“Krichi dlya menya,” he husks in Russian, telling me to scream.
One hard shove of his fingers against my clit and I come again, obeying with a scream I don’t care who hears.
“Anastasia.” Viktor’s voice barely registers in my mind.
Until it does… and I’m so ashamed.
I glance at the quiet phone and it’s like I can see him watching me with disappointment. And so much hurt.
Then I look at Desmier’s smiling face and quickly fix my top, covering my breast. With the utmost disgust, I shake my head at him. What he just did was so mean and cruel, and so damn fucked up. Just like him.
He drops my leg and picks up the phone. “As you heard, dear brother, I take great care of my things.” Although his slight accent deepens and it’s sexy, he sounds like he could be talking about a car or the asset he once called me.
“You fucking asshole.” Viktor’s tone is overflowing with so much fury, I can almost feel his wrath burning my skin.
“Goodbye Viktor. Do not call her again.” Desmier hangs up the phone and sets it back on the window ledge. Then he hardens his stare.
He really is evil. “You asshole. Why did you do that?”
“Because I can.”
Rage like I’ve never felt before possesses me and I slap his cheek so hard my fingers leave a print.
I go to slap him again, not caring what he’ll do to me but he grabs my hand and shoves me harder into the wall.
He pushes his body into me and I feel his hard cock pressing into my belly.
“Watch it baby girl, you haven’t seen me mad yet. You won’t like me mad.”
“Fuck you. I don’t like you anyway.”
He laughs. “If it makes you feel better, you keep telling yourself all the lies you want. But you came for me, Anastasia. Your naughty little pussy doesn’t lie.”
“It was a natural reaction because you touched me.”
“You were already wet for me when I touched you. Meaning you wanted me.”
“No,” I choke out, feeling like I’ve just been called out on a secret I would have taken to my grave. “I don’t want y—"
His mouth crushes to mine, cutting off my words like a short circuit in a wire.
He gives me the kiss I never got that night when this craziness all started. And it’s every bit as raw and unapologetic as it is seductive.
The provocative pressure sends a shockwave through my system, numbing my brain. Hunger unlike I’ve ever known stirs to life in my soul and I’m so stunned and helpless against him that when he yanks me flush against his hard chest, I kiss him back.
One large hand clamps the back of my neck while the other laces through my hair to deepen the kiss. My lips part against the assault of him and he uses the chance to push his tongue into my mouth with a deep masculine groan that turns my knees to water. The delicious taste of him melts me as he gives me something I never knew I needed.
It’s hard to imagine that a devil like him could kiss like this, rivaling every heart-fluttering kiss from the movies and raising the bar for all Prince Charmings– past, present, and future.
How strange that we’ve done so many other things but never kissed. Now that we are, it feels like I’m tasting the real him.
I press my hands against his chest, feeling over granite muscle as I drink in his scent of sandalwood and power and sex. It erases everything I warned myself about resisting him.
Then he pulls away and releases me. Leaving me breathless, and like I wasn’t alive until just now.
He glares at me, staring into my eyes like he can see everything I try to hide from the world. “You do like me. And I like you too, or we wouldn’t be here. This wouldn’t be so hard.”
I want to deny his stupid, stupid words but I can’t because they aren’t stupid.