Just as I was about to turn I sensed movement behind me. My whole body froze as he emerged from the water behind me.
Swallowing the scream that tore out of my throat, I spun around. His dancing eyes were mere inches away from my face. It drove me backwards until my back hit the wall of the pool. “M-Mr…” I couldn’t even remember his name.
“Call me Yuri,” he suggested softly, his eyes though were dark with desire.
The strength left my legs, and I must have begun to sink into the water because his hand slid around my waist, or maybe just because he wanted to. In this moment, I wasn’t coherent about a lot. I just hung on to him as if for dear life. “You said you wouldn’t touch me, Mr. Volkov,” I said, my gaze seeing absolutely nothing as I stared densely to the left of him.
“Yuri,” he reminded softly.
“You said you wouldn’t touch me … Yuri.”
“I said I wouldn’t touch you…unless you wanted me to.”
“I didn’t say I wanted you to,” I protested weakly. The sensation of his strong hand curled around my waist did all kinds of crazy things to me. God, how I wanted this man.
“Didn’t you?” he murmured.
My throat closed at the look in his eyes. I could only shake my head.
“I didn’t want to hire you,” he muttered.
I swallowed. “Maybe you shouldn’t have.”
“Why not?” he asked.
I turned my face away from him.
With a finger on my chin, he brought my gaze back to his. “Why not?” he repeated.
I didn’t think he needed an answer to the question and he proved me right. He leaned in and with his lips barely an inch away from my skin traced my scent up my jawline and then down my neck, slowly, excruciatingly. I shut my eyes like someone possessed and then from nowhere heard his voice in my ears.
“Because you want to fuck me too?” With an arm around my waist, he slammed me into his chest, my breasts crushed to the hardness his body. He rubbed me against him.
Oh, God, if he did this long enough, I felt sure it would bring me to an orgasm, a shameless brutal one. One that would leave me with not a shred of dignity. Shaking my head, I willed the strength back into my limp body, and putting my hands on his hard chest, I pushed myself away from him.
He let me go. “Why do you deny what’s going on between us? You walked into the dining room and my dick was instantly hard. And you were flushed red. So you feel it too. What exactly is holding you back?”
Angry with myself for failing to conceal my desire, and at him for blatantly pointing it out, I frowned. “You’re wrong about me.”
He didn’t say a word…instead, he brought his face toward mine.
I shut my eyes and my heart pounded so hard in my chest I was sure he could hear it. I could feel his lips burn a trail on my skin as they traced along the line of my jaw. A barrage of raw primal need coursed through my bloodstream. Something very dangerous loomed about him. I could sense it from the first moment we met. Now, as his pure animalistic strength seemed to overpower me, I wanted nothing more than to be ravished by him, but I made one last desperate attempt to escape.
His hand shut out to the edge of the pool and blocked my exit.
I stared at the network of bulging veins running down the heavily muscled limb. In that moment I couldn’t stomach it any longer, so I turned to him and lashed out, “If you want to fuck me so badly, then just do so and get it over with.”
His brows raised and the hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
I realized he enjoyed mocking me. It angered me even further. I didn’t even care if I got myself fired. I shot out my hand underneath the water, my gaze not breaking away from his and grabbed his thick cock. I heard the excited gasp escaping his lips at my hold, and it gave me that bit of confidence I needed.
With his other hand, he caged me into place. I watched him while seething.
His lips spread into a full wolfish grin. “You’re coming for blood?”
My frown deepened. Spreading my legs apart, I drew his cock to me forcing his entire body along, and over my swimsuit, I stroked the wide head up and down the lips of my sex. My head fell slightly backwards as I moaned silently at the sensation. A dark coil of ecstasy unfurled in the pit of my stomach.
He buried his face in my neck, and nipped bruising kisses on my skin, his tongue shooting out to tease my pulse before he moved onward and plunged his tongue into my mouth.