Page 54 of Ruthless Lullaby

In a strange way, Maron's presence eases the loneliness that has been weighing on me these last few years, ever since the accident. Yes, it’s a false sense of security, but right now, I don't have the energy to protest it. All I want is to be close to someone I can trust, and at this moment, as strange as it may be, thatsomeone is Maron Korolev. My former boss with his piercing blue eyes and commanding presence.

And so, I slide into the back of his sleek black car, letting the leather seat envelop me like a cocoon.

"Go," Maron instructs Pavel as he climbs in beside me.

"Where are we going?" I interject, keeping my voice barely above a whisper.

"To the airport," Maron replies, his voice calm and assured.

Did he just say airport?

“To where?” I shriek. “What for?”

“To fly to Moscow,” he says casually.

To do what???

I feel a jolt of panic run through me. Is he serious? He wants to get on a plane to fly? And to Moscow of all places? Right now?

"But I don't have my passport," is all I say, which is completely ridiculous. Just like the idea of flying to Moscow.

He smiles, a slow, confident grin that does nothing to calm my shock. "Don't worry," he says, resting his hand possessively on my thigh. "We're taking my private jet. You won't need your documents."

I stare at him, still not understanding what the hell is going on. "Your private jet?”

“That’s right.”

“But… why are we going to Moscow?" I ask, my heart pounding in my chest. "To do what? And when will we be back?"

Maron turns and leans in closer. He gently cups my face and turns my head towards him, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that takes my breath away all over again. “Don’t worry,” he murmurs, his deep voice a sensual caress. "Everything is taken care of, Mindy. Trust me."

I swallow hard, my pulse quickening. "Please, Maron," I say, nearly begging, "I need to know what's happening. I wasn’t planning for any of this!"

He keeps his eyes locked with mine, searching my gaze. "Fine,” he says after a moment of silence. “I have a meeting tomorrow with this guy… He’s the most powerful media mogul in Russia. I want you to be by my side. We'll be staying at the Hilton for two nights."

I bite my lip, suddenly overwhelmed with anticipation. We’ll be staying at the Hilton? In the same room? Does that mean…?

I decide to not ask any more questions and force my body to relax. It’s not like I have a job to attend tomorrow. And I don’t really want to get away from him anymore. It feels good to not have to make decisions for once and just go with the flow, to follow him into whatever he’s planning.

As if reading my mind, he leans in close, his deep voice dripping with lust. "It’s good to have you here with me, Mindy," he murmurs. My cheeks immediately flush, hot with arousal. He gently places his palm on my thigh, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. "It’s good to have the real thing instead of that video," he growls hungrily and it’s all it takes for my panties to soak.

As the heat between my legs intensifies and my body begs for more of his touch, I decide to take control. Without hesitation, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a deep, passionate kiss.

He welcomes it. His hands roam over my body, exploring my skin as if trying to memorize every detail. I moan into his mouth, lost in the sensation of his lips on mine and his expert hands caressing me.

When the kiss finally breaks, he locks eyes with mine. "I want you, Mindy. Every part of you," he whispers against my lips, his breath warm and intoxicating. And it only fuels the fire he ignited within me earlier. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment, my body betraying my better judgment.

We crash together again, our lips meeting in a desperate, hungry kiss. His strong hands continue to roam my body, leaving trails of heat in their wake. I'm lost in the sensation, drowning in his touch, when a sudden impulse from reality breaks through the haze of desire.

I wrench myself away, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath. "Maron," I choke out, "I can't just disappear without a trace!"

Maron's eyes darken with desire and something else - a possessive hunger that continues to thrill and terrify me. He leans in closer. "Yes, you can."

Silence falls between us as I process his words.

"Everything will be fine,” he continues. “Take it as a short trip to a country you've never been to. While I'm doing business, you'll have a taxi at your disposal. It will take you whereveryou want. See sights. Shop to your heart's content. You’ll have everything you need." He leans in close, his lips gently grazing the sensitive skin on my neck. I suppress a moan, my body responding to his touch like a live wire. "And when we're both finished with our... obligations..." He pauses, his hand gently stroking my cheek. He leans in close to my ear. "I will fuck you all night until you're completely spent."

Holy freaking shit. How is it that he just needs to say a few words to make me ridiculously wet all over again? I know I should be outraged by his arrogance, but I’m not. Instead, I’m sitting here, hoping I’m not going to leave a warm puddle on the car’s leather seat. I was always one with a vivid imagination – I can picture the scene clearly: tangled sheets, sweat-slicked skin, pleasure so intense it borders on pain. In under a second, I find myself aching for the experience with him, every fiber in my body crying out for his touch.

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