When it’s over, he won’t have a place to hide. If he eventriesto silence any of the cops on his payroll, there will be hell to pay. And he’ll definitely try to silence as many as he can. Whether through intimidation or orders. But how many of them will submit now that they’ve been dragged into the light as well?
And if he sells out any of them…then he’ll have kicked the hornet’s nest. The rest will want revenge. There will be mutiny.
My cock throbs as my eyes refocus on Liya. Her flushed face. Her parted lips. Her filled-out curves—heavy with our child—as she stares defiantly back at me. There’s no fear. There’s no hesitation. Just defiance and pride.
Myclever fox.
I tighten my grip around her neck, and her pulse races as she takes a shuddering breath. Her breasts strain against the thin fabric of her clothing—the maternity dresses that I bought for her—and I feel my cock slowly rise at the thought of ripping it away. Fuck, I love it when she stares at me like this. Like she’s my equal. My wife. My queen.
I swear she does it on purpose.
She grabs my wrist, running her thumb over the edge of my palm. “Do you see it, Pavel? Or do I need to spell it out for you?”
I’m too absorbed by the pulsing veins in her neck to respond. They thump under my fingertips. She shivers and struggles to swallow, the muscles of her throat flexing under my hand. I’m applying just enough pressure to warn her—to give her a taste of the ways I can manipulate her. But somehow, I think she knows it’s just an empty gesture.
I lean so close to her that I can practically hear her heartbeat thudding in time with the pulse at my fingertips.
“I see it, Liya…” I nip at her jaw. “But that’s not what I want to see right now.”
My thumb rises to her lips and invades her mouth. Her eyes close as her soft lips grip instinctively around it. I catch her waist, cradling her to me while trying to control the ravenous desire growing inside me.
She’s just ruined my reputation.
Yet all I want to do is fuck her raw.
I back her into the wall. “Do you know what I want to see?”
Her eyelids droop as I tilt her head back. She gasps, shoving her pussy against my aching cock. I ignore the urge to thrust.
She tears my hand away from her chin and lunges for my lips, mewling as she wraps her arms around my neck and daring me to kiss her. To consume her. It’s irresistible. She’s irresistible. As much as she angers me, pushes my buttons, and drives me up a wall, I can’t deny her influence over me.
I hate it.
I admire it.
I love it.
I wish I could resist it.
She grabs the belt loops of my pants. “Show me.”
Every sensation doubles and sends me chasing after her like a predator. She races up the steps and flees into the bedroom, leaving articles of clothing behind like bread crumbs. I trip out of my shoes, shed my blazer, and unbutton my shirt as I race after her. My mind scatters. All logic has flown out the window.
I can’t control what she does. I can’t control her thoughts.
But I can still control her desire.
And as long as I can still control that, she’ll keep begging me for more.
Chapter Seventeen
Liya
Lips scorch me. Breath invigorates me. Touch ignites me.
Every bit of me is on fire.
Pavel locks his hands behind my thighs and hoists me into the air. He presses me to the door. He nudges my pussy with the head of his cock.God, I don’t ever want this to stop.