“In bed, Juliana.”
Oh no. He’s upset. I rub my shoulder and notice that Konstantin is even ignoring Charlie turning in eager circles at Konstantin’s feet, whimpering, and pushing a toy closer to him.
“Well, I ... I don’t know. You’re all different in bed too, have different approaches, different styles, and-”
Konstantin closes the space between us. He seems twice as big, a hulk compared to his normal giant teddy bear self. His eyes cut through me with so much heat and frustration that I think I can actually feel it myself.
“Kon ...”
“I don’t settle for second best, Juliana,” He says.
“Listen, tiger.” I take a step back. “I like how we are in bed together. I’m not hedging. I don’t have a favorite and-”
“You’re about to.” He says in a dark voice while taking off his shirt. I catch sight of his gun, but his body is a better weapon to focus on. Muscles so cut, so big, arms that make my thighs look small. He’s mouthwatering in every possible way. “Eye fuck me now.”
The order surprises me and I rip my eyes away to stare at his face. “What?”
“Because you’re going to be too busy with your face in the pillows tonight.” He tosses me over his shoulder and swats my ass. I gasp in surprise.
As Konstantin takes me to my bed, he pushes my thong to the side and strokes my slit slowly. The bounce of each step means the tip of his finger slips into my pussy, but he never gives me more. It’s a tease that’s so unexpected, so full of dirty promise that I’m breathless when he actuallytossesme onto the bed. I crawl backward, staring at him in awe.
“Strip.” His dark gravelly voice raises goosebumps all over my skin.
I hesitate and Konstantin wraps his hand around my ankle, dragging me toward him so he can get his hands on me. He rips my dress off me as his muscles tense and I think I actually groan as the fabric tears.
“Kon.”
Of course, I didn’t bother with a bra. I’ve learned it’s not worth it. Lingerie – yes. Bras – no. Konstantin palms one of my large breasts, stroking and kneading until I’m a trembling mess. My nipple hardens against his rough palm.
“What are you thinking of right now?” He demands.
“You.”
“And?”
I swallow. “The hitman and getting things fixed and-”
He kisses me hungrily, gripping my hair so tightly, that I feel pinpricks of pain. But his tongue, so skilled, taking the lead and branding me with his claim is so intense and delicious that I can’t help but try and wrap myself around him.
Kon holds my hands at my side and draws back. “Touch me and I’ll stop.”
“What?”
He arches his eyebrows. “Pretty clear, Juliana.”
I lick over my puffy lips just for him to kiss me again and again. He nips my bottom lip, uses his tongue, his lips and it’s so overwhelming, so all-consuming that my hands end up on his chest. How am I possibly supposed to remember rules when he’s dropped any illusion of restraint?
Konstantin flips me over, and jerks my hips up, so I’m on my elbows and knees on the bed. I expect him to spank me, Max has gotten me plenty familiar with that, but instead, he bites my ass. I gasp and look at him over my shoulder.
“What are you thinking about, naughty girl?” He asks darkly.
“You, Konstantin.”
“And?”
I swallow. “The hit.”
He swats my thigh while following the line of my thong with his tongue. It’s dizzying. The way he layers pain and pleasure, denial and foreplay. I’m trembling with need after the third swat and lick treatment.