“No. Fuck—” She gasped, tipping her head back as she spread her legs wider. “Fuck. Oh, my God. Fuck… you.” As she came, splintering apart for me, I rammed my erection against her leg. It wasn’t enough friction. It wasn’t anywhere near enough of a touch for me to find relief.
As I played her, literally, I’d withheld from even acknowledging how hard I was.
But now that she’d come, not strong enough to fight back her orgasm, I knew it was time to retreat.
“Fuck you, Emil.” She repeated it, her eyes closed as she tilted her head the other way to avoid the leak from the ceiling dripping on her face. Over and over, as she trembled, her legs wide apart and loose as she stayed tied to the chair, she told me how much she hated me.
“Fuck you. You hear me, Emil Dubinin? Fuck. You.”
I stood, hating that I had to back up. I wanted her too fucking badly. So much. But letting her have the power of seduction over me would be my biggest mistake—one I wasn’t stupid enough to make.
“Likewise, little agent,” I growled, hating myself for being so lured to lusting for her.
She still wouldn’t cave. She reacted to me, and that was a win for me. She was capable of responding to me. But she still wouldn’t talk.
On shaky legs, wincing as I clumsily walked back toward the door with the painful hard-on beneath my shorts, I glared at her.
Once I had my hand on the doorknob, to get the fuck away beforeIcaved, I had to allow a little smile.
She wouldn’t cave.
She was stronger than I expected.
And fuck if that didn’t work against me as another twisted point of attraction.
I wanted hermorebecause she wouldn’t cave and talk. It made no sense. She wasn’t strong enough to deny her attraction to me, but she was still sharp enough and determined to fight back to not answer me.
Make it fucking make sense.
I opened the door and exited, worried I’d met my match.
8
SADIE
“We’re all only human.”
Every time I thought back to Aaron’s words, I hated myself a little more.
I proved that point, too.
I was only human. Biology was at work here. Nothing more, nothing less.
But still, as I came down from the high of Emil making me come, I despised how easily he’d mastered my body.
I’m tied up. It’s not like I could’ve protested and pushed him away.
I cringed as I realized a little voice in the back of my head suggested that was why it was so much hotter.
I was kidnapped. It’s not like I could’ve avoided being alone with him like this.
I dropped my chin to my chest in self-loathing as I heard that nagging little voice in the back of my head again hinting that histaking me captive made this kinkier and more exciting than any little bit of foreplay ever could be.
Guilty from caving to him, I dealt with the regret of how good he'd made me feel. I tried hard to tamp down the stupid desire for a repeat. There was just something about this criminal, this bad boy of a mobster assassin. In khaki shorts and a white button-down, he looked more ordinary, casual. More relatable than in those sexy suits.
Fuck it.
It was time to be honest with myself.
