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Jesus, what am I, twelve?
“You think you can do whatever you want?” he growls, his voice a low rumble in my ear. “You think you can taunt me, workout half naked, and expect me to keep my hands off of you?”
I open my mouth, unsure of how to respond. Of course I thought I could taunt him. I thought I could workout half naked. Not sure if there was ever an assumption he’d keep his hands off of me…
He flips me over with ease, his hand crashing across my ass. The sting is immediate, and I jolt. Heat sears through me.
“You need to learn some discipline,” he murmurs, his tone dark. I’m vividly aware of how turned on he is. How turned on I am. My God, I’m aching. He spanks me again, each strike sharp enough to make my clit throb but just enough that the pain doesn’t eclipse the delicious arousal coursing through me. I’m breathless and trembling.
He flips me back over and cups my chin, tiling my face up to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine. I’m on fire. I touch the side of his face, my palm meets stubble, and he leans in, claiming my mouth with a punishing kiss that leaves no room for doubt. Lev Romanov wants me, and I have his fucking number.
Our tongues tangle and our breath mingles. He tastes like mint and vodka. I want more. My hands find my way to his hair, and I pull him closer as he deepens the kiss. My body arches beneath his and one large, warm palm cups the small of my back and holds me to him. The length of his erection presses against me belly.
When he breaks the kiss, his breath is ragged. I stifle a moan. I want him back.
“You drive me crazy,” he mutters.
“Good.” My own voice shakes. “I like keeping you on edge.”
With a growl, he claims my lips again. Our bodies mold together. I’m vaguely aware of him pushing the thin layer of fabric between us aside and reaching for my pussy. I bite his lip as he strokes my clit which earns me a tight pinch.
“Fuck!” my hips jerk.
“Behave yourself,” he grates.
“Never.”
That earns me a nipple tweak, the asshole. My clit aches. His hands roam my body, his touch possessive and purposeful. I shiver when his fingers trace the counters of my waist and the curve of my hip before slipping under my shirt. I gasp when his palm slides upward. I’ve never wanted my breasts touched so badly in my life. His thumb skates over my nipple, drawing a moan from me.
“You’re mine now,” he whispers against my mouth.
“Is that a promise or a threat?” I don’t recognize my own voice. “Prove it.”
He captures my lips again. His hand leaves my breast and trails down my stomach before hooking into the waistband of my leggings. “Mmm,” I moan, eager for more. My God it feels so damn good. I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as he strokes me with practiced ease. I’m on the edge of madness with every touch.
He moves lower, his mouth leaving a trail of fire in his wake. When he reaches the vee of my pussy, he gives me a wicked grin. And that does it. I can resist many things, but the wicked grin of a sex god ready to eat me out is my kryptonite.
I nod, wordlessly begging.
“Tell me everything,” he drawls.
“Mmm.” I’m aching with need. There’s no need to hold back from him. We’re going to fucking crush Javier and take over the cartel. He can have anything he wants from me. Only I’ll spoon feed it to him to maintain some semblance of control.
“What do you want to know?” I whisper. He doesn’t wait any longer. His mouth descends on me, flicking and circling and driving me wild. I cry out and my hips rise to meet his mouth.
“Javier’s next plan.”
“I don’t know but I can find out. I have sources. People on the inside. I know he’s got men in The Cove watching you. They know where your headquarters are.”
He rewards me with another delicious swipe of his tongue.
“His number one lieutenant. Who is it?”
“Carlos Cabrera.” I frown. “You should know that.”
He bites my clit and I scream. “Hey!”
“I do know that. It was a test. Next in command.”
