I don't even know how to respond to her. Yes, I fucking love her, but I've never said those words. I don’t know if I ever could say those words. I know from firsthand experience what love does to a man, and I can't stand the idea of my enemies using Tatiana against me the way she's been toyed with the past week.
I called Yuri a fool for marrying Inessa—my nephews too. They see the benefits of having a woman, but they don't look at the risks—really look at them. But I see with eyes wide open how dangerous love is. How do I walk right into the lion's den knowing their mouths are full of sharp teeth and sit down with them?
"I'm going to that meeting," she says, "because I want to stop them. I need to see this through to the end. It's the right thing to do and you know it."
"Tatiana—" I finally find my voice, but she puts her finger over my lips.
"I love you too," she whispers, and she presses her lips to mine softly. When she pulls back she says, "I know you're scared of losing me, but we're stronger together than we are apart. That's what being partners means."
"You could die," I scrape out. "If something goes wrong on Friday, you could actually die, and I can't…"
I can't finish the sentence because the thought of it makes me want to put my fist through the wall.
"Then make sure nothing goes wrong," she says, like it's simple. "You're Dimitri Gravitch. You run this city. Show them," she says, and she enunciates so crystal clear, it's hard not to look down at her full, pouty lips and become mesmerized by them.
"When this is over…" She steps back slightly and starts to unbutton her shirt. "I'll be your private waitress every night for as long as you want me…"
"Every night?" The mental picture I get of her in my home every night doing whatever I want makes my dick twitch.
"Every single night." She gets halfway done with her buttons and I see her bra peeking out. "I'll serve you drinks and dinner and anything else you want…"
"Anything?" I ask, realizing what she's doing.
"Anything," she mewls, then smirks at me as she finishes the last few buttons.
Her shirt falls open, and I can see the black lace of her bra against her pale skin. She slowly shrugs the fabric off her shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. The movement is deliberate and teasing.
"Come here," I grumble, caving to her advances. She may still lose this fight overall, but right now I want nothing more than to feel her against my body. I catch her by the waist and pull her flush against me. My hands slide up her sides, feeling every curve, and around to unclasp her bra so the lace falls away and joins her shirt on the floor.
"You're so beautiful." I cup her breasts in my palms and she moans softly when I pinch a nipple. It hardens under my teasing. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, you forget why we were even arguing."
"That was arguing?" she mewls. She reaches for my belt with determined fingers. "I thought we were negotiating our partnership."
"Is that what you call it?" I capture her mouth in a deep kiss while her hands work at my belt buckle.
She gets it open and slides the leather free from the loops. Then her fingers are on my button and zipper and she's pushing mypants down my hips. I step out of them and kick them aside without breaking the kiss.
When I reach for the button on her pants, she backs away with a mischievous smile.
"Mmm, not yet." She drops to her knees in front of me, and the sight alone nearly undoes me. Her fingers wrap around my hard length as she licks her lips, then says, "I can be a very good girl when I want… If my partner respects me."
My heart hammers in my chest as she strokes me slowly from head to base and makes my hips jerk forward. God, she's incredible.
"Look at me," I growl, gently threading my fingers through her hair. I force her chin up slightly as her tongue draws from my base to my tip and a smirk crosses her lips. "I want to see your face when you take me in your mouth."
She looks up and locks eyes with me as she leans forward. Her tongue draws a hot circle around me before she takes me into the wet heat of her mouth. The sensation is overwhelming and I have to force myself not to thrust.
"Good girl." The praise makes her moan around me and the vibration nearly breaks my control. "Take more of me."
She does. She takes me deeper until I feel the way she gags around me, and her eyes water slightly but she doesn't pull back. When she finally does it's only to swirl her tongue around my sensitive head before taking me deep again.
"Just like that." My grip tightens in her hair guiding her rhythm. "You look so perfect like this. On your knees sucking me."
Her hand works in tandem with her mouth stroking what she can't fit. The combination is driving me toward the edge faster than I want. I can feel the pressure building low in my spine, deep in my balls.
"Whoa…" I pull her off me with a wet pop before I lose all control. "As much as I love your mouth, I'm not finishing there."
She sits back on her heels with swollen lips and dark, dilated eyes. "Why not? I want to taste you."
