And then what? Her father won’t pay as much if he knows I’ve harmed her in any way. He’d never believe she wanted it. They’ll argue that. See me as weak for giving in to my lust.
She’s tight all over, lean and fit, soft in just a few places. Her breasts against my chest as her tongue licks into my mouth. She’d be soft inside. Her hips tilt against mine, pressing against the thick outline of my cock, and I can’t fucking breathe.
One of her hands goes to my hair, threading into it, and she pulls—not hard but enough to make me growl low in my throat. The sound is animal, uncontrolled. Everything I'm not supposed to be.
My hips rock forward, grinding my cock against her, and she gasps. I’m desperate for pressure, for friction, for anything to ease the ache. I curve a hand around her breast, my thumb flicking over her peaked nipple, and she whimpers.
Mine.The thought comes unbidden and unwelcome. She's not mine. She can't be mine. But in this moment, with her mouth open under mine and her body responding to every touch, she feels like she is.
She shivers under my touch and presses closer, and I can feel the heat of her even through our clothes. Her pulse is gallopingunder my hand, and I tighten it fractionally against her throat, wanting to see how far I can push my little brat. My little bird.
Mine, mine, mine.
I want to strip her bare. I want to see every inch of skin I'm only feeling through fabric. I want to taste her everywhere, want to make her come apart under my hands and tongue and on my cock until she forgets her own name.
The thought sends a bolt of heat straight down, my length straining until I think my zipper might pop. This is dangerous. This is losing control.
I don't care.
My hand slides down her stomach, down to the button of her jeans. I don’t know if I want her on her knees first, or on her back. Her mouth full of my cock, or her pussy. I don’t have a condom with me, but I don’t care. I’ll fuck her and then fill her mouth up with my cum. I’ll…
I hear the sound of the guards moving around outside the door, a low cough from one of them, and reality crashes back in.
What the fuck am I doing?
I tear myself away from her so fast she stumbles slightly. I catch her automatically, my hands on her arms, steadying her, and then I let go like she's burned me.
She's staring at me with wide eyes. Her lips are red and swollen from my mouth. Her hair is tangled from my hands. She looks thoroughly kissed and completely confused.
"Andrei—"
"No." The word comes out harsh and angry. I'm angry at myself, at her, at this entire fucking situation. "This didn’t happen."
She stares at me. “Um… it did.”
Fucking brat.
I can't do this. I can't stand here and argue with her about what just happened when I can still taste her on my tongue,when my cock is so hard it's painful and every instinct I have is screaming at me to go back to her and finish what I started.
"Stay in your room." My voice is cold, harsh, and controlled—everything I wasn't thirty seconds ago. "Don't ask me for anything else."
I turn and walk out before she can respond.
The door closes behind me and I lock it, not looking at the guards. “Watch her,” I bark out, not making eye contact. I don’t want to know if they heard what happened in there, if they suspect. If they’re already questioning me even more than they were before.
What the fuck did I just do?
I’m still breathing hard when I make it back to my room. I kissed her. I fucking kissed the woman I’m holding for ransom, like any part of that could be a good fucking idea. The woman I'm supposed to return to her father in less than forty-eight hours.
I kissed her like I had every right to. Like she was mine to take. And she kissed me back.
I close the door to my room and lock it. I just stand there for a moment, trying to get my breathing under control, trying to think about anything other than the way she tasted, the way she felt pressed against me, the small sounds she made when I deepened the kiss.
It doesn't work.
My cock is still painfully hard, straining against my jeans in a way that makes it impossible to think about anything else.
I should take a cold shower and then focus on the Volkov situation. I should do literally anything other than what I'm about to do.
