“Thought I’d save you the stress of setting the mood,” I remarked, my eyes not leaving his.
“What the hell are you thinking?” he asked, his low tone giving away how affected he was.
His question didn’t surprise me. Given the situation, seduction was the last thing to be expected of me. Tears, fear, pleas, or even reluctance would have been more typical.
When he was finally right in front of me, I uttered in a soft voice, “If I’m yours, then prove it to me.”
His arms came around my body and pulled me against him before I had the chance to gauge his expression. His lips closed over mine hungrily, and it was all I could do not to melt against his hard body. He tugged at my lower lip as he pulled back a fraction to shrug off his suit jacket. His hands came to my butt as he lifted me, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. I could no longer resist his tongue, so I parted my lips-but not without fighting for domination as the kiss deepened.
I registered him moving towards the bed, and I found myself working mentally to quench the anticipation of giving myself to him on the bed. I couldn’t afford to lose control. This wasn’t about feelings or desire; it was pure strategy.
My back landed on the mattress, right in the middle of the massive bed. He left the bed, his eyes on me as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side in a flash before working on his belt and pulling his trousers down. He climbed on the bed again, his expression glowing with a predator’s focus as he came between my legs. He leaned over me, his lips finding mine again as he kissed me like it was a need. His warm fingers left goosebumps in their wake as they pulled the hem of my lingerie up.
“I’ve not done this before. You might want to know,” I stated just as he tossed the lingerie to the floor.
He blinked at me in what looked like amazement before his lips latched onto the skin of my neck, his hands grabbing my hips a bit harder, bordering on pain. I let out an involuntary moan as he applied fierce suction to my neck and his hands gripped my breasts through my lace bra. I forced my lips to remain closed together as he teased my nipples, his grip almost rough. His hand moved beneath me to undo the hook of my bra, and it joined the rest of the clothes on the floor before I could blink. My panties were next.
But as he hovered over me, I grabbed his hard length through the material of his boxers. I felt him jerk in my hand, and I shot him a victorious smile, which he challenged by taking hold of my wrist. He rubbed his other hand over my pussy, making me suck in a breath. He smirked. He removed my hand and took his boxers off.
I couldn’t help but wonder if his thick, hard length would fit.
He crawled closer and lined himself at my entrance, but instead of his dick, his fingers rubbed over my clit. I couldn’thold back another moan as two of his fingers entered my pussy, moving in and out impatiently with his heated gaze on my face.
“Fucking tight,” he uttered, his other hand grabbing his dick.
There was something about the way his chest heaved, like my pleasure gave him pleasure, that made me want to keep my eyes on him. But looking up at him became an impossible chore as my pussy started throbbing like a time bomb. My insides went on a charged sprint, chasing at a pleasure that made me shudder without meaning to. I tried to hold back, but a shaky, noisy breath left my lips as I reached the apex of pleasure. His fingers kept moving in and out, making sounds as wetness pooled around my pussy and I came down from my high. When he finally slipped his glistening fingers out of me, he licked them, somehow making my pussy start to throb again.
“Mine,” he growled as he powered into me.
“You wanted my body, Mikhail?” I gasped. “Then remember how willingly I gave it. It makes it easier to take everything else from you.”
Rather than responding, he gripped my hips and pulled me closer to him, helping him reach tantalizing depths. His movements were fast yet deep, and the way his eyes darkened in a drug-like type of high made me think of only one thing: pleasure. My damn brain handed control over to my body as each thrust sent me to a higher level of pleasure.
Fuck, I want him.
His movements became less precise as I felt the bubble of ecstasy swelling in me again. His breath came out in huffs as he moved even faster. My hips bucked off the bed as his fingerscircled my clit. My whole body quaked, and I let out a long moan as the bubble burst, sweet, unadulterated satisfaction washing over me. Mikhail’s low groan filled the room as I felt him jerk inside me, spurting hotly into me. Not until he slid out of me and his face was out of my line of sight did my brain come back to me. But it was too late to dislike how he pulled my body against his as his back touched the bed, our legs and labored breaths tangling as he pulled the silk covers over our bodies.
“I told you—you’re mine. And I never lose what’s mine,” he murmured, his chest vibrating beneath my cheek.
“Not if I burn you first,” I mumbled in defiance, not moving my lips.
If he heard me, he made no indication of it.
Chapter Eight
Mikhail’s POV
It would probably count as an obsession, but I didn’t care. Neither did it make me want to stop. My eyes couldn’t leave her sleeping form, not that I wanted them to. They took in how her dark lashes formed a beautiful hood over the skin beneath herclosed eyes. They took in the way her lower lip was fuller than the upper one. The dark red that covered her lips the previous night only left a very light tint behind, and the natural dark pink color pulled me in. My eyes took in the two tiny birthmarks that dotted the olive skin around her middle back, where the covers lay against her.
She was so calm when she slept, just like when she laughed. There was defiance or intrigue in the way her ribs moved along with her soft breaths. I almost chuckled at the contrast between her fire when she was awake and the calm angel in my bed right now. She lay on her stomach, and her dark brown hair splayed around her left shoulder and the bed, away from her face. I had to drag myself off the bed to resist tracing her skin with my fingers just to feel her against me again.
The fact that she had been untouched before last night made a possessive pride swell in me as I quickly freshened up. I had made her mine in every way.
Yesterday had gone surprisingly well, better than I would have thought. However, that was the source of my nagging confusion. She didn’t bend or break; she gave in like someone who was in control.
That was not normal.
As I left the room silently and closed the bedroom door, I stalked around the penthouse, from the hallway to the living room, trying to understand what exactly was going on with Isabella.
