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“Who are ‘they,’ and what is it they say?”
“They are mostly my sisters, and they say you’re an arrogant bastard known for his sexual prowess, the size of his dick, and a man who contracts all of his sexual encounters through the Carriage House,” said Emerson, figuring she’d shock him into ending this farce.
She was beginning to feel like he was playing with her, and he’d be boasting to his friends about the innocent he’d seduced at lunch. There was no doubt in her mind that he could absolutely seduce her. She kept looking at the dock railing and wondering what it might be like to be bent over it, her dress shoved up over her hips before he snatched her panties off and thrust into her. What bothered her most was how much she wouldn’t object to that and how it made every erotic synapse open wide like floodgates for her growing arousal.
“Tsk. Tsk,” he scolded her mildly. “For your sisters repeating such things to you and for you for listening, unless of course, that kind of thing would interest you.”
Enough was enough. She needed to extricate herself from what she feared was a small spark that could easily and rapidly become an out-of-control wildfire. Emerson had no interest in being just another notch on Romanov’s bedpost—literally or metaphorically. She pushed back from the table and stood up.
“Emerson, sit down,” he quietly ordered.
It was all she could do not to just plop unceremoniously back in the chair. Instead, she placed her balled fists, knuckles-down, on the table. “No, Mr. Romanov, I don’t think I will.” She spun on her heel and headed for the carriage.
“I think you will find my driver is unwilling to take you anywhere without leave from me to do so,” he said as he walked around the table, stalking her in a very casual, leisurely sort of way.
“Then I’ll walk. I suggest you don’t follow. I have witnesses.”
Romanov laughed—a bit too malevolently for her liking. “Who all work for me.”
He’d closed in on her. He had yet to reach for her, but he was leaning in, their mouths no more than a breath apart.
“Well, I could always go with my sister’s suggestion…”
“And what might that be?”
“That I use my knee to send your balls back up around your teeth and then run like hell.”
He chuckled—the sound more amused than annoyed. “Remind me to take your sisters to task when next I see them.”
Wait. What did he mean by next? Had he seen them before?
Before she could ask him what he meant or even try to answer her own questions, he lowered his head, his mouth brushing across her lips. That wildfire she’d been concerned about leapt to life, leaving her weak in the knees and moaning when his tongue traced the seam of her mouth. She reached for him, clutching at his waist.
It was more to steady herself than anything—at least that’s what the voice inside her head said.
One arm wrapped around her, hauling her close while the other wrapped her braid around his other fist in order to tug her head back. She moaned in a way she’d never heard herself before. As her lips parted, Romanov’s tongue surged in, tangling with hers as the hand around her waist slipped down to the curve of her ass to hold her close enough that she could feel she was having the same effect on him.
“Wouldn’t you like to find out for yourself what is true and what is not? Tell me, Emerson Ravenel, do you have the courage I believe you do, or will you run away and hide?”
CHAPTER 5
VIKTOR
She brought her hand up to slap him. Viktor caught her wrist, kissing the underside and refusing to relinquish it back to her. “You have too much fire to slink away, malenkaya.”
“Are you trying to say my sisters are lying?”
“I am saying you should find out for yourself. Let me be clear, I am very attracted to you. You arouse me in a way I have never known before…” Emerson snorted. “You think not?” he asked, hauling her close so that she could feel the power of his erection.
He was fully engorged, and all he’d done was kiss her. He wondered how she would react if he followed his need and pushed her into the footwell of the carriage, pulling her to the edge before ripping her panties off, opening his fly and shoving himself deep inside her. He was certain he could scent her heightened arousal even amid the flowers. There would come a time when he would point to the floor, and she would drop to her knees, opening her mouth so he could fuck it. That time had yet to come, but it would.
“Be very careful how you answer me, malenkaya. I am dangerously close to losing control.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” she blustered.
He admired her spirit. “No. It is yourself and your response to me that frightens you. It was the reason you fled the gala last night like Cinderella ran from the ball at the stroke of midnight.”
“I didn’t run from you.”
