“Vlad!” she gasped, understanding the direction of his thoughts. Perhaps she felt the intensity of his emotions, because she didn’t protest. Instead, she shifted her body to help him discard her clothes.
When she was fully naked he laid her across his desk, uncaring of the valuable items he swept aside. Jane reached for him, tugging at his clothes, tearing open the buttons of his collared shirt. She scraped her long manicured nails across his shoulders, scoring his skin in a way she knew he loved. He growled and seizing her by the waist dragged her into his erection, forcing her legs wide on the desk.
She reached between them and yanked at his belt. “Off!” she gasped.
He complied with her demand, unbuckling his leather belt and unzipping his pants. He freed his erection and dragged her closer, feeling the velvet heat of her wet pussy against the flesh of his cock. He still marvelled at the ability of her small body to take him. He knew sometimes it hurt when she wasn’t completely ready for him. She was a small woman, despite her compact curves, and he was much bigger. But he wanted her so badly he couldn’t wait. He needed to brand her, to make sure she knew she belonged to him forever.
“Prosti… I am sorry, I must,” he breathed against her before burying himself so deeply within her she jerked and bit back a scream.
Without waiting for her to adjust, he gripped her tighter against the edge of the desk and began thrusting into her. She grabbed his forearms, digging her nails so deep he knew he would have marks. He smiled grimly, loving the thought of wearing her passion. She could do nothing but hang on tightly as he took her to heights she had never before reached. The pain of his rough entry combined with his savage thrusts sent her hurtling in a new direction, toward a pleasure much darker than she was used to. Her gasps of pain turned quickly to uncontrollable screams of ecstasy.
Vlad gritted his teeth, very much enjoying the view of his naked wife laying across his desk, arching her back and spreading her knees in abandon, helplessly crying out as he forced her into new territory. “You like that, malysh? Such a good girl, much more than I ever hoped.”
He fisted a handful of her soft dark hair and pulled her head up for a searing kiss before releasing her to continue his sensual assault. He felt her tightening around him, squeezing his cock until he couldn’t bear it. He reached out to her small thrusting breasts and palmed one, his ring glinting against her white flesh in the light of the fire. He pinched her nipple hard. Her body jerked and tightened, stilling beneath him, taut as a bow.
With a long scream, she shattered under his hands. Vlad grunted, seized her by the waist and forced her down savagely onto his cock. It took very little more before he was leaping off the ledge of his own orgasm. Without thought, he shouted her name and seized her small body against his, muttering in Russian, “ya lyublyu tebya.” I love you.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on to him tightly as they both drifted back from the abyss of their mutual pleasure. Finally, Vlad lifted her from him and separated their bodies.
“Ohhh,” she gasped.
Vlad frowned and ran gentle fingers over her glistening pussy. She tried to jerk away but he held her still. “Did I hurt you, Jane?” he asked. “I am sorry. It was not my intention. My need for you overrules my good manners.”
Any annoyance she might have felt melted away at his words. He had proven time and again that he could and would hurt her, but usually in a way she loved. She gave him a half smile and reached for her clothes, shaking her head at the torn panties she held up with a raised brow. “I’m fine. More than fine, if I’m being honest. But you could go a little easier on my wardrobe, Vlad.”
He gave her a lascivious grin, zipped his pants up and buckled the belt. “I will buy you endless amounts of lingerie, my beautiful wife.”
He pulled his shirt on and reached for the buttons only to discover them missing. He cocked an eyebrow at her. She laughed, “My rich husband will buy you endless amounts of new shirts.”
He grinned wolfishly and bent to help her do up her bra and pull her tight Guns N’ Roses tee back on. She pulled her black skinny jeans on without the underwear. “It’ll be uncomfortable, but worth it knowing that you know I’m going commando under them,” she said mischievously, wiggling her gorgeous ass at him as she settled back down in front of the fireplace with her paperwork.
He sat in his worn leather chair and watched her push a tuft of her smooth hair back behind a small ear. He admired how easily she could settle back into her detective work after what they had just shared. He knew the image of her naked on his desk was going to be burned in his brain, rendering him useless for actual work. He opted instead to watch his woman, memorizing her features and every expression that crossed them. It was a game he never tired of.
Now that he had temporarily purged the eternal need he had to fuck his lovely wife he was content to relax, sprawled in his chair while she worked at his feet. He no longer felt the driving need to impress his dominance on her, because he knew beneath those tight jeans her delicious pussy bore the evidence of his ownership. He knew it was a barbaric thought. He didn’t care. Jane Sitnikov belonged to him alone and he would spend his life proving it to her.
Deep in thought, Jane suddenly gasped and lunged over the papers spread across the rug, grabbing up one in particular and then rocking back on her heels. “Of course, why didn’t I see this sooner!”
Vlad continued his perusal from his position at the desk and raised an amused brow in question. Jane’s animated face never ceased to draw him, as though he wanted to capture each expression that crossed it and keep it locked up for himself. Though she was his wife, she was still an enigma. Perhaps she would always be somewhat of a mystery. Her background had taught her to keep her silence and her time alone in the city had gifted her with dogged determination. She was a smart and resourceful woman. Vlad was not at all surprised she had found something.
“What is it, malysh?” he asked.
She flashed him a smile that never failed to make him hard and said, “I know who Addison Sterling’s stalker is.”
THE END
Sneak peek – Book 5: Fear in Her Eyes
He didn't believe in telepathy or the unexplained. He thought if there wasn't an explanation for something, then that explanation just hadn't been discovered yet. The fact that he knew Addison Sterling was standing down the hall on the other side of a solid steel door from where he stood was simply heightened senses and intuition. He was in tune with this woman's every movement, every breath, every heartbeat. He imagined, if he closed his eyes he would know at any given moment where she stood in her apartment. Right now she was preparing to leave, like she did every morning at the same time. If she belonged to him, he would break her of that dangerous habit.
Lucky for her, she would never belong to him.
She stepped out of her door and turned gracefully on her ballet flats, her long white and blue pattered dress swishing around her legs. Her long, slim fingers unerringly found the lock on the door, where she inserted the key as she'd done a thousand times and turned it. Dropping the key into a small knit purse, which was strapped across her body, separating the lovely mounds of her breasts over the elasticized top of her summer dress. She bent her knees and reached to pick up the leather case containing her cello.
As he did every morning when he came down to her floor, he ruthlessly stopped himself from reaching out to snatch the case from her, the muscles under his shirt bunching in anger. The case was too big for her. She was too fragile. She loved it too much, far more than she loved anything else. He wanted to take it from her and destroy it. Which confused him. He didn't usually have impulse control issues.
She strode confidently toward the elevator, stopping only steps from where he stood, and reached for the button, her fingers so close to his stomach she nearly touched him. He planned it that way, imagined for a second what it would feel like if she did touch him. The elevator dinged, letting her know it had arrived. She waited for approximate
ly three heartbeats and then stepped forward as the doors swished back. He stepped out in unison. As the doors closed, she turned to face them. He used the sound of the elevators closing to move swiftly around her.
Confident she was alone, she relaxed her stance, allowing her shoulders to soften. He stood so close to her back that if she'd leaned just a little she would've touched him. It was worth the risk for him to be able to reach out and touch the ends of her soft, wavy chestnut hair. To lean in close and smell the delicate tropical, flowery lotion she used on her skin after her morning shower. He inhaled deeply, savouring her scent, imagining her in the marble bathroom of her condo, naked, rubbing the hemp lotion over her curves in circular motions, as was her routine.
In his desperation to be near Addison, he must've gotten closer than he'd dared before, because she suddenly went rigid beneath the shadow of his body. Her face snapped to the side, her lips nearly brushing his where he'd bent into her neck. Her blank, dark eyes were wide with apprehension.
He stopped breathing. Not for fear of being caught. He was more than capable of taking down a dozen mercenaries, let alone one small blind woman. No, he needed to protect her. For some reason he cared for Addison Sterling, and if he got involved with her, he would hurt her, probably irreparably. The black part of his soul already called for him to reach out and grab her, to make her beg, to subjugate her, to hunt, hurt and humiliate her. Already, he couldn't leave her alone. He'd never experienced such driving need to possess a woman. At best he usually considered them unnecessary distractions that he usually avoided.
Somehow Addison was different.
"Is someone there?" she whispered, the sweet warmth of her breath rushing over him.
His cock answered her, though he stayed silent. His pupils dilated and he vibrated with the effort not to grab her, pin her to the wall of the elevator, tear her ugly dress away, force her onto her knees and enjoy the fear in her eyes while he took that beautiful mouth of hers.
The door dinged and Addison jumped, her head snapping forward once more. She visibly shook herself, pushing her shoulders back and forcing her confidence back on like a cloak of independence she wore whenever she left her apartment. "Stupid Addie," she said beneath her breath, before stepping off the elevator. He watched her like the predator he was as she shook open her white walking cane, smiled and cheerfully greeted the concierge. The elevator doors closed, cutting off his view of her. He wanted to go after her. To follow her and speak to her like a normal man would.
He couldn't. He was a savage through and through. He'd seen and done things normal men couldn't even imagine. That was why he was Tyson King's head of security. That was why he couldn't have Addison Sterling.
Unfortunately for her, he couldn't seem to let her go. Her lush curves, delicate beauty and helpless attempts at independence called to the predator in him like nothing else. He knew, eventually, he would answer that call.
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Fire & Vice Series
Book One – Prisoner of Fortune
Book Two – Fight or Flight
Book Three – King’s Command
Book Four – Savage Vendetta
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