Misha took a few steps forward and stopped. “Take off those pajamas.”
“Are you still mad at me?”
“I am.”
I frowned. “Then I’m not taking them off.”
His gaze hit my body, taking in every inch. “You think you have a choice?”
“Maybe we should deal with your issue.”
“My issue?”
“You didn’t like that I helped today. I don’t think it was a big deal.”
“You signed a contract with eight killers.” He leaned his head to the side. “You call that not a big deal?”
“They only want me to dance.”
He sneered. “Where and when?”
“They’ll pick the date.”
“Of course they will. And where will this be?”
“Tokyo.”
“Not happening.”
“The Dragon’s wife is a fan of mine and—”
“No.”
“Misha, will you let me finish?”
“I like how you’re simply throwing the Dragon’s name out like you have any idea of who you’re talking about.”
“I’m trying to explain.”
“Killers and more killers. That’s what you’re involving yourself with.”
“You’re a killer.”
“I am. Which is why you should listen to me.”
“You’re the. . .” I threw my hands up, shook my head, and walked off.
He rushed my way, grabbed my arm, and turned me to him. “What about me?”
“You’re the one that got me involved with killers.”
He hissed and let me go. “That’s fair.”
“I’m honoring the contract with the Xecutioners because they honored their side of it to me. So. . .deal with it.”
He sneered at me. “Take off your pajamas.”
“Misha, focus.”
“I am. This obviously won’t be solved anytime soon. I would rather be inside of you.”
I parted my lips.
He pulled me to him, pressing his hard body against mine. “Thank you, Ava. You put yourself on the line today to save my daughter. I will always remember this.”
“You would have done the same.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m yours forever because of it.”
I smiled. “You were always mine.”
“Hmmm.” Kissing me, he slipped his hands around my waist and cupped my ass. His hard cock pressed against my stomach. A low moan left me. Deepening the kiss, he tenderly slid his tongue along mine.
“My naughty ballerina. You’re in serious trouble with me.” He moved one of his hands up my back and then around to my breast. Misha gave my breast a gentle squeeze before he leaned forward and claimed my mouth again.
I moaned again as he toyed with my nipple over the pajama shirt.
He’s right. I should take these damn pajamas off.
Leaning away from his mouth, I hurried with undoing the buttons on the top. “I’m sorry for not talking to you first. You were in the air and I didn’t want to stress you out any more.”
Desire blazed in his eyes. “You’ll still pay with my cock.”
I quirked my brows.
He yanked my top the rest of the way off. And then his mouth was back on my lips. A minute later, he made his way down my neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses.
I arched my back as he kissed my breasts and claimed a nipple. Trembling, I yearned for more.
He leaned back. His words held an edge and slipped along my skin. “You make no more moves without me. You don’t honor the contract unless I’m completely aware of what’s going on and by your side.”
“Okay.”
Without any further discussion, he seized my waist and carried me over to the bed. All I could do was hang on. When he lay me down on the bed, he returned to consuming my breasts, lapping at my areolas, and sucking on my nipples.
I murmured, “Misha.”
He left my breasts and hovered over me. “Take off those pants.”
I pouted. “You take off your pants too.”
A wicked grin spread across his face. “You’re already in trouble, Ava.”
“You are too.”
He yanked my pajama pants down. “Am I?”
My next word rode a pant. “Yes.”
I was now naked under him.
Instead of getting naked with me, Misha lowered and licked the curve of my breasts. My body throbbed with hot lust.
I whimpered, “Now your jeans.”
“When I saw you at the airport, I wanted to eat you.”
“Yes. You said I was a feast. Now fuck me.”
He captured his mouth around my nipple and gave it a little nibble. A tiny bit of pain sparked at the areola, triggering me to shudder against him.
“Please, Misha.”
He swirled around the nipple with his tongue. When he left my breasts, he moved down my body, leaving a path of hot kisses. Heat spread across my skin. I couldn’t take any more. I was willing to beg as loud as possible for him to fuck me.
He continued down to my thighs and spread them. My bare pussy was now exposed and barely an inch from his mouth.
“You’re not being fair, Misha.”
“You’ll learn one day.”
I shivered. “Learn what?”
He kissed my throbbing clit and then swirled his tongue all over my pussy. Moaning, I stirred and writhed. I twisted and turned. So many sensations zipped through me. Ribbons of desire unfolded at my core. The whole time he kept my pussy in place, assaulting it with his tongue.