Torrid (Sordid 2)

Oksana sat in the back seat with her legs crossed, so prim and fucking proper. My gaze started at her ankles and traveled upward, coasting over her long, pale legs. I couldn’t wait to have them wrapped around me. I needed to reward her for being such a good girl, and goddamn . . . when I’d come home to her in the dress and the heels, with her hair up and makeup done, it’d been a punch of lust right in the dick.

I’d considered blowing the meeting off.

That was how good she looked. Sergey hadn’t been wrong when he’d said Russian women were dangerous. This one might be lethal.

“Are you pissed about dinner?” I asked, breaking the silence.

Her head swung slowly toward me. “Why would I be?”

“Because of all the shit that was said.” I hadn’t exactly been nice, and Sergey Petrov was a fucking dickhole.

“Are you asking if my feelings were hurt? I told you, I don’t have any.” Her tone was casual. Hollow. I didn’t like it. She was the most exciting when she was alive, and that seemed to happen whenever I had power over her.

“You’re so full of shit, Oksana.” I’d been able to embarrass her tonight and prove my point, but . . . winning the game hadn’t been as much fun as I’d thought it’d be. When I’d told everyone about the blowjob and she’d stared at her lap, I’d felt like a piece of shit. It was why I’d run my mouth later when Sergey had said she was nothing more than a piece of ass.

My hand had twitched, wanting to reach for my Glock. She was more than a piece of ass.

John pulled into the garage, and as I dismissed him, she got out of the car and hurried inside the house, out of the cold. I was right behind her. I’d taken care of business with some Russians tonight, but was most looking forward to the one who waited for me in the hall.

I peeled off my outer jacket and dropped it on the tile floor. Her eyes widened and she backpedaled. As I moved deeper into the house, chasing her, I shed my suit coat, dropping it on the hardwood. There was enough distance between us that she could hold my gaze and still see the gun in her peripheral vision.

Off the holster came, and it thudded to the countertop in the kitchen.

“I’m gonna fuck you under that dress. Now.”

Oksana’s chest rose with a deep breath, but she’d stopped moving when we reached the kitchen and held her ground as I came at her. I seized her face in my hands and slapped my lips down on hers. I gave her the same violent kiss I’d delivered this afternoon, only this time she was giving it right back to me.

Her soft mouth moving against mine slowed my reaction time like getting wasted on expensive vodka. I both did and didn’t want her to stop. It made it harder to dominate her like this, when her intensity matched mine.

Like a partner.

I broke the kiss and squeezed her cheeks with one hand as I pushed her, stumbling along. There was a large, open arch separating the kitchen from the living area, and I walked her toward it until her back was against the square column base. A gasp burst from her as she collided with it, but it didn’t disrupt her. It didn’t even slow her down.

Her fingers dug at my tie, tearing at the knot with both hands as I stared down into her eyes. Everything else about her was composed and elegant, but her fucking eyes were wild. She got the tie undone in record time, and moved to the buttons.

I slapped her hands away. “Stop.”

This was supposed to be my show, not hers, and definitely not ours. I moved in, shoving myself against her and pinning her to the narrow column. Her hair smelled good. Her eyes looked even better when her lashes were thick and dark. Whatever makeup Jennifer had used had done the trick. I couldn’t stop looking at her.

I ground my lower body against hers, and the nearly silent moan Oksana gave was sexier than if she’d screamed it. I sucked on her neck and wasn’t careful about it, either. I ran the sharp edge of my teeth along the curve of her flesh, and bit down. Hard, and then harder, going until she whimpered.

“Fuck,” I spat out, swiveling my hips away from her. She’d reached down and stroked me over my pants. “Do that again and I’ll tie you to this column.”

Goddamnit. As soon as the warning was out of my mouth, I wanted to do it. If I bound her arms behind her back, securing her to the column, it’d look amazing. But tying her up hadn’t been in my plans for this evening, and I’d have to save it for another time.