The Master (The Game Maker 2)

How he managed to put on a condom, hold me up, and kiss me at the same time, I'll never know--but I felt the crown at my entrance.

When he inched inside, I had to stretch to take him, but it wasn't like Monday night. No pain, just exquisite fullness as he sank ever deeper. Once he'd seated his cock as far as he could go, he seemed to force himself to go still. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, Maxim!"

He bit out, "I am officially . . . booking you . . . for the rest of the night."

"I am officially dying to fuck you again. It's so good. So good inside me. Don't hold back!"

He pulled my hair loose, tangling his free hand in the curls. "You need more?"

"Por Dios, yes!" I sucked on his neck, moaning over his pulse point.

"Then I want my cock covered in your wetness. I want to stir myself in it." Only then did he draw his hips back, giving me a measured thrust.

The pleasure was so intense my breath caught in my throat. Another withdrawal and pump made me moan low. He alternately shoved his hips, then languidly stirred them.

He took my mouth, delving his tongue in time with his cock. My legs had eased down, my calves resting over his rock-hard ass. I could feel his taut muscles moving as he worked my body.

His determined thrusts were sending me closer to orgasm. "Harder, querido!"

Clutching my ass with splayed fingers, he wrenched me up and down with more and more force--until my teeth clattered with each landing.

I bucked to him, spurring him with my heels. He went wild, surging up inside me. "Come on me, Katya!" His face was an agonized mask, his body wracked for release. "I've waited two days for you to milk my cum again."

I hissed in a breath at his gravelly voice and accent, his dirty words. At that moment, I wanted to give him anything he desired. "I'm so close!"

He clasped my nape, his palm covering it. "Yesterday, I jerked off to fantasies of you. Even late Monday night I fucked my fist, replaying what we did."

When my core clenched in reaction, his eyes widened.

I confessed, "When I imagined sucking you off, I started finger-fucking myself. In my mind, you fed your cock between my lips. You came in a flood, and I drank you down."

His hands started to shake. Brows drawn, he rasped, "True?"

"True. It was mi fantasia, just a fantasy. But as I orgasmed I was licking my lips for more."

Maximo shockeado. At that, his shaft thickened until he could barely move. "It's my fantasy too. Woman, the things you make me think . . ."

Those tremors began deep inside me. "You took your cock away from me, and I've wanted it back ever since." One more hard thrust, and I'd be gone.

"I'm going to give it back to you all night long." He withdrew to the tip, then slammed home--

"Yes, yes, yes!" My climax ripped through me; I threw back my head and screamed his name.

He went motionless, snarling words against my neck: "Your tight little pussy--uhn!--hot, wet . . . greedy!" He began to pound me, bouncing me on his cock, forcing my heart-stopping climax to continue. "You're taking my . . . cum!" He bit out a broken yell as he ejaculated.

With each emptying thrust, he shuddered and groaned, pumping and pumping . . . until he was spent at last.

As we caught our breath, he clasped me possessively, both arms locked around my body. "Yet again, I didn't make it to the bed."

I couldn't stop pressing appreciative kisses over his cheek, his lips, his neck. "You regret that?"

He lowered his forehead to mine, seeming to bask in my kisses. "Never."

We met gazes when he began to stiffen again.

"My satiation didn't last long." With a muttered curse, he eased out from me, setting me on my feet. He removed the condom, zipped up his pants, then headed to the hall bathroom to dispose of it.

That was too good. I needed to get out of here--before I fell deeper under his spell.

When he returned, I'd already put on my coat, belting it over my ruined dress.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I told you I couldn't stay for long."

"Oh, no. I meant what I said. I'm booking you for the rest of the night." His tone was all commanding: So says the king.

He strode to the bar, selecting a bottle of champagne.

"Celebrating something?"

"We will be. You're going to show me fun."

I hesitated. I could stay here, toasting champagne with him, or return home, tripping through murky parking lots to reach my pathetic apartment.

An entire night with him? Boundaries. I can do this. I'd still leave town next Monday. I'd have to. I'd never break my third rule to stay on the move. I believed that was the only reason I was still alive.

Besides, Sevastyan would make this easy for me. After a whole night together, the player would grow tired of me and send my ass packing.

"Ah, you've decided to stay," he said, reading me so well.

"I worry though. I don't know if you can handle my brand of fun."

His full, open smile was devastating. Better than in pictures. "One way to find out."

I slipped off my heels and jacket. I unzipped the remains of my dress, stepping out of it. He appeared enthralled as I wriggled from my thong.

Naked, I sashayed in his direction, breasts swaying. On my way to the pool, I trailed my finger over his chest. "Your life's about to be changed." I ran and dove in.

When I broke the surface of the water, he was still groaning.

CHAPTER 11

"You're not drinking as much as I am," I told him from the shallow end. "Are you trying to take advantage of me?"

He sat nearby at the edge of the pool, feet on the top step, w

earing only his unbuttoned shirt and gray boxer briefs that highlighted the strength of his legs and his erect shaft. For some reason, he'd stopped undressing after his pants.

"I'll pay you a thousand dollars if you tell me something more about yourself."

I turned on my back, floating, savoring the heated salt water. "Like what?"

"What do you want out of life?"

So much! Phase one was atonement, and phase two was disappearing. Phase three entailed getting a career and friends and a social life. Maybe once I had a new identity these things would be possible. World domination was a distant phase four.

I faced him again, smoothing my hair back. "A house. A yard. A dog to run in the yard. A kitchen with tons of spices, all organized how I like them."

"Demanding creature, aren't you?"

"Ha." I wished hourly for some way to free myself from Edward.

"No man in that scenario?"

I never yearned for a relationship, since I was always preoccupied with survival. Plus, once burned, twice shy. Yet even before Edward had turned murderous, I'd been so disenchanted with men--and stunned by my own bad taste in them.

The love I'd thought I'd felt for him disappeared so totally, I doubted I'd ever loved him at all.

I swam closer to Sevastyan, settling on one of the steps. "Any man in my life would have to like my house. And my dog would have to like him. I would have a very discerning dog."

He chuckled. Oh, I enjoyed that sound. "Stringent requirements."

"And you?" I asked.

"I used to want only power. Now I'm not sure. My political term is ending, and I'm letting it."

"Why?"

"It requires me to be in Russia more than I'd prefer."

"Don't you like it there?"

"In winter? I despise it," he said, the words seeming to skim the surface of what he was thinking. "I might stay in Miami, buying and selling this town. I like it here."

He would move here right when I was leaving? How unfair. Cool yo jets, Cat!

"You could teach me Spanish."

Okay, now he was just playing with me. "Sure. Say callate la boca."

He repeated the phrase. "What does that mean?"

"Shut up."

"You're teaching me how to tell you to shut up?"

"Por Dios, no. You must understand when I tell you that."

He laughed out loud, reaching out to pull me forward till I was standing between his bent legs. "I enjoy your humor, your playfulness. You're like a kotyonok, a little kitten--"