I leaned forward and braced my hands either side of his head, still bucking and writhing to the music. We stared into each other’s eyes,and the raw heat in his gaze made my breathing go tight. The temptation to run my palms over those stubbled cheeks and lean in for his kiss…
His lips parted. I saw his eyes flick to my lips.Oh God…
I snapped myself out of it and quickly climbed onto the couch, kneeling up so that my mouth was out of range. But that brought my breasts dangerously close to his face. I went light-headed and just swayed there to the beat for a moment, imagining his lips on me.
Amvrosy.I suddenly realized that I hadn’t heard anything from him for a while.Maybe he’s gone. Maybe I can stop.“Is he still watching?” I whispered to Gennadiy.
“Understandably, his eyes are still glued to you,” growled Gennadiy. “Keep going.”
I swallowed and glared at him; at some point, I’d forgotten to keep glaring. I lowered myself atop him, his cock grinding between my thighs, and arched my back, thrusting my breasts forward. Then I leaned in. Both of us looked down at my breasts, watching them come closer and closer to his chest.
They brushed the firm muscle of his pec, shockingly warm even through his shirt. I could feel my nipple starting to pucker and harden. We stared into each other’s eyes, watching each other react to each new sensation, connected on a level I wasn’t sure I’d ever reached with anyone. I hate him, I repeated in my head. I hate him.
My ass was circling in time with the music, my pussy grinding against the head of his cock in a way that made me mushy. My upper body started circling, too, helpless, and my breasts stroked his chest, my nipples like pebbles, now. His breathing went shaky. “Yebat’,” he cursed. “You sexy, crazy little witch…” His cock hardened even more and twitched, pressing right between my folds, and I went heady. I felt like I was being carried on the tip of a huge, warm wave, and there was nothing I could do but hang on.
I reared up higher on my knees, bringing my breasts towards his face. I stared down at his gorgeous, sensual lower lip and went trembly, thinking about how it would feel when my nipple dragged across it. He’d lick me. And then… My breathing quickened. We were about to cross a line. Once his mouth was on my breast, his hands would be on my ass. And then...and then...
I rocked forward and moaned in pleasure as my nipple stroked across his cheek, heading for his mouth. At the last second, I glanced over my shoulder to see what Amvrosy was doing.
Amvrosy wasn’t there.
It was like waking from a dream. I jumped off Gennadiy’s lap and grabbed my bra from the floor. “How long has he been gone?” I hissed.
Gennadiy looked me right in the eye. “A while.” His voice was rough with lust.
“You lied to me!” I whispered.
He smirked. “Did you forget what I am?” He sat back, still breathing hard, and watched as I dressed. I glared at him as I pulled on my bra and crop top and then stormed out of the booth.
Amvrosy was at his desk in his office, doing paperwork. “You were in there a long time,” he said, and grinned. “I don’t want any of that when you’re working here. Not unless they pay extra.”
I scowled at him, then marched off up the stairs. I let the anger rise inside me, hoping it would wash away what happened in the booth. Whathadhappened in there?
I did what I had to do. That’s all that happened. I had no choice. I had to grind in that evil, arrogant bastard’s lap and stroke my breasts all over his?—
His chest. Smooth slabs of muscle, gloriously warm and firm through his tailored shirt. Glimpses of caramel skin and the dark swirls of tattoos through the gaps between his shirt buttons…
I tore my mind away from the memory, my face heating. I was uncomfortably aware of how slickly wet I was. Well, that was natural, when I’d been grinding along his cock, and he was so hard and so...big.
Jesus, I hated that man. Why did someone so evil have to be so hot?
And why had he saved me? He could have just let Amvrosy shoot me, and I would have been out of his hair for good. But he’d coveredfor me. And he’d seemed almost protectively angry that I’d put myself at risk.
My steps slowed. Was it possible that he…
No.I shook my head and carried on walking. A monster like him? He wasn’t capable of feeling anything, for anyone, least of all his enemy. Maybe he’d just wanted to make sure it was him, and no one else, who killed me.
He hates me.
And I hate him. Right?
When I climbed into Calahan’s car, he let out a sigh of relief. “Finally! I was just about to come in there. What happened?”
“Nothing,” I said weakly. I showed him my phone. “Here. I got Amvrosy’s brother’s phone number.”
As Calahan stared at the photo in disbelief, Yolanda leaned forward between the seats. “What really happened in there?” she asked gently.
“I told you, nothing.”
