Page 29 of Mikhail Petrov

“It’s different.” She leans, hands braced against the seat between us. “The city is beautiful, of course, but this— Something about this is almost...otherworldly.”

Her gaze tips to the darkening sky, and her dreamy voice sounds as if she wants me to follow and confirm. But I can’t will myself to look away when all the beauty and awe she’s describing is already in front of me.

As if feeling the heat of my stare, Leah’s eyes fall back to mine, and she smiles as I inch closer, drawn to her lips like a magnet.

“Your nose is cold and a little red,” I say, kissing the tip.

“My mouth is cold, too.” Her whisper is barely audible, but I feel the vulnerable plea as it rushes through me, pushing me to close the small distance even though I know I shouldn’t.

Despite the chill in the air, her lips are plush, and they taste sweet, like some type of berry. I want more. So much more.

Gripping her hips, I pull her into my lap, exactly where I need her, as she grinds her sweet little cunt against me in a tortuous rocking motion.

“This is how it’s supposed to be, Mikhail.”

With a fist in her hair, I tug her head, exposing her neck and nicking my teeth along the skin until I find her pulse point and use my tongue to savor the way her body reacts to me. She truly has no clue how hard it is to resist being close to her and not tearing off every fucking piece of clothing.

Shoving her back against the console, I reach for the zipper on her suit, giving in for just a moment.

Just one goddamn taste.

She watches me with intent. Her soft breaths spur me on as I shove her shirt above the black lace bra encasing her gorgeous tits. And I wonder if she knew this would be how this little trip would go down.

“I don’t think I’ve ever stopped thinking about the way you taste and feel,” I say, kissing and biting the thin fabric. “It’s a high I’ve been chasing for years.”

Leah holds each side of my head firmly, forcing me to look at her. “I don’t want to picture you trying to forget me in the arms of other women.”

She’s right. That’s exactly what I’ve done for the last four fucking years. But I was fooling myself.

“I won’t lie to you.” I kiss down her trembling abs. “But it’s always been you, pretty girl. Always in my fucking head,” I growl into the skin below her navel, then chuckle at the memory of a date from hell when I’d said Leah’s name instead of the woman bent over my desk. When that bitch clocked me with her heel on the back of the head, I may have contemplated tossing her out the eighth-story window of my office.

“Mikhail,” she breathes out, fingers tightly wound in my hair as I press a kiss between her thighs. Still wearing her snow pants, she arches into me and begs, “More...more, please.”

I dip my hand into her panties, and my mouth waters as my fingers slide over her clit, coating every inch with her arousal. “Oh, fuck.”

When I pull away, she whines in protest until I use my slick fingers to paint up her stomach and in between her breasts. Our eyes connect as I move over her collarbone, then drag them to her chin as she licks her lips in anticipation.

“You’re my drug and my poison wrapped into one beautifully diabolical package,” I say as I trace the contours of her mouth before pushing inside, where her eager tongue laps at every drop. “Like savoring heaven with the promise of hell.”

Tears trickle from the corners of her eyes, and I press my lips to the droplets.

“Fuck, krasivaya devushka. Just know you’re going to spend a lot of time naked and wet. Exactly how you were made to be for me.” When I push my fingers deeper down her throat, she gags, the sound making my cock throb.

A swift vibration startles me. My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I ignore the damn thing, not willing to tear myself from her.

We must be closer to civilization than we thought, considering there’s a signal out here in what seems like the middle of nowhere.

When the vibration goes off again, I curse under my breath and reach into my coat.

“Mikhail, there’s a Sig strapped to my thigh. Don’t make me use it on you. If you pick up that call...” Leah’s fists bunch up my collar.

“Wasn’t planning on it, but I’m debating if smashing it against a tree is worth it.”

She laughs and pulls me to her lips as I peek at the screen. And just like that, reality comes knocking again. The name Emilio Castellanos lights up the device. It’s a rare occasion when he calls. In the decade since our alliance, he’s only contacted me personally a handful of times, if that. All our dealings are handled through Rodrigo and vice versa.

A cold chill races up my body. Not out of fear, but the threat he’d made all those years ago echoes in my mind. I may be friends with Rod, but Emilio isn’t loyal to anyone but himself and his blood. And he all but threatened death on my brothers and me if he ever got a whiff that I wanted anything with his daughter.

Our partnership has always been wrought with tension, but he knows he benefits just as much as we do.

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