Vaska groaned but stayed perfectly still.
Then I crossed a line.
I repeated the motion, but this time I boldly shimmied my ass against his abdomen.
The moment I did so, I knew I was in trouble.
All the air left the room in a rush.
The atmosphere crackled with renewed sexual tension.
He fisted his hand into my hair and wrenched my head back. Biting my earlobe, he growled, “That was just what I was waiting for.”
Oh, God.
Vaska took complete control.
He pulled out and thrust in deep, pounding into my body again and again, every thrust more powerful than the last. His painful grip on my hair held me in place as he rocked his hips into me. Several times he added to the pleasurable pain by spanking my ass with each rhythmic push of his shaft.
He consumed me. There wasn’t an inch of my body that didn’t feel his touch, his brand, in some way. He was right; this wasn’t sex, not even close. This was fucking. My willpower was gone. As I climaxed for the third time, I screamed. I didn’t have to turn to know he was smirking. I had submitted and given him precisely what he wanted, right down to my orgasmic scream.
Releasing my hair, he drove into me several more times before reaching his own completion. I collapsed forward onto the pillows, my arms stretched above my head. The heat of his skin scorched my back as he reached over me to untie my wrists. The bed shifted as he rose. He draped a soft blanket over me. I kept my eyes closed as I listened to him dress.
Outside there was a clamor of raised voices and slamming of car doors. He peeked through the curtains and nodded. “My crew is here to install the security system.”
For a moment, I was confused, until I remembered his real purpose for even being here this morning. It was funny how three unbelievable orgasms from a completely hot-as-fuck stranger could really scramble a girl’s brain.
I guessed now he would leave. At least I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. That was how these things always ended in the movies. The guy got what he wanted and then he’d split. I was sure I should be feeling some kind of Catholic guilt bullshit or regret, and maybe I would once I felt human again. For now, I was a satisfied puddle of melted bones.
Dressed again in his trousers and shirt, he held his suit jacket as he leaned over and brushed the hair from my face. He gave me a kiss on the forehead.
Here it comes. The promise to call. A promise he would have no intention of fulfilling.
Without saying a word, he left.
That bastard!
The least he could have done was lie to me.
I waited to hear the closing of the front door, but it never came. A moment later he returned to the bedroom holding my phone. “Unlock it.”
“What?”
“Your phone, unlock it.”
“Why?”
He sighed. “Mary, you are going to need to work on this nasty habit you have of questioning my orders. I’m being patient and forgiving now, but that will not last.”
This is him being patient?
What would him being impatient look like?
With him staring down at me with those dark, inscrutable eyes, I didn’t have a choice. I typed in zero, one, one, nine, Buffy’s birthday, and unlocked the phone.
He took it from me and typed something. The phone in his pocket pinged.
He handed my phone back to me and shrugged into his suit jacket. As he buttoned it, he said, “Whatever plans you have this evening, cancel them. I’ll be here at eight.”
My mouth fell open. So it was like that? “Just because I let you… fuck me… doesn’t mean I’ll let you do it again. This was a one-time thing.”
Vaska ran his knuckles down my cheek. “You didn’t let me do anything. I took what I wanted and yes, it will happen again… and again.”
My cheeks burned at the truth of his implication. Before I could object, he turned to leave the room but not before calling over his shoulder, “Be ready at eight and put some clothes on. If I find out you were half naked in front of my men, there will be hell to pay tonight.”
Springing up onto my knees, uncaring for my naked state, I threw the bed pillows at his retreating back.
I heard his laughter till the front door closed.
Bastard.
Well, he was in for a rude surprise if he thought I was going to be here dutifully waiting for him later tonight with my legs open.
Chapter 4
Mary
After wrapping the blanket around myself, I scrambled off the bed and crept over to the window. Careful to stay to the side, out of view, I peeked through the curtains. I watched as Vaska approached a crew of five men unloading a ladder and equipment out of an unmarked black van. The moment he approached, they all stopped what they were doing and gave him their full attention. This was even more astounding given the rough appearance of the crew. They all screamed recently paroled. It was obvious Vaska demanded respect. It was even a little sexy watching him in command. I mean, it had to take a real badass to get the respect of a dangerous-looking crew like that. Well, a badass or a fellow criminal who was even more dangerous than them. Yikes.
I shifted my stance as I felt a twinge of pleasure between my legs as the scene sparked memories of how he had been in command in this bedroom not an hour earlier, ordering me about, expecting and getting my immediate obedience.
As Vaska walked away, climbed into an impossibly expensive-looking car, and drove off, I flopped back onto my bed. Staring at the ceiling, I replayed the events of the morning over and over in my head. I needed to understand how that man, a complete stranger, had voodooed me straight into bed like that. There had to have been some kind of dark magic involved. The problem was no matter how I tossed it about in my head, the sequence always seemed the same.
Open door to crazy hot, sexy, dangerous-looking bad boy stranger.
He flashes a gun.
Scream his name while tied to my bed.
The end.
I rubbed my eyes. I really needed to stop drinking cheap tequila. Obviously, the tequila shots I had done with Dimitri last night before he left with Emma had scrambled my brain. Thank God I had no intention of ever seeing Vaska again. The idea was ludicrous. A man like that would swallow me whole and spit out my tiny bones when he was done with me. If this was how I acted within minutes of meeting him, I wouldn’t stand a chance if I was actually dating him. Not that he was even offering to date me. It was far more likely he now expected me to be a fun piece on the side. The type of girl he could just fuck whenever and wherever he wanted at the snap of his fingers.
What angered me… I mean… what really, really pissed me off?
He would be right.
With orgasms like that, I would become his little devoted puppy, following him around begging for a treat and, worse, forgiving him when he kicked me. And trust me, the kicks were coming. I had seen enough movies and television shows to know the kicks always came with a man like Vasili Lukovich Rostov.
My phone buzzed as the screen lit up.
Grabbing it off the bed, I read the text. It was from Vaska.
My men are coming inside.
There was a pause, then another text.
You better be dressed.
I looked down at the blanket only loosely wrapped around my body. Fuck. I had on a pair of black capris and my favorite black cardigan with the two clusters of embroidered cherries on the shoulders before I realized that the man had snapped his fingers and I had jumped to obey his command.