Page 31 of Till Death Saves Me

"Ivan," she whispers, her voice a mix of warning and want.

I pull back slightly, my eyes locking with hers. The anger is still there, but it's mixed with something else now. Something that makes her pupils dilate and her lips part.

"You will do what I tell you or you won't leave," I murmur darkly, my free hand coming up to grip her jaw harshly.

She leans into my touch, almost unconsciously. I drag my thumb across her lip, marveling at the softness of her skin. I shouldn't have done it because my cock jumps against my stomach at the feel of it.

The tension between us is a living thing, crackling in the air. I want to devour her, to claim every inch of her. I have never wanted to fuck the brat out of someone, to take their anger and punish them until they are my obedient little girl again.

But I do with this woman.

Virginia's tongue darts out, wetting her lips. My eyes track the movement, and suddenly, I can't hold back anymore.

I crash my lips against hers, swallowing her gasp of surprise. She stiffens for a moment, then melts into me, her hands fisting in my shirt.

The taste of her explodes on my tongue, sweet and intoxicating. I've imagined this moment more times than I care to admit, but nothing compares to the reality.

My hand glides down her body, feeling every inch of her. The curves I've tried so hard to ignore now fit perfectly in my palm. I know I'm losing control, crossing a line I swore I never would. But with Virginia pressed against me, responding to my every touch, I can't bring myself to care.

She's pushed me too far, challenged me at every turn. And now, as she pulls me closer, I know I can't hold back anymore. I need more of her, all of her.

I push my tongue past her lips, deepening the kiss. Virginia meets me eagerly, her own tongue tangling with mine. I love the way she submits to me, lets me have all of her.

Because she is fuckingmine.

My fingers tangle in her hair, angling her head to give me better access. I explore every inch of her mouth, memorizing the taste, the feel of her. It's not enough. It will never be enough.

Virginia's nails rake down my back, even through my shirt, and the pain only fuels my desire. I push her against the wall, pinning her with my body. She grinds up into me, and the lust pounding through me threatens to take hold.

I slide my hand down her wait to her hip. My fingers inch to drape her leg over me, to open her up and bare to me so that I can bury myself in that sweet little pussy.

I pour all my pent-up frustration and desire into the kiss. Virginia matches my intensity, giving as good as she gets. Her defiance, her fire - it drives me wild. I want to consume her, to make her mine in every way possible.

I freeze as Virginia's moan pierces through my haze of lust. It rips from her throat as she tips her head back, breaking away from her kiss.

The sound jolts me back to reality, and suddenly, I'm acutely aware of what we're doing. Of what I'm doing. Oh. Shit.

She pushes against my chest, and I step back immediately. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my heart pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears. Virginia looks just as affected, her lips swollen from our kiss, her eyes wide with a mix of desire and confusion.

For a moment, we just stare at each other. The air between us is thick with tension and unspoken words. I can still taste heron my lips, feel the phantom press of her body against mine. It takes every ounce of self-control not to pull her back into my arms.

But I can't. I won't.

This wasn't supposed to happen. I never meant to lose control like that. Virginia was just supposed to be a political marriage, a necessary alliance. Nothing more. I wasn't supposed to want her like this, to feel this overwhelming need to possess her completely.

The depth of my feelings terrifies me. I've never let anyone get this close, never allowed myself to be this vulnerable. And now, looking at Virginia's bright eyes and tousled hair, I realize just how dangerous this situation has become.

I can't deal with this. I don't know how.

Without a word, I turn on my heel and storm out of the room. I hear Virginia call my name, her voice laced with confusion and anger. But I don't stop. I can't face her right now, can't trust myself to be near her without giving in to this maddening desire again.

As I stride out of my house, my mind races. What the hell just happened? How did I let things get so out of hand?

And more importantly, what am I going to do now?

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GINNY

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