The fucker had the talk with her.
“I admit there’s an insane attraction between us, but it hasn’t even been two weeks, Demitri.” Her eyes fill with steel as she holds her own in front of me. “I’m not yours until I love you, and that’s going to take more time.”
My muscles tense, and it takes every bit of strength I have to not force her to submit.
Give her time, Demitri. Back down.
Still, I keep my tight hold on her throat, then say, “The best I can do is to not force a marriage between us. But I will take care of you, and you won’t fight me on it.”
A frown darkens her beautiful features. “Who said anything about a marriage?”
“People like us marry to strengthen alliances. You need the protection and someone to run your father’s businesses. I could easily use it to force you to bend to my will.”
She gives me a glare. “Then why don’t you force me?”
My eyes drift over her face, and I brush my thumb over her soft skin. “Because I want your free will.” Lowering my head, my teeth tug at her bottom lip. “I don’t want to break you. Your feistiness is one hell of a turn-on.”
My tongue darts out, swiping over her lips. “I want your fire.” I plunge inside her mouth, stroking her tongue hard before I pull a little back again. Watching her, I move my other hand to the waistband of her sweatpants, and slipping beneath the fabric, I push my fingers down until I feel the heat of her pussy and how fucking soaked she is for me. I drive a finger inside her to coat my skin with her essence and then rub it over her clit.
Her chest begins to heave as her breaths come faster and her cheeks flush.
I only have to play with her clit for a couple of seconds before her hips begin to move, and she starts grinding herself against my hand.
“Come, Malyshka,” I order.
Her arms dart up, and wrapping them tightly around my neck, her mouth slams against mine as her body begins to convulse, and then I taste her orgasm and drink her moans and whimpers.
When she comes down from the pleasure I allowed her to have, I pull my hand from her sweatpants and bringing my fingers to her mouth, I coat her lips and then suck her taste off them.
Christ.
The taste of her is like an adrenaline shot to my system, my cock straining against my zipper to get to her.
But this isn’t about pleasure. It’s a show of control.
Taking hold of her arms, I pull them from my neck and take a step away from her.
“Your body already belongs to me. Soon I’ll have your heart. Then your soul.”
Ariana places a hand over her stomach, just taking deep breaths as she stares at me.
“But first, I need to take care of Tao. Don’t leave the apartment. Nikhil will stay with you. You’ll be safe.”
Leaving Ariana in her room, I go back to the living room and say, “Let’s go, Alexei.” I glance at Nikhil. “Nothing happens to Ariana. Protect her with your last breath.”
“Yes, boss,” Nikhil replies while he rises from the couch he was sitting on.
Alexei follows me out the front door, and then only does he ask, “Everything okay?”
“Of course,” I mutter, resisting the urge to bring my fingers to my nose so I can inhale Ariana’s scent.
ARIANA
I barely make it to the bed, and slumping down on the edge of the mattress, I try to gather my bearings that were just steam-rolled by Demitri.
All I can do is breathe through the searing desire still burning inside me. The orgasm was unexpected and mind-blowing, but not enough to satisfy my need for Demitri.
Girl, I don’t think therapy is going to help anymore.
I know I should be angry, but instead, I’m so freaking turned on by how dominant he is.
Yep, I’m a lost cause.
The way he looked at me, all possessive, his features cut out of granite. Swoon.
The part of me that’s still sane says I should be terrified and try to escape while I still can.
But I don’t want to.
It’s pathetic, I know, but all I want to do is hand the pieces of my life over to Demitri and let him take control.
Letting out a sigh, I rise to my feet, and hoping to get some of my old self back, I walk to the bathroom so I can take a bath in my own tub.
I try not to think that Demitri and Alexei are out there killing a man because of me. Instead, I take my time washing my hair and giving myself a facial. I even pluck and tint my eyebrows. Anything to keep busy.
Next, I open my closet, and figuring I’ll have to pack a bag for Russia, I pull a small suitcase from the top shelf and set it down on the bed.