His head snapped to the side.
He looked back slowly, and this time, the smirk was gone. Replaced bya muchhotter, hungrier, and so much more dangerouslook on his face.
“That was better,” hesaid, his voice all hot and heavy and I hated that it did something to my insides that made me want to moan and scream at the same time.
And then he kissed me.
His mouth crashed into mine, rough and demanding, a punishment and a promise at once. One of his hands fisted in my hair, tilting my head back, taking exactly what he wanted, and for a second, I was too stunned to do anything but feel. His lips were firm, insistent, tasting of the challenge that simmered between us.
I gathered my senses, raised my hand to slap him a third time, but he was faster.
His other hand shot out, catching my wrist in an iron grip before I could make contact.
“Oh,kotenok, you’re going to want to slap me many more times tonight. But I can’t imagine how hard they’re going to be for all the other much dirtier things I do to you tonight.”He tugged me against him, my wrist caught, my body flush with his. The warmth of his chest seeped through my shirt, a stark contrast tothe cold glass at my back. “Now,” he breathed against my lips. “Let’s try this without the interruptions.”
Without a moment’s warning, he kissed me again, much more deeply this time. Rougher. More possessive. His tongue swept past my lips, a bold, unapologetic invasion that sent a jolt of pure fire straight to my core.Mybody reacted. Instantly. Treacherously. A soft moan escaped my throat, making a sound I couldn’t hold back, and exposing the kind of surrender I hadn’t intended to give him.
He swallowed the small sound, a deep, satisfied rumble vibrating from his chest into mine. He let go of my wrist, wrapping that arm around my waist, lifting me slightly, pressing me impossibly closer until not a whisper of air separated us. My free hand, which should have pushed him away, instead slid into the thick hair at the nape of his neck, my fingers winding in, holding him to me.
I was hating him with every fiber of my being, even as I was arching into him,my body silentlybegging for more.
I hated him, but in that moment, I hated myself more.
His kisses were a war. Hard, demanding, bruising. They weren’t gentle or coaxing. They were a declaration of ownership, and every cell in my body answered his call. He bit my lower lip, and the unexpected sting melted into a deep, liquid ache that spread through my entire body. I returned it with a nip of my own, my teeth scraping his jaw, earning a low growl that made my core squeeze tight with desire.
My clit pulsed at that same moment.
“Viktor,” I gasped, tearing my mouth away for a second to breathe. My head was spinning. The glass courtyard, the snow,the polished suite, the quiet of night, it all blurred into a haze of sensation, all centered on the hard, unyielding man holding me captive in his arms.
“Say my name again,” he ordered, his voice a gravelly command as he nipped and sucked a path down the column of my throat.
“Never.”
He chuckled darkly against my skin. “We’ll see.”
One of his hands slid down my back, over the curve of my ass, and then lower, cupping me with a proprietary boldness that made my knees go weak. He squeezed, and the world tilted.
Then he smacked my ass.It was over the fabric of my coat, but thesudden shockof it made me cry outbefore I could clamp my lips shut.
Revealing me.
Exposing me.
“You liked that,” he stated. It wasn’t a question.
Ididn’t respond, but my hips ground toward him, a silent admission that revealed my secrets without words.
“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m going to make you like a lot of things you think you hate.”
“Fuck you,” I countered,
“Gladly,kotenok.”
I squealed as he lifted me up as if I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, my body knowing what it wanted even when my mind was screaming at it to stop. Hecarried me toward the sliding door that separated the courtyard from the main suite, my back bumping against the cool glass as he shouldered it open.
He didn’t put me down. He strode through the main room, his steps sure and confident, and kicked the door to his bedroom shut behind us with a heavy thud that sounded like a final judgment. The room was cast in shadow, the lights of St. Petersburg painting patterns across the floor and the large bed that dominated the space.
He dropped me onto the bed. Not gently. I bounced once, the mattress giving a soft sigh, and before I could even think to scramble away, he was over me, braced on his arms, caging me in.
