I pull my phone out and flip over to a private app that pings any phone being used within my compound.
Bingo. I take the stairs two at a time and strip my shirt off the second I hit the third-floor landing.
I haven’t spent a lot of time with the hacker in my room, but I’m aiming to change that right now. One Nova Masters is about to find out when I give an order it’s obeyed.
Nova
The clock on the nightstand reads two-thirty in the morning and the thump and grind of music from the party downstairs only grows. I’ve barely managed to slide under the sheets when the door opens at my back. I force myself not to move at the sound of clothes, belts, keys hitting the floor. I smile.
A cool brush of air enters beneath the sheets before a warm body replaces the cold draft. As much I try to stop it, my body trembles. As much as he arouses me, he also terrifies me. Not of what he’ll do to me, but of what he’ll bring to life inside me.
“You better have clothes on,” I lash out picturing the smirk Iknowthe bastard is wearing on his smug face.
“Why when you have on enough for the both of us.”
He moves in and I edge away.
When I rushed up here, I found the room back in order. Overturned lamps, tossed books, coins. All are back in their original spots. Someone came in and straightened the mess, leaving behind a fresh vase of flowers. Like I’m staying here as a guest and not a monitored prisoner.
I ruffle the edges of the papers I stuffed beneath the mattress and count my blessings, few as they are. I have a fraction of the proof. One more piece and the recipe will be complete to hand over to the authorities.
And my laptop. I tried to connect but someone changed the password. I wonder who that could have been.
“Aren’t you supposed to be downstairs with your girls?”
“You jealous of the club candy?”
The low timbre of his voice is next to my ear.
“Club candy? Seriously. What the hell is it with all these weird names? Prez?”
“Answer my question.”
He rolls me over, the press of his fingers finding my neck. He’s nowhere near choking me, but I feel the shift of power between us all the same.
“Arrogant bastard.” The thudding of my pulse fills my ears but I still hear the gravelly timbre of his deep voice over the rush of blood.
“Not an answer. I’ll give you one more try,dorogaya moya, before I feed that naughty mouth my cock.”
I’m aware of just how little clothing he’s wearing. The truth is evident when he rises over me and the sheets pool at our waists. The dark, thick outline of his shaft teases my hand to reach for it.
Suddenly I’m all too grateful for the fact I’ve left my clothing on. Seeing his muscular bare chest, the way the shadows cling to all those grooves and dips in the low lighting is a fine way to make me momentarily forget he’s the enemy. Again.
His steel eyes flicker over mine. I feel more pinned in place by the piercing stare than I do with his hand closed over my throat.
He ignores the finely pressed line of my mouth and takes my silence as an invitation to steal a kiss. Hard lips crash into mine. The heat of his tongue forcing entry.
I shake my head and try to dislodge him but he’s strong and has dominance over me.
Powerful and imposing. From head to toe one full-body shiver slithers through me leaving my body covered in goosebumps and my nipples puckered treats for his eyes.
Steel turns molten. His growl is hungry and on the cusp of revealing his irritation.
We both know what this is. Him being pissed at me for disobeying his direct order. Well, fuck him.
He pushes to his knees and the sheet hiding the lower half of him falls away. Lord save me from my wicked desires. The man is a decade older than me, is in some mafia doing only God knows what. Bought me at freaking auction, that’s what. And I want to fuck him. I’ve got to be broken inside, right? Something damaged in my earlier years that makes me want to ride him and kill him in the same breath?
The muscles, the scars, the scruff of beard along his jaw. It all works in tandem against my self-control. Around him, I’m not the version of Nova Masters I know. The one ushering my sister to college, making sure she’s in bed by midnight. Making sure the laundry is folded and keeping my line of work and the people I have to interact with far from our home.