He began to grind against me.
No. No. No.
Oh. Fuck.
Chapter 45
Vadim
She smelled just right.
Those subtle floral notes—not strong enough to overpower, not weak enough to dissolve into everything else. Unique. Entirely hers. The scent that had been wrong on every other pillow for three weeks and was only right here.
Her sharp little claws dug into my neck.
I ground my cock against her harder.
She would never know.
Never.
No one compared. Not the women in the club. Not the ones Bogdan sourced. Not any of them, regardless of what I told myself in cold showers at dawn with a head full of vodka and a plan that was dissolving faster than I was willing to admit.
No one compared to her pussy.
With or without a condom.
No matter what I tried.
And here I was. At her door. In her room. In the dark where her scent was right and her claws were in my neck and the plan had entirely ceased to matter.
She dragged her nails down the back of my neck and across my shoulders, breaking skin—the viciousness of her temper made physical and entirely present.
I placed my hand on her throat to keep her pinned and fumbled beneath me until I found the waistband of her shorts. I yanked them down the curve of her ass, lifting my hips just long enough to toss them somewhere into the dark.
“Get that diseased dick away from me,mudak,” she growled, claws finding my biceps.
“But this is what you signed up for,” I taunted, pushing her legs down as she tried to kick me.“I love a good fight.”
The more she fought the more everything worked against her—her movements bringing her closer rather than creating distance, her heat connecting against my cock with every shift of her hips, her chest inches from my face with every jerked attempt to free herself.
The alcohol had slowed me down. The haze of it sitting behind my eyes, making everything slightly later than it should have been.
But it hit me anyway.
She wasn’t only producing heat.
She was wet.
I gripped her wrists and pinned them to the bed. She lunged forward with her head and I moved just enough for it to miss.
“Good technique,” I said, settling my weight more deliberately.“Always use your forehead. If you use the top of your head you risk a serious injury.”
She screamed.
Started rocking side to side, trying to find the leverage that wasn’t there.
Her pale nipples were barely visible in the dark but I noticed everything about her. I ducked down and clamped my mouth around her breast—soft, warm, the bud beginning to peak beneath my tongue. Slowly.
