Badly.
CHAPTER 7
Lev
I stepped out of the shower, the steam clinging to my skin. I ran a towel over my hair, my movements slow and unhurried. The suite was quiet, the city muted beyond the soundproofed glass. The air was still thick with the scent of her arousal and my conquest.
I found her where I’d left her, a tangle of limbs on the bed, her face buried in the duvet. She hadn’t moved. Her backside was a canvas of red stripes, her ass a masterpiece of myownmaking. I felt a surge of satisfaction, a primal, possessive pride.
I had broken her.
I had claimed her.
And now she was mine.
I pulled on my trousers, the fine wool a familiar comfort against my skin. I walked to the bar, my feet silent on the marble floor. Ipoured two fingers of vodka, the crystal cool in my hand. I didn’t offer her any. This wasn’t a social call.
I walked back to the bed and stood over her, a silent, contemplative presence. I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her breath hitched, the subtle signs of a woman who was waiting for me to make my next move.
For a moment, I just watched her.I had fantasized about this for years. The brilliant scholarship girl with the smart mouth, sharp sense of humor, and defiant eyes. The girl who had called me a tyrant and then kissed me like she meant it. The girl who had haunted my dreams and fueled my darkest desires.
And now she was here. Spread out on her bed, her body thoroughly mastered by both my belt and my cock.
“Get up.” My charmless words were a rough command that left no room for disobedience.
She stirred reluctantly. She pushed herself up, her arms trembling. She turned to face me, her hair a tangled mess around her face. Her eyes were wary, guarded, but there was something else there, too. A spark. A flicker of the old Kara. The one who wouldn’t go down without a fight.
Honestly, it was really fucking sexy.
She pulled the sheet around her, a pathetic attempt at modesty that was both endearing and ridiculous, especially after my cock had just been inside her pussyandher tight little asshole.
“Lev,” she whispered, her voice still hoarse from screaming.
“Kara,” I replied in a mocking drawl. “We have so much to catch up on.”
I set my glass down on the nightstand and stepped closer. I sat down, the mattress dipping with my weight. I reached out, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw. She flinched, a subtle, almost imperceptible movement, but I saw it anyway.
“You’re a hard woman to forget,” I told her.
“I could say the same about you,” she shot back, her voice regaining a little of its fire. “Though I’d prefer it if you did.”
“Oh, but that will never happen, Kara. I’ve thought about you. More than I care to admit. I’ve thought about this. About what I would do to you if I ever got the chance.”
She swallowed, her throat working. “And is this it?”
“This is just the beginning,” I growled.
I reached for her, my hand closing around her wrist. I pulled her toward me, my grip firm, insistent. She came to me reluctantly. I laid her back on the bed, my body hovering over hers.
I didn’t fuck her again. Not with my cock. No, this was something else. This was a quiet, deliberate unraveling. I slid my hand between her legs, my fingers finding her clit, still swollen and likely very sensitive. I circled it with a maddening, methodical slowness, my touch knowing and confident.
She squirmed, a restless, agitated movement. “Lev, don’t,” she whispered, but the words lacked conviction. Her body was already responding, a fresh wave of arousal already slicking my fingers.
“Don’t what?” I murmured, my mouth finding her ear. “Don’t make you feel good? Don’t remind you what it’s like to lose control to a man like me?”
She didn’t answer. She just let out a soft, ragged moan, a sound that was a surrender in itself.
I continued teasing her, my fingers tracing the sensitive folds of her sex, my thumb circling her clit slowly but surely. She was wet, so wet, a slick, warm heat that was a testament to my power and her submission. I slid one finger inside her.
