out those long, ape-like arms of his to grab me and pull me closer.
“Are those bruises on your neck?” Kon snarled, tracing over the thin skin of my throat with a fingertip.
“It’s nothing,” I said, “I almost had my hand under the rifle strap, and-”
His lips slammed into mine, effectively shutting me up.
It was not my first kiss. My mother would have locked me in the basement if she’d known I’d managed to sneak in two kisses during secondary school. But they were both sloppy, messy kisses from boys with a lot of spit and zero technique.
His lips were thick and perfect, his mouth firm on mine with his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb rubbing lightly over my cheekbone as he deepened the kiss. He tasted like mint and vodka. And arrogance.
Damn him.
Shoving him back, I slapped him. “Did I say you could put your hands on me?”
This was new. Instead of laughing at me or getting irritated, he was just… staring. He was staring and he looked hungry. Downright feral. Yanking me closer, he kissed me again. Well, more of a mauling, but…
“Ow! What the hell do you think you’re-”
Konstantinbitmy lower lip. Not a playful nip but a bite and he took advantage of my yelp to slide his tongue in my mouth, running over my teeth. When he twined it with my tongue, I let out a moan and hated myself for it. I expected him to grin down at me triumphantly like the smug prick that he is, but his other hand came up too, cradling my face, deepening the kiss.
My back bumped against the window and I could feel all of him, hot and hard, pressing against me. His mouth lifted off mine for just a second, enough to let me catch a breath before he swooped down again.
“So sweet,” he mumbled hoarsely, tilting my head and kissing me harder.
I should be punching him in the neck. Or bringing my knee up against his crotch so hard that…O gospodi, this was so good. His hands slid down to my ass and I yelped again as he easily lifted me.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he ordered, biting my earlobe when I didn’t do it fast enough. He bounced me lightly as if he was testing his grip. It made my center rub hard against his cock and this time, I bithim.Right on that juicy spot between his neck and his muscular shoulder. I could feel his chuckle all the way down to my pussy. “I knew you’d be a biter.”
Smiling at him sweetly, I tightened my thighs against his narrow waist, enjoying his pained little grunt. I have the strongest thighs in my weightlifting class. “Oh, I’m happy to draw a little blood.”
“No, baby. I’m going to have blood on my cock tonight from your sweet little cunt.” Konstantin looked alarmingly determined, his usual pompous dickhead grin was absent and he was looking at me so oddly. I should be horrified by his comment,etot ublyudok,that presumptuous bastard, but that’s not what solidifies in my clearly scrambled brain.
Finally.
I’m shocked by that thought and how fervent it is. It’s finallymyturn.
Konstantin chuckled and then groaned when I bit him again. “Harder.”
The feel of his skin under my teeth, all that hard muscle… “Gladly,” I hissed, biting him fiercely, almost breaking the skin.
He hoisted me higher, sucking my breast through the thin cotton of my t-shirt. It made my nipple so sensitive and the softmaterial suddenly felt so scratchy. Or itchy. Just… it should be off me.
Impatient, his fingers ripped through the cloth like it was tissue paper until I was bared to him and his gaze rose to mine. “Perfect, I knew it.”
My back arched violently as his wet, hot mouth fastened over my breast and I couldn’t think of any retort because everything narrowed down to the feel of him, squeezing one, sucking the other, and I was shocked. How good this was, and how warm, enclosed by his arms and pressed against the window by his sheer bulk, feeling safe and not smothered the way I’d expected.
I’d once seen desert lightning in Saudi Arabia, ripping almost horizontally across the sand. My blood felt like that, blazing through me. My center was burning as he slid me slowly back down to grind his stiff cock against me. There was no thinking now, just hasty fingers trying to unbutton his jeans while his fist grabbed hold of my undies and ripped them off me.
