Emil Dubinin was hotter than hell no matter what he wore.
Now that I knew how good his hands felt on me and in me, how wicked his lips were against my ear, I had a hard time resisting the urge to picture him wearing nothing at all.
A little groan left my lips as the fleeting fantasy of him naked filled my head.
All those muscles on display. The ruggedness of him, all male and strong, masculinity personified.
“A man could get used to hearing that sound, little agent.” He returned then, catching the end of my embarrassing groan.
“Don’t,” I groused.
He raised his brows as he set the plate of food on the table and then untied my hands.
I knew better than to attempt escape. I wouldn’t get past him. And I did need the food if I wanted to keep my strength up.
“Why shouldn’t I get used to any sounds you might make?” he asked as he sat in the chair across from me, linking his hands behind his head and setting one ankle on the other. The glint of metal from his gun wasn’t unmissed. He was armed, that firearm in a holster at his hips, while I had nothing.
“Because I’m not staying here.”
He smiled, that self-assured and too-confident smile that both pissed me off and charmed me.
Charmed?
No. No, no, no.
I had to be stronger than this. Yes, he was good at making me come. But that was it. I refused to let this handsome man ruin me. Because the second I slacked and gave up on my mission, I was no longer a woman to be proud of.
“And just how do you think you’ll get away?”
I shrugged, not answering while I ate. I wasn’t complying. Yet, my fight had changed. My tactic had to be altered. It seemed that after his last time in this room, when he taunted me and fingered me, things had shifted. We were still on opposite sides, but I saw no point in being mute. It clearly wouldn’t work on him. Still, I could be firm and not tell him anything.
“Newsflash, little agent.” He winked. “I’m not letting you go until I want to.” He tilted his head to the side and studied me. “IfI want to.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I’m serious. It seems like a crime to let another man touch that sweet pussy.”
“Oh. So I’m just your plaything to keep now?” I huffed a laugh.
“Would you want to be?”
“I want you to let me go.”
“Why?” He lost the joking and playful attitude. “You’ve been chasing after me and on my tail at those airports. You’ve clearly wanted to get to me. So… why?”
I shook my head.
“What, you changed your mind?”
“I’m not giving you anything you want. I’m not stupid enough to let you hold all the cards here.”
He stared at me with such an intense look of lust that I couldn’t maintain eye contact. “You have, actually.”
Fucking hell.I hadn’t blushed since I was a kid and I got my first kiss. I hated that his mentioning how he’d given me an orgasm had me blushing now.
“And you’ll give me more,” he predicted.
“Nope.” I shook my head.
