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He did look at her then. He wanted the full weight of his lust to show. Wanted her to understand he meant business.
"Because that kind of intimacy forms a lasting bond, and I have every intention of keeping you, Tiressa. Make no mistake. This isn't a game for me. Not that part, anyway." He gave her his best wicked grin. "The rest of it... well, that's the ultimate game. How far can I push you before you simply do what I want in order to gain satisfaction?"
Her face hardened, and her jaw tightened. She obviously didn't like that idea. Good. He wanted her on edge. He wanted her fully focused on him, to be wary of him. It would make her surrender all the more complete.
"So, exactly where are you taking me?"
He turned back to the console and smothered another smile. "Think of it as an extended vacation."
"My company might not care so much about me, but my cargo was pretty damned expensive. When I don't show up in a reasonable amount of time, they will look for me."
"Look, but they won't find. I've been hiding from official channels for the better part of my adult life, and I'm still here.
With the bounty on my head and the things I'm accused of, if anyone could find me, believe me, they would turn me in. No one is going to find us."
"That's not the answer I wanted," she muttered. Tiressa turned to the viewscreen and crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't suppose this thing has an escape pod I could use."
"Sure. If you have the code to make it work. Which I'm not giving you."
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"Great. Just fucking great."
What a fine mess she'd gotten herself into. They'd been flying for hours through sectors of space she'd never even heard of. Her eyelids were getting heavy, but she dared not close them. There was no telling where she'd end up next if she did. She might still not know exactly where she was, but at least she knew how she'd gotten there. Space was a big
"empty," but if one knew how to read a navigational system, one could still find road maps. Even if it was in nothing but trace gasses. In something as empty as space, every particle was a distinctive feature.
Unfortunately, she probably missed as much as she caught. Every move Yuri made caught her eye. She was so acutely aware of him even the slight, masculine spice of his aftershave distracted her. She wanted nothing more than to bury her nose in his neck and inhale deeply. Tiressa could still smell him on her clothes from where he'd pressed so intimately against her earlier.
The little whimper escaped before she could stop it, and she immediately bit her lip to keep anything else from slipping out. Like, "Please fuck me before I have to do something drastic."
"What was that?" He was looking at her as if he could read her mind.
"I didn't say anything," she bit out between her teeth.
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be in her best interest to give in to what they both were obviously craving. He was wanted for High Crimes. Once caught, he'd be put to death, likely on the spot. If she were found with him, what would happen to her?
"No, but you were thinking something."
"What I was thinking had nothing to do with you."
He actually snorted at that. "You're not a very good liar."
"I'm not lying. I was —"
"Your every thought now is centered squarely on me.
You'd be a fool for them not to be. I have, after all, kidnapped you and told you I plan on seducing you. Not to mention that I'm the most wanted man in history. If the media is to be believed, I've killed more people than even the Germans during Old Earth's Second World War. I've killed entire planets of people just because I needed their world's resources to further my quest for domination of the universe and, if caught while you're with me, you'll likely be found guilty by association."
She scowled at him. "Bastard."
"No, but I'm sure my mother isn't too proud."
"For someone who's trying to 'seduce' me, as you put it, you're not trying very hard. If you think you can get me to do anything you want just because I'm attracted to you, you're sadly mistaken. I won't sell my soul for sex, even great sex."
"All I'm saying is, perhaps, you shouldn't believe everything you hear."
"So, all those people didn't actually die at your hands?
How do you explain the planets full of dead people?"
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"We'll get to that. First, I have to know how much I can trust you."
"And if you find you can't trust me?"
"Then it's a secret I'll take to my grave. I'm not letting you go, my lovely. And I plan on tearing down your defenses until you don't want to let me go, either."
She gave him a level stare. "I think you have a very high opinion of yourself, Mr. Dubnikov."
"On the contrary. I am a killer, and not a very bright one, as you may find out later. But not in the way you think. All you need to know right now is that I swear on my life I did not do the horrible things I'm accused of."
"And if you did, your word wouldn't be worth spit."
Her reply seemed to startle him, but he tipped a mock salute and said, "Touche."
"So, I guess we're at a standstill."
"On the contrary. Nothing's changed except I'll have to work harder to prove my innocence to you." He turned to her again. This time, he stood. Tiressa's reflex action was to stand also and take a step back. "If I'd wanted to hurt you, I could have done it a dozen times before now."
If she'd had any sense, Tiressa would have kicked him in the nuts. If she'd had any sense. Unfortunately, her curiosity was always her weakness, and there was so much to be curious about right now. Like, if Yuri was really innocent, why was he being framed? Like what that big, hard body looked like under his T-shirt.
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most sectors. No way. No fucking way was she getting caught up in whatever he was into. Not for a good lay. Not for a hot body. The man was one seriously hot specimen, but he could kill her with a flick of his wrist. He was dangerous.
"I tell you what." He crossed his arms over that massive chest and leaned against the bulkhead nonchalantly. "What if I let you secure me to the wall in restraints like I was on your ship? You get to explore what you're missing, and I can't do anything you don't want me to."
Fuck. He would come up with something like that to take away some of the risk. "It's still not a good idea."
He gave her a slow, sexy smile then. "But you didn't say
'no'."
"Fuck," she swore and turned to pace away from him. "I'm not doing this."
"Then why were you just looking at the cuffs lying on the back console?" He cocked an eyebrow and nodded to the device in question. He would have to have seen that. Asshole.
"One time, Tiressa. You can explore to your heart's content with no risk." His voice was a dangerous mix of seduction and taunting. Tiressa had never been called a coward in her life.
She was too tough for that, with the muscle to back it up. But in one sentence, this man made her feel like a scared little girl being called out on a dare.
"Fine," she groused. "But don't think this will change anything. I'm simply scratching an itch..." She thought about leaving it there, but she couldn't help adding, "...and paying you back for the last time."
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br /> Dubnikov merely chuckled. "Whatever works for you, my lovely. I merely want another taste of you. However I can get it."
Oh, damn! Just like that, Tiressa was on fire. Sweat beaded her upper lip, and her belly clenched. She absolutely had to have this man, shackled or not,. The thought that once he was secured to the wall she'd have him helpless and could return to civilized space and get rid of him crossed her mind, but she swiftly rejected it. Not only would that mean she couldn't explore his body to her heart's content, but it was a dirty, underhanded thing to do. Despite what he was accused of, he hadn't done anything to her, and she was a firm believer in innocent until proven guilty. If she was wrong, and he turned on her, she'd regret her actions now, but her gut told her he was on the up and up. She hadn't made it this far in life by ignoring her instincts, and she wasn't about to start now.
Without another word, Yuri whipped his shirt over his head, and Tiressa's world turned upside down. His body was perfection in a creamy skin. Made for sex. Sex with her. He was her every wet dream come true. Hollows and ridges painted his torso and arms with delicious, sexy muscle all roped in prominent veins. His hair fell over his shoulders like spun silk, and her fingers itched to tangle in the thick mane.
He didn't remove his pants, but moved to the wide bulkhead in the back of the control room and held out his hands for her to fasten the restrictor cuffs on him. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at her with a mocking smile, as if she would somehow be letting him down if she changed her mind.
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Why it mattered to her, she couldn't fathom. The only reason that came to mind was temporary insanity related to an overdose of lust. By God, the man was walking, talking, sizzling sex. Green eyes snagged hers and, before she realized what she'd done, she'd picked up the cuffs and snapped them securely around his wrists with shaking hands.
She took both of his hands in hers and raised them over his head, her breasts fitting snugly against his chest as she stretched over him. With a little click, the restrictor cuffs stuck fast to the wall, and Tiressa stood back to admire the man before her.
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Chapter Five
The brazen beauty didn't bother to hide her lust. Good. If they started out with truth, it would be easier to find the ultimate satisfaction. She looked at him like she wanted to eat him. Her eyes wandered the expanse of his torso to what was most likely an impressive bulge. Heaven knew he was harder than he'd ever been in his life. Never had he wanted a woman so badly.
And he would have her. Not just for now, but forever. He'd known it the moment he'd laid eyes on her. It had been that way with his father, and his father before him. Yuri didn't question his feelings, simply accepted them.
Tiressa finally stepped closer to him, as she'd been when she'd fastened his wrists to the bulkhead. This time, she ran her fingertips lightly over his chest and abdomen. Her breathing was deep and even, her lips parted. Warm breath fanned his chest and neck as she exhaled, and Yuri longed for those lips to explore his skin the way her hands did.
He watched in fascination as her hands found their way to his breeches and deftly unfastened them. There was a moment's jealousy as he wondered how many times she'd done the same thing to other men, but it immediately vaporized at the first brush of her fingers on his engorged cock. As long as she kept doing that, he didn't care. What mattered now was keeping her with him from here on out.
He'd have to prove himself worthy, and he'd definitely enjoy the proving.
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Tiressa stroked and caressed his shaft, testing the weight of his balls and running her fingers up and down its rigid length. Her focus seemed completely on every throb of his member. She actually licked her lips before sinking to her knees and licking him from base to tip.
Yuri could no more hold in his hiss of pleasure than he could have quit breathing. Her tongue felt like warm honey flowing over him, and when she enveloped the head of his cock he knew his eyes permanently crossed. She hummed on the backstroke only to suck him back down again. She didn't look up at him, as most women would have. This was for her pleasure, not his—which was fine with him. She was exploring to her heart's content and, hopefully, readying him to satisfy her even more.
Over and over she sucked his cock down as far as she could before pulling back and licking around the head only to take him down again. It wasn't long before she had him groaning with every pull and lick of her talented tongue and lips. Never once did she look at him, but braced her hands on his thighs, her eyes closed, and sucked his cock like it was her favorite lollipop.
Yuri didn't hold back. He let her know exactly how much he loved what she was doing with every moan and growl.
Sweat beaded his skin as he held on to his orgasm by sheer force of will. There was no way in hell he was going to spend himself inside her hot little mouth before he got a chance to fuck her. He meant what he said earlier about coming inside her, and her mouth wasn't what he had in mind.
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Finally, she let his cock go with a little pop and stood. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders in waves, her lips swollen with her effort.
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Her question was more a statement. She had a little, knowing smile, but also a look of wonder as if she hadn't expected he'd enjoy getting head from a beautiful, passionate woman.
"Absolutely. Couldn't you tell?" He knew his smile was a bit strained, but that was OK. Let her see how hard it was to hold on.
"Then why won't you come?" She looked excited, but a little disappointed.
Yuri didn't hesitate in his response. "Because I will never take my pleasure without seeing to yours first. If that means I suffer for a while, then so be it. I'll come, but not before you do."
She gave him a confused look for a moment before wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him with so much passion Yuri thought they'd spontaneously combust. He wasn't sure why his response seemed to please her so much, but he was definitely glad. He would have her. Not just her body, but her heart, as well. And what Yuri set his mind to doing, he did. Always.
Tiressa could never remember a time in her life when someone had put her pleasure ahead of his. Yet here was a man she didn't know. A man who, by all accounts, was a cold-blooded killer. And he was holding himself back until he gave her pleasure. Was this some kind of game, or was he for real?
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about him. Just one more reason for her to reevaluate her situation.
She loved the way he tasted, the way his tongue danced with hers. He didn't try to control the kiss, but she found herself surrendering to him, nonetheless. His tongue licked at the inside of her mouth, and she opened willingly for him.
Just the feel of his mouth and tongue and lips sent her heart racing. If there were no other way to touch him, this one sensation would have turned her on like nothing else. The man definitely knew how to kiss.
Muscles bunched and flexed beneath her touch, and she rubbed her body against his much like a cat might. She remembered what it had been like to have him over her and completely in control and regretted using the cuffs.
Fuck it. It had been his idea, anyway. She'd do what damage she could in their limited position, then see what her gut told her to do next.
On some level, Tiressa knew he was right. She was his.
When it had happened or how exactly, she wasn't sure. She only knew that she had to have more of him than a few rounds of mind-blowing sex would allow. He'd said he hadn't committed those horrible crimes, and her instincts said he was telling the truth. She'd giv
e him the benefit of the doubt for now. It might cause her significant heartache later, but she was nothing if not a risk taker.
Backing away from him with quick, jerky movements, Tiressa shrugged out of her flight suit. She didn't bother removing her panties, instead simply pulled the crotch to the 51
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side and slid up his body to impale herself on his shaft. Both of them groaned.
Yuri strained against his bonds, muscles bunching as he tried to touch her. The cuffs held fast, though, and Tiressa smiled as she began a slow, rocking glide up and down his cock. He thrust his pelvis at her, driving himself deeper into her depths. She knew he wanted free, but he said nothing. He merely moved as much as he could, actually controlling the tempo of their mating from his confines.
She gripped his hips with her thighs, her knees bent. The tops of her feet were braced on his lower thighs just above his knees for leverage. Up and down she slid over him as fast as the awkward position would allow. She wrapped her arms around his neck and simply held on as she rode him. His snarls and growls were all the encouragement she needed. He was definitely enjoying this as much as she was.
Catching sight of herself and her captive in the window was Tiressa's undoing. Her climax hit her almost immediately and with the force of a nuclear detonation. She threw back her head and gripped Yuri's shoulders as she screamed his name. Pleasure consumed her as she clung to Yuri. She thrashed on his dick, reveling in the sensations and so very grateful she'd given in to her desires. It was the most intense experience of her life. Including her trip through the nebula storm.
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maybe he hadn't enjoyed himself as much as she had, and the unexpected pain drove away the last, fading remnants of pleasure from her body. Anger quickly replaced hurt as she let herself slide to the deck. His cock slid from her body to slap wetly against her belly.
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