Page 110 of Sweet Animosity

I was the possession of the Russian beast.

His teeth sank into my lower lip as he opened his eyes and pierced me with his sharp gaze.

Then he moved his hand from my head down over my neck and breast to push against my stomach, before slipping his fingers inside the waistband of my sweatpants.

My fingers wrapped around his wrist as my head turned to look over the residential road and all the houses staring down at us rolling around on a front lawn in the middle of the morning. “What are you doing? People will see.”

“You honestly think I give a damn?”

His fingers pushed between my legs.

I sucked in a breath as he cupped my pussy. I didn’t even have the flimsy protection of a pair of panties. Moaning in mortification, I deeply wished the earth would open and swallow me whole the moment his finger pushed inside of me.

I already knew what he’d learn.

A single eyebrow rose as his lips twisted in a sardonic grin.

My jaw tightened. “It means nothing.”

He fired back, “It means everything.”

He pulled his hand free and raised his finger to his mouth.

My own mouth dropped in shock as he pushed his finger covered in my arousal between his lips and sucked it clean. “So sweet. Tastes like mine.”

I was so fucked.

“You have a choice. Stand up and get back into the fucking car like a good girl. Or I rip your pants down to your ankles and fuck you from behind like an animal for all to see.”

There wasn’t the smallest doubt in my mind he would do it.

I swallowed. “Fine. I’ll get back in the car.”

He tilted his head. “Like a…”

Sucking in a long breath, I murmured, “Like a good girl.”

“I’m not sure I heard you.”

My gaze narrowed. “Like a good girl,” I practically shouted. “Happy now?”

He laughed as he rolled off me and rose, reaching down for my arm. “I’m not unhappy.”

Brushing the grass off my hips and ass, I glowered up at him. “Have I told you how much I freaking hate you?”

He placed a hand on my lower back and led me back to the car. “Not in the last few hours.”

“I hate you.”

CHAPTER 38

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God, I loved this woman.

I’d told myself that marrying her was a logical choice.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had so much fun bantering with a woman. She was mostly unfazed by my criminal enterprise, which was a nice bonus, and damn if she wasn’t amazing in bed. Fucking her was like touching heaven.

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